I let out a sigh before slowly getting to my feet, happy that the pain relief has kicked in and taken away the pain, "You have to go talk to him."
I snap my head around to look at Harry, "Yeah? And why would I do that Harold?"
"Because you care about him. You need to tell him Mimi. You need to tell him before he goes and gets another girl."
"He won't do that Haz," I sigh before limping towards the couch.
"No, he probably won't. But there is nothing there to stop him from doing it love," he counters as he sits next to me on the couch.
That's true I guess. I doubt he will go and get another girl, not after Stacey but there is still a chance, a tiny itty bitty chance, that he could go looking for another girl and I don't think I could live with myself if I didn't take that chance. I couldn't live with myself if the chance to take him as my own was there and I didn't jump on it and he came home with another girl.
But the thing is, I've never been a girl who talks about how feelings. I've never had anyone to talk about them with either. So they've just sat there, bottled up and I have no idea how I'm actually meant to start a conversation that I can bring them up in.
"I-I don't think I can," I mumble.
"Why not?" Liam asks as he sits down on the floor in front of me.
Strange boy. There is heaps of couch space and a whole other couch and another chair, yet he chooses to sit on the floor. I don't understand but okay...
"I don't know how."
"Well firstly, you have to walk up there to talk to him. And then you have to open your mouth and let the words-"
"Niall!" I hiss before looking at him, an innocent look on his face, "That's not what I meant."
"I know," he laughs before slinging his arm around my shoulders, "I'm just teasing you."
Trust Niall to try and lighten the mood.
Not that it worked but I can always count on Louis to try and cut the tension out of the room. Just like I can always count on Liam to be the best big brother who's always there to comfort me. Just like I can always count on Harry to cuddle with me when I'm sad or watch movies with me when I have nothing better to do.
Just like I can count on Louis to...to be the cause of all my problems while being the best thing that's ever happened to me at the same time. Confusing? Yes. But it's very true and I don't think I would change it for a thing.
"What I mean is that I don't know what to say. I've never been able to talk to anyone about my feelings before and I don't think I would be able to do it with Louis either."
"You'll be perfectly fine. You'll know what to say."
"No I won't! I never know what to say. All I do is mess it up. I know this because I've done it before. I had this friend in grade seven. Well, we had only just met a few weeks before hand and she was telling me about this boy that she had just broken up with and I didn't know what to say and I completely messed it all up and then she never talked to me again."
"And your point is?"
"My point is that I would never be able to live with myself if I messed up everything with Louis. He means the world to me and if he never talked to me again..."
"You wouldn't be able to think straight and you'll have nothing to live for," Liam finishes for me, knowing exactly what I wanted to say.
"Yeah," I sigh.
For some reason, Liam seems to just get me. I know that we've missed out on years of each others lives because of our dad, but for some reason, we seem to just be able to understand each other. It's not that big of a deal really but for me it is. I've never had anyone that I could bond with that well, no one that can actually understand me. So having Liam is a blessing in disguise.
"See, the thing about this is, you may not know what to say but the moment you walk in there, it will all just be so easy," Harry says to me.
"I doubt that's true Harry."
"It is," he replies, "It may not seem like it but the moment you go in there and see him, you'll know exactly what you want to say. It's like you've known what to say all along but in reality, you didn't have any idea."
When did Harry get so wise?
I mean, the last time I talked to him he was complaining that there was not enough cheese on his cheese pizza that I made for him. I put a whole bag on that pizza. That bag was one kilogram of cheese. How is that not enough cheese? I don't understand.
But that's my point. I don't understand where Harry got so wise or where he became so mature, considering this morning he was watching 'Jake and The Neverland Pirates'. Okay, this list could go on and on and on for about a whole year but I think I should just let it go because we got the picture.
"Mimi? Listen to me," Liam mumbles as he grasps my hands in his, "What would you do if you woke up tomorrow and Louis had another girl friend?"
"I-uh..."
"What would you do if you woke up tomorrow and Louis was engaged?"
"Well...I-"
"That's my point Mimi. You wouldn't be able to live with yourself if you passed up this opportunity. So go for it even if you mess it all up, knowing you tried is better then knowing you didn't try at all."
As I look into Liam's eye, I understand exactly what he's trying to tell me.
Do not let him go.
"Okay."
For those of you that were wondering what Stacey would have looked like, this is her:
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Yeah......Sooooooo
GUYS!! I FINISHED WRITING IN TOUCH LAST NIGHT AND I'M SLOWLY DYING INSIDE!!!! IT'S SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO CUTE IT'S SAD!!!!!!! :(((((((((((((((((((
But yeah, I'm super sad that this book is coming to a close but now that I look at it, there is a lot of things I can do now. I can finish Direct Message and start some other books that I've been thinking about for a while.
But I'm still sad...
QOTC: If an ambulance is on its way to save someone and it runs someone over, do they stop to help them?
