When Worlds Collide

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Eleven

Well… this is gonna come to an end soon… probably by chapter fifteen ^-^

Hope you like this chappy :D

“Who’s that?” someone asks over my shoulder. I quickly turn over the picture I had been staring at. It was me and Drew during the time when I was trying my hardest to keep him after he met Debbie. His hair had grown out a bit and was straightened, but he wore his favourite sports jacket… over a Nirvana tee. He also was wearing tight black jeans and black Converses, but at least he had the jacket. And his face wasn’t pierced yet…

“No one,” I say nonchalantly, carefully tucking the picture back where I had found it—in a box from before the auditions at the X-Factor. The picture had been taken by my then-girlfriend, I don’t even remember her name… we were out bowling, and I had a bag of popcorn in one arm, a big red bowling ball in the other. Drew was clutching onto his chocolate chip cookie like his life depended on it. Our faces were mushed together as close as they could, both of us beaming at the camera. Mine was a little sad, it was the last time me and Drew would ever hang out in public. I didn’t know it then, but it was like I had a feeling… Drew's smile looked forced, like there was somewhere else he could be. Somewhere better.

At the time, it made me furious that he wasn’t enjoying our once-favourite pass-time. I even dragged him to the bathroom and yelled at him, asking why he wasn’t enjoying himself. He yelled back that I had forced him to go out, that he had to cancel plans he had had with Debbie and her gang.

We continued to fight for a bit before he stormed out of the bathroom, forgetting his bag at the bowling alley and going straight home.

That was the last time we spoke as friends.

“C’mon, you can tell me,” he says and I turn around to look at him. Liam sits on the edge of my bed, smiling curiously.

“It’s Drew,” I blurt out. “We were… friends in Middle School,”

“I've never heard of him,” he says, then turns his face towards the window but not before I see the hurt float across his face.

“Well, there's not much to tell… we were friends, but then we found different groups and split up,” I shorten up the truth, heart clenching at the memory.

“Oh. That’s sad. Were you close?”

“Yeah,” you can’t even imagine… I close my eyes and breathe out slowly. “Very close. Best friends, actually,”

“Oh. Well, I'm sorry. Do you still miss him?” Liam asks, turning to face me again. I hold his gaze briefly before I look down.

“Sometimes. But, Drew Six is my past. You guys and One Direction is my future now,” I reassure him. He stares at me thoughtfully before nodding and leaving.

I wait a couple moments before I lie down and stare up at the ceiling. “Drew…” I whisper, the tears trickling down. “No. Louis, you don’t miss him. You don’t miss him.” You don’t miss him… I chant this in my head as I cry myself to sleep.

I'm startled awake by a crash. When I open my eyes, they feel all crusty and my face is sticky. Did that dream—memory—actually make me cry? I ask myself the question with an obvious answer before I hear another crash.

I quickly get up and throw on some clothes and wipe off my face before I head downstairs towards the noise. “Hello?” I ask, wincing at the sound of my voice. I sound as if I've been crying for the past few hours… which, I suppose, I might have.