Run From the Demons 2 (Sequel)

Chapter Thirty Six

Alexis’ P.O.V

I stared over at Liam from across the table. He wasn’t really paying much attention to his food. He was sort of just playing with it. Something was definitely different about him. It wasn’t just the fact that he wasn’t really paying much attention to his food that seemed different about him. Every time he looked over at the window he squinted his eyes, and at one point he even got up and closed them. Also, every time one of us put one of our utensils down on the plate or our cups down and it makes a small clang sound, I catch Liam wincing and rubbing his forehead. I know he said it was just a headache, but I think it’s more than just a headache.

We were all eating in a somewhat comfortable silence. It was a little awkward, but not super awkward. No one really said anything, we just ate in silence. Harry wasn’t really touching his soup much either. Yeah, we’re still making him eat the soup. I said that he actually might be able to stomach solid foods despite what I said earlier, but they just didn’t want to take the chance. I guess they don’t want to risk him throwing up after eating solid foods and having to clean it up, and I can understand why since no one really likes cleaning up vomit. It’s pretty disgusting.

Quickly pushing the thought aside, I once again looked down at my half-eaten toast. I looked around at everyone else for the first time since we started eating. Louis was sitting at one end of the table, but I was sitting by him. He was slowly eating his cereal. On Louis’ other side was Liam, who was barely even paying attention to his scrambled eggs. Next to Liam was Cali, who was quietly munching on her toast with one hand while holding one of Harry’s hands with the other. Harry quietly sat next to her, slowly eating his soup. On my other side was Zayn, who was fiddling around with his scrambled eggs. I exhaled and picked up a piece of toast, taking a small bite out of it before placing it back down on my plate and chewing it slowly. After chewing it for a bit, I swallowed it and took a sip of water. I softly placed my glass down on the table and I caught Liam wince quietly, rubbing his forehead.

I finally decided to see if Liam was actually alright, though I already knew that he wasn’t. “Liam, what’s wrong?” My question broke the silence that had taken over us. Everyone stopped what they were doing and looked up at Liam and I. Liam looked up at me and shook his head.

“I’m fine, just a headache.” Liam said, though I could tell he was lying. 

“Liam, considering how you’ve been acting since we’ve started eating, I think something’s wrong.” I said. Liam rolled his eyes at me, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning back into his chair.

“Nothing, leave me alone.” Liam grumbled quietly, sounding annoyed.

“Liam, are you sure it’s just a headache?” I questioned. Liam looked up at me with his eyes narrowed, forming an annoyed glare.

“I said I’m fine! Now leave me alone!” Liam snapped before going back to his food. I was slightly offended, but I didn’t show it on my face. 

“Sorry for being concerned.” I snapped.

“Whatever.” He sat up and pushed his plate away. “I’m going upstairs.” Liam grumbled before pacing out of the room. I rolled my eyes. Fine, if he was going to be an a** then whatever. I rolled my eyes and took another bite of my toast, chewing it slowly. I felt someone squeeze my hand and looked over to my right and saw Louis was holding my hand, concern showing on his face.

“Are you alright?” He asked.

“I’m fine. It’s not like what Liam said was actually hurtful.” I said, and it was true. 

We sat in silence for a while and continued to eat slowly. Harry finally had finished his soup and was resting his head on the palm of his hand; his eyes were drooping slightly. Cali was still holding his hand while she ate. Her thumb was running over his fingers softly. Louis was still holding my hand gently, and it honestly felt nice. I like holding hands with him. As cliché as it sounds, it’s like our hands fit perfectly together. Okay, that really does sound cliché. I soon finished my toast and picked up a napkin, wiping my mouth. I crumpled up the napkin and threw it on my plate before pushing it away and just sitting there with everyone else. After a while I thought I heard something weird upstairs. I let go of Louis’ hand and pushed my chair back, standing up.