The Liam Star

Chapter Three

{AN: a big thank you to @conscience for the lovely cover she made for me!}

~ Chapter Three ~

The sweat trickles down my forehead, but I quickly wipe it away with the back of my hand. As a child, I never had nightmares. I wasn't scared of the dark; I was scared of the boogieman underneath my bed. Those were all just silly fears. As I grew up, I always talked to the stars - I'd talk to my mom. Now, it seems like I've been losing everyone I cared about.

Shakily, I sit up in bed and lean across to turn on my night lamp. Criss-cross-applesauce-ing my legs, I inhale...one, two three; and exhale...one, two, and three. The dream was so real. I could still feel his big, soft hands on my skin; I could've sworn I felt my skin burn under his touches. Dammit. I felt the urge to cry, but I promised myself I would no longer cry.

Stumbling out of my bed, I make my way to my balcony, bringing along with me two blankets, a pillow and Tiny Tigs, the teddy bear Liam won for me at a carnival a couple years ago. I make my way to the attic, in the dark. I stumble out onto the balcony, and settled down. Spreading the blanket onto the floor, I tucked myself in, gazing at the stars above me.

It was a bright night. The stars were shining brightly, and I could see the star I remembered seeing in the sky when Liam passed on. It burned brightly - like Liam himself.

It's so weird, how bright it's shining. It's massive, but it could also be dead. Like him.

"Hello, my dearest Liam," I say, slightly nervous. This is the weirdest thing I've done. And I've done a lot of weird things in my life. "I hope you're doing well up there. I've missed you like crazy ever since you've been gone. I hope you aren't mad at me. It's my entire fault that you're gone. But I can't change the fact that you aren't here anymore.

It's been rough. These past few days have been bad. Your funeral was okay, but Niall isn't taking it so good. He has pneumonia now, and I was a bit sick. We stayed out in the rain very late. Li, I miss you. I wish you were here. Our flat seems so ... quiet. Daisy misses you too. I think she knows you're not here. Yesterday, she nibbled my ears and demanded to know where you were. She's refusing to eat now.  

Tomorrow, we were supposed to visit our wedding planner. But, that's cancelled now. Imagine, we'd be having our honeymoon in Paris!

Remember how we said we'd have kids as soon as we got married? We'd have two kids, one boy and one girl. Mason and Bonnie, our future kids. Mason would have your brown eyes, my brown hair and your nose and smile. He should be as handsome as his father. And Bonnie would have your eyes, my hair, my smile and your nose.  

Mason would play soccer and baseball, Bonnie would do ballet or contemporary dancing and swimming. We had our whole future planned out." I don't know how to continue. My words choked and I felt out of breath. The cool breeze blew across my skin, and I shivered slightly, snuggling closer into my blanket and into Tiny Tigs.

"Liam, if you're there, will you show me some sort of sign that you're listening?" I questioned. I felt odd, and this is a very peculiar thing to do.

Suddenly, Daisy jumped out of nowhere into my lap and demanded to be rubbed. "Daisy, are you okay?" I asked, her strange behaviour worrying me. Her purring was more demanding, she kept nibbling me fingers. "Ow, Daisy, stop!" I cried, after she bit my finger. "Bad Daisy, bad girl. C'mon here Daisy." She rested in my lap calmly once again, the beat of her heartbeat against my thighs; soothing me.

Looking back up at the night sky, I clear my throat.

"Liam, you're here aren't you? You're listening to me talk right now, right?"

Just know that I still love you.

To the moon and back."

And with that, I fall asleep on the balcony, cuddling Tiny Tigs and Daisy. Dreaming of Liam and I, and our supposed-to-be future perfect family. But he's here now, watching over me as I sleep. Which makes me comfortable.

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Narrator's Point of View:

Ever since that night, Brietta spend every night on her balcony, rubbing Daisy's fur and talking to the stars - talking to Liam. As time went by, things progressed for her - slowly but surely. When she first started talking to 'Liam' she told nobody. Then, Louis discovered her secret and the boys thought she was losing it.

As much as she tried to convince the boys that she's not crazy, they didn't believe her. And you, dear reader, probably thought our protagonist was a bit in the nutty side, didn't you? Well so did everyone else. At twenty years old, she was sent to a mental institution, despite her protests that she was okay.

She spent nine weeks undergoing therapy and help.

During this, she wasn't mad at Louis, Niall, Zayn and Harry, 

She was only upset that she wasn't able to talk to her beloved Liam.

My dear reader, you must understand that there are such things as unbreakable love, in which, it always has a happy ending for the couple. Unbreakable love is a very powerful thing, and Brietta's love for Liam is unbreakable, even in death.

That's why, on the sixteenth of October, eight years after Liam's death,

She discovered Liam, sitting in the streets of twenty-seventh avenue, waiting in a café.

He was re-incarnated.

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song to the side is Unwell by Matchbox Twenty

listen to it, I love it so much.