Adopted by Styles

Ch.7

LILYS POV

I'm in the car with Niall and Delilah, and they're all so happy and laughing their heads off, while I just sit there, kinda half smiling, and nodding. I am happy to see everyone, especially since Adora got back while I was in my little coma thing. I just don't want to see Harry and especially Taylor. Ugh. I can feel she is gonna harass me once I get back. I'm just tired, and hurting all over.

"You okay Lil?"

Niall says, not looking away from the road.

"You're awfully quiet. It's not like you"

I fake a small smile.

"Yeah"

I say

"I'm fine"

Delilah rolls her eyes

"I've know you since like 5th grade. What's wrong?"

She asks, but kinda demands

"Nothing, nothing! Why would you ask that?"

"Cuz you're all creepy zoned out"

"I'm fine"

"Okay then.."

She says, Niall and her exchanging a worried glance.

We pull up to the house. Niall goes an opens the door for Delilah, then me.

We walk up to the house.

We walk through the doors, and Adora, Louis, Zayn, and Hunter pile onto me, dropping me to the floor. I scream in pain.

"Oh sorry!"

They say, eyes wide

"It's fine"

I mumble, picking myself up. Harry and Taylor just stare at me, but Taylor has an evil glint in her eye. What is her problem?

"Where's Liam?"

I say, brushing myself off and standing up.

"He's in his room. He's being all creepy sad"

Zayn says

I nod, dragging myself up the stairs. But when I look in the mirror on the hallway wall, I stop. That girl I see, does NOT look like me. She has dark bruises everywhere, scratches, and cuts on her face and arms. I shudder, continuing walking to Liams room. I knock.

"Liam?"

I hear no answer.

I open the door, and walk in. I am shocked to see his room in a complete mess, wrappers and things EVERYWHERE. It's usually so clean- clean. (Lol I'm lame like that it's an AAoOD2 reference )

It's all dark, and I see a big lump in the covers. I walk over to the bed. It's Liam.

"Liam?"

I ask, worriedly.

He turns towards me. I sit on the bed placing my hand on his hip.

He looks just as bad as I do, but without the cuts and stuff. His knuckles are purple with bruises, indicating that he's punched his anger out multiple times.

I must've had that expression on my face because he sighs

"I know, I look bad"

"Liam I'm sorry"

"It wasn't you're fault! Don't say you're sorry! It was all mine! I chased you! Then the car came and I true to help but I couldn't-"

He starts to cry.

I don't think I've seen him cry before.

"Oh Liam."

I say, laying down with him, and stroking his really short hair.

"It's not you're fault. Not at all. Now don't blame yourself for my accident!"

I say symphethetically.

"Yes it is"

He mumbles

"No it's not."

"Liam im going to poke