Wrong Number - L.T 1D

Chapter Eighty

Letting out a angry and at the same time frustrated sigh, I stomp over until I am standing directly in front of Liam, "You idiot! You shouldn't have told her anything! You should have just told her to leave me alone!"

I watch Liam gulp in fear, sweat trickling down the side of his face as he squeaks out, "I'm sorry."

I send him the scariest glare imaginable as I continue ranting at him,"Sorry? That's all you have to say? That's not going to cut it Liam. For someone who is supposed to me my big brother, you're doing a terrible job at it. First you basically break my heart by telling Lou to stay away form me. And now, you told my mother that I was with you and that my father is alive! I don't know what else you could do to stuff this up."

"I'm sorry Mimi. I really am. I didn't mean-"

I cut him off swiftly, "Don't lie Liam. You did mean it. Your objective was to keep me and Louis apart so don't say you didn't mean it. And obviously you put some thought into your words when you were on the phone so don't say you didn't mean that either."

Suddenly a searing pain erupts behind my eyes, causing me to yell out in pain. I clutch my head as I fall heavily to my knees, letting the tears that had collected in my eyes, fall soundlessly down my cheeks.

I lean forward, placing my head on the cold tiles of the floor, but nothing helps. It's just this constant, searing pain in my brain. It's like a headache but ten times worse. Migraine. From all the stress. Every now and then I get them from all the stress that my mum causes me.

"Mimi?" I hear someone shout, their voice breaking through the cloudy place that is my mind.

"What's wrong with her?" someone else shouts.

"Princess, what's wrong?" 

"Mimi,can you hear us?"

All these voices are shouting at me at once and it's making it impossible to concentrate on what they're saying. Everything is just blurring together, I can barely distinguish the sound of my cries and the sound of the boys worried voices.

The pain is so extreme, nothing makes sense anymore. I can barely even remember where I am right now or who I'm with. I can't even remember why I got so stressed out. I don't even know why there are all these concerned voices yelling at me and asking if I'm okay.

I close my eyes, feelings more tears drip from my eyes. But the darkness doesn't even help. It's as if the darkness behind my eyelids is made of searing hot branding irons. I can't keep them closed but for some reason, I can't open them either.

My eyes snap open, only to be met by complete darkness. This time, it isn't a painful darkness. Everything is quiet, peaceful. The pain in my skull has turned into a dull throb, just behind my eyes, nothing a bit of pain medication can't fix.

I slowly push myself up to sitting, taking in the room. I'm laying on the couch in the lounge room, a blanket placed across my legs. I look up at the clock to see that it is only late after noon. I've been asleep for a while then.

I swing my legs off the couch, standing up. I head out of the room, heading into the kitchen where the only light in the room is the sun shining through the windows. At the table, all the boys are sitting there, deep in discussion.

"Hey Lou," I mumble, my voice horse.

"Mimi!" Louis exclaims as he pushes his chair away from the table, walking over to me, "How are you feelings?"

"I'm alright. Heads a bit sore though," I sigh while wrapping my arms around his waist.

"What happened princess?" Louis mumbles while placing his arms around my shoulders.