Chapter Two
Liam P.O.V
I’m in the car heading over the bridge and towards the flat Louis and Harry share together. When they called me, asking me to come over I was a little reluctant, Danielle and I had had plans, but they had said this was important and that Niall was already there and Zayn was on his way. I guess I didn’t have a choice. As I drove towards their flat I could see and hear what appeared to be a large crowd, closer to the flat all I could see was a sea of reporters surrounding all the front entries. Shit, I cussed and put the car in reverse, whatever drama was unfolding around the boys I knew I could not risk going through the front, I drove down a side alley and parked the car, I warily looked around before sprinting a hundred meters towards the back door of Louis and Harries flat, they were waiting for me, I was about a meter from the door when it opened and hands dragged me in. I looked up and Harry and Zayn smiled at me. “Vas Happenin” Zayn said, but I noticed he lacked some of his usual verve. “you tell me” I asked. Harry smiled at me kind of sadly then led me up the stairs. I was beginning to worry about the boys, what with all the paps outside and the fact that they were not acting like themselves at all. “Harry, whats going o-”
“shhh!” they both interrupted me.
Okay then. They were really starting to worry me, and we walked the last few steps in silence. Harry did a special knock on the door and Louis opened it a crack looking suspicious, when he saw it was us he shut the door, undid the chain then let us in, when we were in he hastily slammed the door and fastened the dead bolt.
All the boys seemed to exhale in relief. Everyone sat in silence for another minute, not bothering to explain.
Thats when I lost it.
“WHAT in the name of one direction is going on! You made me break my date with Danielle in the pretense that something was wrong, I get here and the flat is absolutely surrounded by the press like some mass scandal, but no, don’t bother explaining anything to me, thats okay, my nerves can take it, especially when none of you are acting anything like your usual selves!!”
They all look at me, and then each other as if deciding silently who should speak. No one says anything.
“Explain Louis, you were the one who called me, tell me whats going on”
Louis sighs.
“Go turn on the T.V Liam”
Confused, I head towards the lounge room, I am just about to flick it on when Niall does, using the remote from the kitchen.
Suddenly I can see the face of a very pretty girl, long blonde hair, sparkly green eyes, happy smile. I couldn’t care less. “What?”
This time it’s Harry who replies “keep watching” he says as he turns up the volume.
The photo changes.
I can see the same face but covered in purple and blue bruises, cuts, her hair has all been hacked off and her eyes, they’re the worst; her eyes are gone.
I feel sick, disgusted. Who would do that to a young girl?
“God. Who would do that to a girl?” I ask.
We sit in silence for a good minute before I realize that this story doesn’t exactly answer my original question.
“Look Lads, I don’t want to sound insensitive, I mean obviously this is a terrible story, but it doesn’t answer my question. Why did you want me to come over, whats this” I gesture to the television which is again featuring a laughing, smiling and whole girl “got to do with us?”
