The previous chapter was like four or five chapters merged into one. I don't know why I posted so many chapters for one page of sm!t.
Louis
Home late again, Liam found me laying on the couch, sad and gloomy again. It had been three days in a row of me sitting on the couch underneath a blanket, and it felt like three years. Just by the look on his face, I could tell that he didn't like me lazing around like I was. I couldn't even explain what was wrong myself, but nothing helped me to force myself off of the couch.
"So, are you coming to bed or are you sleeping down here again?" not wanting to annoy him further I nodded, lifting my blanket and sitting up.
"I'm sorry. I'll get up and come to bed." I wrapped my dressing gown around my body, standing and frowning. "Just thought it would be easier to talk to me if I was downstairs. I know it's annoying to keep coming up and down."
Liam sighed, walking up the stairs in a mood. I followed and got into bed behind him without hesitation. The mattress was the only thing that kept going. It felt heavenly. I just wanted to curl up and sleep forever.
"Is Zayn asleep?" I nod, suddenly feeling alone again. It made me tear up, and I pulled the blanket up to my face. "Talking to the air am I?" I realised he wasn't facing me like he usually did and cringed at his tone.
"Sorry. Not used to you facing away. Zayn's asleep. Sorry."
Liam was on his phone beside me, scrolling endlessly. What day was it again? He seemed invested in whatever he was doing, so I closed my eyes again and tried to keep sleeping.
"I know you're awake, Lou." he sighed, pulling the blanket up. "I'm gonna get one of the others to bring your breakfast up." I could almost feel the disappointment lace in his voice and easily found myself tearing up again. What on earth was wrong with me?
I'm not sure how long it took for Zayn to appear, but it felt like years. He sat next to me with a bowl of cereal, playing with my hair until I sat up. One look at the bowl of cereal made my stomach flip and I realise that I had no appetite. I knew everybody would be concerned if I didn't eat, though.
"Lou, are you alright? You've been quiet and isolating yourself." I nod and push the cereal around the bowl. I tried to listen as he spoke, but I kept zoning in and out without being able to control it. "Lou, are you listening?"
"Huh? Oh, yeah. Listening. Just tired."
"Is this something I should tell Liam about? You've been so tired lately, and all you've done is sleep. You can barely eat either." I shook my head and look away, trying not to cry. I wasn't sure it was possible not to cry anymore. "Are you sure?" I didn't answer, knowing that my voice would give away too much. I already had though, without knowing why I was upset. "I'm gonna go get Liam."
I didn't care enough to sit back up when Liam came into the room, or when he sat next to me. All I wanted was to sleep. It was the only time I felt somewhat at peace with myself.
"Lou, baby, sit up," I shook my head and sobbed into the blanket. Trying to be as quiet as possible. I couldn't help it. "Just for a minute, love. Just until we work out why you're crying."
"I'm fine," I whisper, controlling my voice enough to sound normal. "Just tired. I need more sleep."
"Are you taking your meds, Lou?" I nod and turn away, though I knew I was lying. I hadn't been able to get out of bed for long enough to bother. "Don't lie to me, please." he took my arm and rolled up my sleeve, sighing in relief when there were no marks to be seen.
"Three or four days ago."
"God, Lou, that's why you were on the couch for three nights. You need to tell me these things, Lou. I've been such an ass to you I'm sorry." he sits back and pulls me closer so that I was laying on him, playing with my hair and pulling the blanket over me. "I need you to eat something later. You've not been eating much and you're going to make yourself sick. I'm sorry for being such an ass, Lou. So sorry." why did the boys even stay with me? "I love you."
