Fix Me

16.

Zeva's POV

I took another glance at the clock on our stove and sighed. It's past noon and I haven't heard any sounds coming from Liv's room. I would be okay if I heard her crying again so I knew she was alive.

Actually not really. I can't deal with another three or four fucking hours of her crying about what she did to Niall. I love Liv to death, but she never wants to actually sit and figure out a solution to the problem and that's all I want to do.

Problem: Liv's anxiety
Solution: Niall

It didn't take me long to figure that out, and now all I can think about is how to get them back together. I've even been texting Luke all morning to see if he had any ideas. Nothing so far, but he's coming over here later to try and help me get Livana out of her bed. She's been in it for three days and there hasn't been anything I could do to get her out of it. Even Luke tried, but she just groaned and rolled over.

I shook my head to forget about the past few days and carried the white mug containing tea and honey upstairs and to her room. She was awake and scrolling through her phone, looking at pictures of her and Niall for the hundredth time. She looked up and I jumped slightly.

She rolled her eyes. "Thanks."

"Sorry, I forget how terrible you look sometimes." I swear I tried not to laugh. "Here's your tea."

"Thanks," she said again, softer this time.

"When are you going to get out of bed?"

She sighed dramatically and leaned against the numerous pillows she had on her bed. "Are we starting this already?"

"It's been three fucking days, Livana! You've been in the same clothes the entire time, and you need to get up and figure this shit out!"

"You're in sweatpants and a t-shirt," she countered.

"Yeah, a tight t-shirt that makes my boobs look phenomenal and sweatpants that make my ass look good, and at least I showered. Besides, I'm changing in a few minutes because Luke is coming over soon."

"I look worse today than yesterday!"

"Yeah, you do! So get your ass up and shower. Just do something."

She groaned, but rolled out of bed and stumbled into her bathroom. Once I heard her turn the shower on, I walked into my room to search for something to wear. I didn't even try to tame the curly mess that is my hair, and then I walked back into Liv's room. My eyes widened when she walked out of the bathroom.

"What?" she snapped.

"Okay, note to self: a broken heart makes you cranky. I was just surprised to see that you actually look a million times better."

"Yeah, well, that's what a shower and makeup will do for you."

"Hey- Wow Liv. You actually look alive!" Luke said.

I laughed, and laughed even harder at Liv's irritated facial expression. "Sorry," I said, still laughing.

"Yeah sure." She rolled her eyes and sat down in the middle of her bed towards the top.

Luke looked at me. "She's just cranky because I made her get up."

"Got it." He sat down on the bed and I sat down next to him. "So have you come to terms with your love for Niall yet?"

She glared. "Haven't we been over this enough times? I'm not in love with him, and if I was then I would be happy right now, and I'm definitely not happy."

"Why aren't you in love with him?"

"I don't know! We've had this conversation ten times already! Why is today going to be any different?"