The Best Years Of Our Lives

~Part Five~

Kira’s POV.

I woke up early on Saturday and got ready to meet the girls. I was glad that they’d asked me to help set up Niall’s party; since I didn’t go to St Martin’s I didn’t get to see them that often. Of course, it was still slightly awkward hanging out with the boys after I’d broken up with Liam, but I decided not to let that stop me.

I got to Niall’s house at around half past one and knocked on the door. Becka opened it and hugged me tightly.

‘You made it!’ she smiled, ribbon in her hand.

‘Of course!’ I replied, walking inside and admiring the size of the hallway. I knew Niall’s family was pretty well off, but I had never been to his house before. I looked into a grand kitchen and plush living room as we went through the corridor, to the glass doors leading out back. The garden was even more breath-taking with its huge, glistening swimming pool and impressive stretch of grass.

I saw that there was quite a lot of people already there; I recognised Francesca and Harry messing around with the sound system while some other girls were starting to put up a make-shift stage near the pool. Dani and Jade waved to me, busy blowing up balloons and streaming ribbon through the trees in the garden. Becka joined them again. I went over to Zayn and Amy who were putting out tables in the corner of the garden.

‘Kira!’ Amy almost dropped the table on Zayn’s foot when she saw me. She brushed a strand of dark brown hair from her eyes and came over to greet me. It wasn’t surprising that she had come to help out; she lived next door to Louis and had practically known him since they were born. She was in a few of my classes at school and we often hang out together.

‘So what would you like me to do?’ I asked, putting my hands on my hips.

‘Well, we could really use some help in the kitchen..’ she said.

‘I’m on it.’ I smiled and headed back inside. It was much cooler in the house; it was another dry, sunny day and the air was quite stuffy. I strolled into the marble kitchen then paused in my tracks as I saw Liam taking out cups and bowls from the cupboards. He turned round and saw me; I couldnt just ignore him now.

‘Hey.’ he said timidly, putting down a silver bowl.

‘Hey.’ I said, looking straight at him. I felt uncomfortable just being around him and I didn’t want it to stay like this.

‘You could er, start making the sandwiches.’ he said and was about to go back to his job, when I put my arm on his to stop him. He looked down at me and I realised how much I missed our friendship. I knew deep inside that we had done the right thing when splitting up, but I wished we could go back to being best friends.

‘We need to talk.’ I whispered, sniffing in spite of myself. It really wasn’t a good time to cry. He rubbed his eyes and sat down on a stool, waiting for me to take the one opposite him.

‘Kira…’ he sighed. ‘I want you to be happy. If it means we can’t be friends I can understand that, but you should know that I really do miss you.’

I looked up in surprise, totally having expected him to say that he hated me now.

‘I, so do I.’ I said, feeling tearful. ’I really want it to be like the old times again.’

His face lit up and he came over to hug me. I held onto him, the smell of his cologne reminding me of the times we’d spent together.

‘Stop crying you baby.’ he teased me and I laughed. I took a tissue from the side board and wiped my eyes quickly. 

‘I’ve heard about you and Stan by the way.’ he said suddenly. I froze, my heart thumping loud. ‘And I’m really happy for you.’

‘Really?’ I asked, feeling ashamed of myself that I hadn’t told him before. Stan and I had met because of Louis, but we’d only been dating for about two weeks.

‘Yes, of course.’ he smiled and I knew he meant it. A warm feeling of relief spread over me. ’I’ve actually got my eye on someone too.’

‘Oh my gosh, spill.’ I said, hopping off the stool.

‘It’s a secret.’ He winked and handed me the butter knife. ‘Come on now, unless you want there to be no food tonight.’

-end of pt.5-