Toy Soldiers (Tell me a lie- sequel)

Chapter 1

Edited :)

Song: This is gospel by Panic! At The Disco

Liam’s POV(ง'̀-'́)ง  

Three months it’s now been since everything. Three months.  I haven’t seen or heard from both Niall and David. Nothing has happened between them to give us any clues of their whereabouts. The police have little leads on to where they could be, but they don’t think they can find my little Nialler. This is my entire fault. The police don’t say it is, but I know they’re lying. I can just see it in their eyes.

As of now, I’m still in my bed crying. It’s all I’ve been doing. My mum and dad have tried and tried but they can’t seem to make me get up. The boys are upset about this as well; however they are trying to move on from everything. They go to school and stuff but I can tell they’re torn inside. They miss Niall just as much as I do.

There was a knock at the door and I open my eyes to see Louis there. He smiles and walks over to me. His eyes have dark grey bags under them and his hair is a mess. He hasn’t been his perky self since everything. To be honest I miss the old Lou. “Hey.” He mutters, sitting down on my bed.

“Hi.” I whisper, my voice is hoarse from all the crying.

“How are you doing?”

“I’m okay, I guess.” I shrug. “How are you?”

“You. Are not OK.” He says seriously. “You are a wreck. You need to stop being like this. Please. If Niall were here he wouldn’t want to see you like this.”

“If Niall were here then I wouldn’t be like this!” I say back.

“I know, Li. I know.” His facial expression softened down to a sad look. “We just need to get through this, we will find him. He has to be somewhere on this planet, there is nowhere else he can be.” Louis reassured me.

“Yeah…you’re right.” I smile.

“Now then, why don’t you take a break from moping around and come to the beach. Its half term, I bet there is going to be dozens of people to talk to and mess around with!” He laughs. “And you might not know you could maybe find a new lover.” I nod. The thing is I don’t want a new lover. I want my old one. My Niall one.

We reach the beach within 1 hour; we had to pick up the other boys. I can tell you that my mother and father were so shocked that I was going out all of a sudden. But I honestly don’t mind that I am going. It gives me something to do.

For now I’m just sitting on my ‘Toy Story’ towel in my swimming trunks, not that I’m going swimming any time soon. Zayn is sitting next to me sleeping, no surprise there. Larry is going off in the sea. They are having a mini water fight against some kids that must be around 7 or 8. Let me tell you this, those boys are so losing, badly. Harry is being used like a horse and Louis is on his knees…being partly drowned. I think someone should go save him…..eh I can’t be bothered. He’ll live.

My stomach lets out a long gargling noise which actually awakes Zayn. “Hungry?” He asks me with half open sleepy eyes. I shake my head. “You are hungry. You’ve gotten so skinny! Just eat something. Like I dunno…an ice cream?”

“I don’t really-“I was cut off.

“Go. Get. Food.” He ordered.

“We’ve got none though!” I protested trying to get out from eating again. He gets up from his lying position and rummages around in his bag for a few moments before pulling out his wallet. He handed over a £2 coin.

“Get some ice cream for yourself and a drink.” He demanded. Sighing, I took the money and walked to the van where there wasn’t a long enough queue.  Dayum it.  As I got to the front of the queue I randomly asked for an ice cream I don’t think I’ve ever heard of.  I got the food and gave the man some change. The man, who was serving, looked a lot like Niall. Same eyes, same features, he was even Irish, but the fact he had brown hair ruined it.