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As Liam swallowed 2 more of his depression pills (don't worry, that's what he was prescribed), he put the bottle down and realized they weren't doing anything for him.

He used to be all happy-go-lucky, but he saw somethings that suddenly shell shocked him into being depressed. He lit another cigarette, and sat at his glass table, legs crossed and staring off into the distance. He blinked, and then looked around his house.

No, mansion.

He had so much money, being a critic pays y'know, and a huge house, but you know, nobody to share it with. He wasn't exactly ready for a girlfriend yet, and he wasn't exactly a likeable person, so a roommate was out of the question.

He was just lonely.

And depressed.

And that was solely the reason why he was such a bitchy person, and such a harsh and feared critic.

"Well, Liam, look at yourself. You're 22, and you need to do something with yourself, or you'll just be alone and with the Internet as your only friend." He said to himself as he got up to go to the fridge. He was in another "drink yourself into oblivion" moods, and it seemed like his Vodka would do the trick. After he got the alcohol, he positioned himself comfortably on the couch with a pack of cigarettes, a lighter, his drink, and his phone beside him.

But it wasn't like it was going to ring anyways, what family was going to call to check up on him?

What friends were going to call for a night out?

He was drunkenly staring at the TV screen, playing some movie he didn't care about, when suddenly his phone buzzed, He checked it, like always, it was another email.

He opened it.

To: liamjpayne@gmail.com

From: youreallysuck@gmail.com

       Dear Liam,

I don't think you spent enough time in school.

Why do I think that?

Because you seem to have forgotten :

1)That the Fountain of Youth doesn't exist.

2) That not everyone is Bruce Jenner.

3)That it's two-thousand-fucking-fifteen.

Just saying.

    @cliffuck x

He laughed to himself. He was amused, not insulted in any way, shape, or form.

He didn't know why he didn't reply with something mean or anything.

Maybe it was because he didn't want to scare him off.

Because he needed a friend.

And maybe this Wattpad writer he had bashed before could become a possible friend. He started laughing wildly at the idea of a friend, one to call up at midnight and ask "Are you free?" and even if they were on their deathbed, they'd answer yes. "A friend." He announced with a drunken stupor.
 "I really want a friend."

Something inside him cracked.

And suddenly, he started to cry.

This was the same man that was laughing minutes earlier about a friend, and now he was crying because of sheer and utter loneliness. "I want a friend, I want a friend, I want a friend." . It soon became a systematic chant, one that he repeated and each repetition was louder in octave than the last.

And he, Liam James Payne felt the hurt in his heart.