Not In Love With Liam

24~ Homecoming

It was over. I was free from today onwards. The drugs had worn out, and I was going home.

I sat up from the white sheets I'd called home every night for almost three weeks. My feet pressed against the cold flooring my body had become so familiar with, whether walking on it or passed out on it.

My body was sore from injections and my insides were piled up with pills but none of that mattered anymore because I was going home.

My bright red and yellow suitcase was fully packed and stood up along the wall, while my striped pastel travel bag lay at the foot of my bed. The entire room looked empty. I was leaving and taking my life with me.

♜LIAM LAWRENCE♜

Meet a girl. Become friends. Date her, then have someone snatch her away from you. Lose sight of her entirely until you're three years older, then bump into her on her campus and fall in love all over again. Fight for her. Get her to be with you again. Love her, fuck her. Then have something so stupid and irrelevant come between you. Have someone so twisted and insane change your views on her. Hate her. Hate her and blame her until she's sick again. Then find out she's innocent in the situation and want to shoot yourself in the face because you made her feel worse than that. Try handling your problem her way for once and drink yourself to sleep. Beg her to forgive you, and be discarded like an old toy because you don't deserve her anymore. Try to take your mind off her, and end up at a club. There she is. There she is on his lap. They look more than just friends and she probably wouldn't even remember your name if someone asked. She's with him now. She's well over you and it's all your fault. Then out of the blue she wants you again. She's pulling you upstairs and you know what you're in for.
You can't control it. You can't control her. Her hands set off sensations on your skin and they spread across your body like wildfire. Then that's it. Your time's up and she's being snatched away all over again. She lied to you all over again, and just like before, it's all your fault because she got inside your head. She's back in 'that place' and of it weren't for you, she wouldn't be.
You can't imagine how it feels being contained in such a lifeless place.

But now it's over and she's free again.

"Liam!"

My eyes snapped open.

"It's almost half twelve and you're still asleep?"

Alex stood at the foot of my bed. I'd overslept about two hours and my first lesson would be finishing in fifteen minutes.

"Oh crap."
"Yeah. Now get up before Mr Rutherford comes up here and drags you down to his class himself."

I sat up and yawned. "You know what it is today?"
"What?"
"My- Noah's going home." I quickly corrected myself.
"That's nice. You gonna go see her then?"
"Um.. maybe. I don't know."
"And what's this you were telling me about her having a boyfriend?"
"False alarm."
"Well, her friends are taking her out for dinner tonight, so if you're gonna visit, do it soon."
"Oh. How did you know?"
"She told me. She called your phone about four times, but your lazy ass couldn't answer, so I did. She asked if you'd be visiting today and said it'd be best - if you were visiting - to come before seven because they're going out."
"Oh. Okay. So she wants me to visit?"
"I guess so."
"Well I have to then don't I?" I got up off the bed and headed to the shower.
"Yeah but don't be obsessive Liam."
"I never am."
"Sure.."

🕜🕜🕜

I hadn't been to Noah's uni in a long while. Me being me, I'd passed the shop before coming and bought her something, even though I knew if she were around she'd tell me not to.