TORN (a Liam Payne Fan Fiction)

VIII. Guilty Pleasure

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~Louis's POV~

After I left Liam with Harry and Zayn, I immediately went outside of the building and let all my emotions out. My sight was cloudy with tears and my mouth was opened slightly, loud sobs coming out. I covered my mouth with my bony hand looking away from people that passed by.

My phone suddenly vibrated, making me jump slightly. It continued to vibrate in my pocket so I decided to pull it out instead of ignoring it. I bit my sleeve to keep myself from crying into the phone. "H-hello?" I stuttered.

"Louis?" Eleanor's gentle voice called out, "Are you alright babe?"

"Y-yeah," I tried to smile. "Never Better."

"Are you sure? You don't sound okay," she said worriedly.

"I-it's just... L-Liam," my sob suddenly slipped out, "H-he's been in so much pain lately..."

"Babe... I..." her voice trailed off.

"Y-you don't have to say anything," I assured her. "I'm just glad you called."

There was silence after that, except for Moments playing on the other end of the line. Unexpectedly, the tears popped in my eyes again. I whipped them away angrily whilst cursing under my breath.

"What??" Eleanor suddenly said, reminding me that she's still on the other end.

"Nothing."

"Umm..." she said doubtfully. "I ah, I have to go now Lou. But I'll call again soon, I promise."

"O-okay. I love you."

"I love you too."

I smiled weakly then ended the called. I marched back to Liam's room, happy that Eleanor managed to clear up my mood.

"Say ah," Zayn said whilst holding a spoon over Liam's mouth. The latter squirmed uncomfortably, looking anywhere but Zayn.

"Oh, uh... hehe..." Zayn laughed nervously, his face turning red. "I'm sorry," he added, throwing the spoon in a in a nearby trash bin.

"I-it's okay," Liam grinned awkwardly. Zayn smiled back and grabbed a fork and scooped up food with it, putting it in Liam's open mouth. Liam smiled approvingly, making Zayn grin back.

I sighed. If only Liam could fall for Zayn, maybe things will be better. He won't have to undergo this heartbreak shit.

A weight was put on my left shoulder, making me jump. "God, Harry, you scared me," I said.

"I know," Harry whispered in my ear seductively. "How about we get outta here and have... fun?"

I gulped. Here we go again. One moment he's this sweet, curly lad, then later he becomes this sexy, lustful, green-eyed man. He does this all the time, but still, he manages to intimidate me with that hoarse yet attractive voice of his.

"Nnn... nnn..." was all I could say. I can't even complete the word!

God, I must be under Harry's control now.

"Sssh..." he murmured alluringly. "You know I won't do anything you won't like."

I winced when he emphasized "won't like". I felt my palms get all sweaty so wiped them on my chinos.

Hoping to get some help, I looked at Liam and Zayn with the word "please" marked in my eyes. But yeah, they were both so busy with each other. I wonder, why on earth they can't see that they're perfect for each other with all those lovey-dovey?