Paralyzed [Nouis]

Chapter 27 // Niall

Thought I'd update again this week because I feel so bad for leaving you all hanging for so long. Also- Merry Kissmas! (hint hint).

Oh, and the comments on the last chapter were all really, really sweet. Thank you! Muah! (that was supposed to be a kiss um). xx

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Liam didn't say a word as I sobbed into his chest. I couldn't handle this pain. I felt so paralyzed without Louis. He was my everything- he is my everything, and now he's just ... gone. Gone. What am I supposed to do?

"Do you wanna watch a movie?" Liam suggested. I nodded, thinking maybe a movie would calm me down.

Liam sat me on the bed and went to put a movie in. I didn't see it, because there were tears blurring my vision, but three seconds into the movie and I knew what it was.

"Nemo!" I said happily, wiling away my tears and actually smiling. Finding Nemo was my favorite movie.

Liam sat back down and opened his arms. I smiled at him, a silent thank you, and cuddled into him. His arms wrapped tightly around me as he pulled a blanket over both of us.

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We were half an hour into the movie when the door opened. A small choking sound rang through the room and then footsteps- someone was running off. I looked over at the door anyways, but, obviously, nobody was there.

There was another choking sound in the distance and more footsteps. A door slammed and a bed shook, then more sobbing. I looked over at Liam and he had this sort-of-pained look on his face. Half of the expression was sympathy.

"I-I think I should go check on him." I said quietly. I made a move to get up, but Liam tightened his grip.

"Wait. Just wait for a while. Give him some time to cool off. He'll fall asleep eventually, and you can be there when he wakes up, okay?" Liam asked. I nodded, laying back down in his arms.

"You have the best strategies, Liam." I said, focusing back in on the movie. He muttered a quick "thanks" and shifted to be more comfortable.

I ended up waiting until the movie was over to go to Louis' room. I gave Liam a hug and told him he may as well get some sleep, too. He smiled and told me to go get my man, then he shut the door to get his pajamas on and get some rest.

Now, I was standing in front of Louis' door, almost afraid to open it. What if we get in trouble? What if Louis' come to his senses and realized he doesn't need me? What if he doesn't want me anymore? What if he realized he can do better? What if he's realized what a terrible lover, friend, person I am? What if-

"Don't take my baby away." I heard Louis mutter in his sleep. "Niall's all I've got. You can't do this. No."

He kept muttering and by the sound of his bed creaking, I could tell he was tossing and turning as well.

That gave me a boost of confidence; "Niall's all I've got.", and he called me his baby. I took a deep breath and opened the door. Louis was laying on his back, hands on the pillows by his head. His head was turned away from me, and he was still muttering things so low that I couldn't hear.

I walked to the other side of the bed and kicked my shoes off. I took off my hoodie and lay in bed next to him. I stared at the ceiling for what felt like hours, letting the darkness take over my sight.

Louis had practically gravitated towards me, his head on my shoulder, one hand on my stomach, the other under his head. I kissed his forehead but, as much as I wanted to, I didn't touch him. I didn't want to wake him up. He needed the sleep.