Strong (Sequel to SOML)

Chapter 1

Well hello again! I'm super psyched for this story in general. It's mainly in Liam's Pov but occasionally I'll switch.
So here I go....starting the first chapter. Yay👏
Enjoy the first chappie

Liam's Pov

It's the same thing every day. Get up, eat, live, survive. It gets harder and harder each day. Six years harder.

It's extremely hard when we go into rehearsals for the upcoming tour and the song, Strong is one of the songs we sing. I can barely get my verse out. I can barely keep from breaking down.

I always blame myself, it was my fault that we lost the case, my fault that I didn't get there in time.

I know what you're thinking. Get over it! It's been six damn years! You can't get over something like that, that easy.

Looking at myself in the mirror, scanning all the pictures I've taped of my 9 year old Genevieve. (A/N pictures above are the ones that are taped to his mirror) They all hold her dazzling smile and pure sass. She would of been 15 in a couple weeks; November 18th is a day where I'll grieve like none other.

You know how you're suppose to move on from this and live your life exactly how it was, almost like they never existed. How am I suppose to do that?

I can barely make it through the day without breaking down like 20 times. People says it's suppose to get easier. I'm thinking after 6 years it's suppose to be easy. Wrong. It never will be.

There's never going to be that moment where it's like I could live forever, if I kept smiling.

"You coming to eat with us?"

Looking at Niall through the glass reflection I huff. Tracing my finger over one of the pictures I stare at her.

If she was here today would she still look at me with such wonder and amazement as she use to? Would her smile be bright and pouty? Would her brown orbs gleam with excitement and extended hope? Would she still have to have everything Perrie wears? Would she want to be in every picture? Would she start calling me honey or sweetie as Eleanor does? I can only dream of her aged personality.

Some nights I pretend she's still with me. I lay down with the raggedy bunny held tight to my chest and I talk to the ceiling till my eyes finally close. We use to do that when we were home and laughter would always come before she would play with my fingers as her eyes slowly close.

"Liam you coming with us or are you going to stay here?" Niall asks me.

Looking from the picture of GenBug smiling on the bench. Clearing my throat, I reply.

"UHh... yeah let me just change then I'll be down."

Niall gives me a affirmative head nod as he shuts the door. Walking over to the stack of folded jeans on top of my dresser. Picking the pair off the top, I remove the plaid bottoms and replacing them with the trousers. Taking off the plain tee, I strut over the closest and pick out a different plain tee, this one being black. Along with a long sleeved, very warm, black and red checkered plaid. The tee covers my torso, I slip the plaid shirt over as I stumble around looking for my Converse. Slipping them and tying, I look for my leather jacket.

It's not up here. It must be downstairs. Spraying some of my cologne and quickly styling my hair I jog down the steps. Walking over to the coat rack I look for my jacket.

My hand feels the familiar fabric of Genies parka. Tears weld in my eyes as I remove coats that were placed on top of it. Cradling it in my arms I bring the hood to my nose. Inhaling, I realize her sweet scent is gone. Gone as she's dead. There's no as ifs about that because she is.