Fortis // L.T.

Chapter 14 - No More Nice Liam

I brought the cup to my lips, tipping it so the remainder of the liquid went down my throat. I felt almost nothing as it trickled down my throat.

    "Hey Tommo, shouldn't you ease it up a little?" The bartender pondered. I leant forward, trying to get my eyes to focus on the figure.

Nope, nothing.

    "How about no?" I slurred, bringing the cup back down onto the wood bar. I could almost hear the rolling of their eyes the sound almost sickening. "Fill me up!"

The bar tender rolled her eyes before disappearing below the bar to collect my liquor. 

    "Yes, he's here. Has been since five o'clock yesterday," The sickening voice of the bartender whispered into the phone. "Yeah, I won't give him any more. I'll see you when you get here."

I sighed, banging my head against the hard bar. The bartender excused herself, leaving me alone to myself. The door swung open, the loud,high pitched squeal of the hinge hurting my head. I lifted my head up slowly as I felt the presence of other people beside me. Three boys had decided they wanted to sit beside me. 

     "Oi ya asian! That's my seat!" One snapped, hitting the floor with a thump. The other two cackled maniacly  as the fat one tried to scrabble up from the floor. They both just shook their heads and sat on their perches comfortably. One of them cast me a look, just casually staring at me like I wouldn't notice.

    "Hey Bud, I'm Pat Veech. I was wondering if I know you from somewhere?" The closest to me asked, running his fingers through his dirty blond hair. His blue eyes scanned over me.

    "Hi," I muttered, finally meeting his eyes. "I'm Louis Tomlinson."

Pat's eyes dulled to a grey and his smile dropped. His gaze fell to the floor, avoiding my eyes.

    "You're Taliaha's brother," Pat said flatly, hiding all emotion. "I was her best mate growing up."

I sucked in a sharp breath, holding it in my alcohol soaked lungs. I wasn't sure about the name but now his accusation confirmed it. Just as I went to say a few words, the door squealed on its hinges. I spun around and was met with a rather tired looking Liam. His hair wasn't done and his cheeks weren't rosy. The dark bags under his usually cheery eyes stuck out like a sore thumb and he looed so over everything. He obviously hadn't taken to alcohol to soothe his pain like me.

     "Louis, we're going," Liam announced, looking down at me. Patrick had shut up and was tracing his finger around the rim of his glass. "You weren't the only one who lost, you know! All of us did as well! Hell we lost bloody Harry! I lost Sophia as well! Don't act like you're the only one!"

If only Liam was as smart as he looked.

    "I lost my fucking sister Liam! I had only known Harry five years and yes, he was my best friend ad yes Molly was the love of my life but nothing, and I mean nothing beats loosing your sister! So don't even start with your little bullshit 'We're all hurting too' shit because trust me, it isn't as bad as what I'm bottling up!" I snapped.

Before I knew what was happening, Liam's fist had connected with me jaw.