Your Friends, They Look Good, But You Look Better.

Chapter Fifty.

Meghan’s P.O.V.

It’s been almost a week since the accident. I’ve barely slept or eaten. Zayn thinks I’m going back down the depression route, but he just doesn’t get it. I can’t eat or sleep because I’m worried about Harry. He’s never away from the hospital. The guys had to force him to go home to have a shower and some sleep but he was straight back down there as soon as he woke up. Louis had phoned Simon the other day telling him that Aimee wasn’t going to be able to compete in the X Factor anymore so she’s came out of it at 4th place which isn’t bad. I’ve barely seen Liam this whole week. I think he’s avoiding me. Maybe he thought I would’ve gone after him that day he left but I had to be here, for Harry’s sake.

Aimee’s supposed to wake up any day now. I walked into her room with a to-go cup of coffee for Harry and a hot chocolate for myself. "How are you today?" I asked, sitting down beside him and gave him his cup.

"Same as yesterday." He said, gripping the cup in one hand.

"Which was?"

"Same as the day before." He said bluntly. I put my hand on top of his which was holding onto Aimee’s. I slowly pulled it away from Aimee’s and held it tightly.

"Listen Harry, she’s going to wake up. You’ve been like this for a week now. She wouldn’t want to know you’ve ended up like this. The guys are worried about you. You need to focus on the band. Aimee’s always going to be around, waiting for you but your career won’t wait for you. Think about what Aimee would want you to do if she could hear us. She wouldn’t want you ended up like me." I said, honestly.

"There’s nothing wrong with you." He replied quietly. I sighed and let go of his hand. I swirled my cup around a bit then took a sip of it.

"There’s everything wrong with me." I said, picking at the lid of the to-go-cup.

"That’s not true." He took a sip of his coffee and looked over at me.

"Yeah there is. Everyone says I’m depressed. Zayn’s even said it to my face so I must be, but I can’t tell. I never eat, I can’t sleep because I’m worried about you and I miss Liam. You, the guys and Aimee are practically my family. The only family I have left that hasn’t given up on me – well Liam has anyway. I feel like I let everyone down and I disappoint them."

Harry set his cup down and hugged me. "Don’t you ever let me hear you say that ever again."

"But-"

"No buts. Now go and show Liam just how much you miss him."

"But-"

"No buts! Go! I’ll call Louis to let him know you’re on your way, I’ll get them out of the house so you and Liam can be alone." He winked at me and I hugged him again.

"Thank you Harry. I owe you one." I smiled at him. He shook his head. "I do. Will you be ok here on your own?"

"Just go!"

"I’m going, I’m going!" I stood up and went to walk out but I stopped and turned back to Harry. I leaned down and kissed him on the cheek. "Thank you." He flashed his famous dimple smile at me and I returned it with my own dimples.  I walked out and headed for my car. If Liam doesn’t answer the door and see the state I’ve got myself into because of him then I’m going to die. I turned on the radio. I knew that song...

The music cut out and a single voice sent shivers down my spine and I immediately knew who it was. Liam.

Liam’s P.O.V.

Louis had been on a phone call then randomly pushed everyone out, leaving me alone. I was watching TV when the doorbell went. I bet this is one of Louis’ pranks. I got up and went to the door. I braced myself to be attacked by water balloons or a bag of flour being thrown into my face. I opened it to find Meghan standing with tears in her red, puffy eyes. My heart instantly broke. "Meghan? Are you ok?" Stupid question I know, but it was the only thing that I could say. She didn’t reply. She just looked up at me and finally looked me straight in the eyes. She reached up and cupped my face in her hands and kissed me. Until this very moment I hadn’t realised just how much I missed her and her kisses. I pulled her inside by the waist and we made our way to the living room, not breaking the kiss once. We collapsed on the sofa, finally breaking apart for air. "Hi." Meghan giggled and smiled at me. I wiped away the tears on her cheeks.