Liar

Twenty

I wake as I feel an arm resting in my waist. I turn to gaze at the person whose chest is pressed against my back.

"Good morning," I whisper.

"Morning, love," He greets me.

"Let's get ready for school." I get up and figure out where I am. Liam's living room.

"I don't go to high school anymore," Louis gets up as well. He looks good shirtless. I remember the reason I slept on the couch this night instead of the guest room.

"What do you mean you don't want him to hurt me?" I hiss through my teeth. I am annoyed and I am angry that he says such things.

"Eric is a complete asshole that is acting weeks all nice to get a girl to sleep with him. He is no good for you, trust me."

"Why in the fucking hell would I trust you?" I raise my voice.

"Because you need to trust me or this won't work!" He's back to screaming at me and I am getting ready for going downstairs to lay down on the couch Louis sleeps on. "You're not going to sleep with Louis now, are you?" He is annoyed, visibly.

"If you think I'm going to have sex with him, no, I won't. I will go, I told you that if you're screaming at me I will go, didn't I?"

"Hell, if you'll leave this room and tell around about our conversation in here, I will hurt you." His words remind me of the rapist's one. I shudder at the reminders.

"First of all, why would I even want to tell anyone of this weird conversation, second, good night, James," I huff and walk out of the room, down the stairs and spot Louis watching TV.

"April? What's wrong?" He asks.

"I... I feel so naïve after our conversation today. I really thought I loved Niall Horan, Satan himself. We fought right now and I am so exhausted. I fled from home to flee from all the problems I have had there. And now that Niall literally sleeps in the same house as I do, all the problems followed me here."

"Look, maybe, in a different universe, Niall likes you, too. He has never had a girlfriend, not even a date. His love life is based on fucking Tina, Zoe or Sophia. Well, not Zoe anymore because she is kind of Harry's girlfriend, but, anyway, Niall is as cold as stone if it comes to feelings." He really knows some wise words.

"How dumb can I even be? I know Niall not even two weeks long and think I have feelings for him. I never opened up for a person that I did not know for at least a year and then I met Liam and thought it wouldn't be that bad to be friends with a person after two days. It wasn't as bad as I thought it was on Friday because Liam slapped me after he admitted his feelings for me. I sort of needed a friend anyway right now and I needed somewhere to go, so Liam was there and he apologized and it was fine again. Then in New York, Niall kissed me. Passionately, it was amazing and I noticed in New York that I actually missed Niall and my feelings for him had grown. And actually, after all the drama I survived in four weeks now, you are the only person that is normal." I just realized that I talked so much trash right now, not caring about grammar and word flaws.

"Well thanks for this, uhm, compliment?" He smiles at me.

"I really think you are a good friend," I sigh, wishing we would know each other for years. I think he'd make a better friend than Jake.

"Thank you, April. But, we are friends, aren't we? So you have to know that," he smirks at me broadly, making me feel special. I briefly reply a smile, flushing.

"As we're going to the same college next year, I think we are, yeah."

"Forget about Niall. He's playing this game way too often."