I woke up because of my alarm going crazy, it's 9:45am, I slept quite badly because of the fight -if you can call it like that- I had with Liam. How dare he tells me I have to move on. No way. Anyway, I got out of bed, made my way towards the bathroom to shower because I have an appointment with the psy at 11am. I quickly undress and got in the shower. I turned the faucet on, adjusting the water on hot rather than cold to relax my muscles which hurt like hell because of the very bad night I spent. I got out a little while after with a towel around my waist and got dressed with the clothes I picked just before. It's 10:34am when I'm done getting dressed. I went in the living room and not being very hungry I did not take breakfast so I just put my coat on but before leaving I went in the kitchen to get one of my pack of cigarettes in the drawer. I left the house without forgetting to lock it.
I arrived in front of the psychologist's fifteen minutes later but as I'm ahead of schedule, I got out of my car to have a cig. Liam would've been mad at me if he was there because it's been a few months since we agreed to stop smoking. I remember that one time I made a disaster during an exhibition and I had the misfortune to have a smoke only to relax because I was really on edge, Liam was mad at me for almost a week not to mention the speech he made me saying I didn't need to smoke to relax, that he was here. I thought it was completely stupid and cliché at the moment but now that he's not here anymore, I realize how right he was. Thinking about this memory, a laugh full of nostalgia passed my lips while I exhaled my last puff of smoke. I crashed my cigarette under my shoe then get in the psy's cabinet
I got out of her office an hour later. I had to admit this appointment went better than the previous one especially since I didn't shed a single tear, not that I'm not sad, no, far from that, only because I didn't particularly felt like I need it. When she asked me how her "process" was going, I said it was going well. I had a momentary blip during which I wanted to tell her that Liam was answering me but I quickly got over myself, remembering that from her point of view it wasn't possible at all. So I gave up this very, very bad idea afraid I'll end up in an insane asylum.
When arriving home, I immediately changed to end up wearing jog pants and a white shirt. Being cold, I raised the heater and slouched in front of the tv.
I'm watching something about lions' reproduction well I think because I'm dozing more than I'm really watching tv. My face is pressed in a pillow and a big pled covers my body. I don't really feel like eating. I'm just okay, all I miss is the heat from his arms around me. I fall asleep letting a few sad tears roll down my face, how I wish he was here.
I woke up because crazy people are having fun with the doorbell. I yelled that I'm coming to stop them. Making my way towards the door, I took this opportunity to get my phone back from the kitchen's work plan. Noticing ten missed calls and twenty seven texts from Niall and five calls and ten texts from Louis who was more reasonable.
I opened the door and Louis and Niall pushed me to get in.
"But why don't you answer calls you little fucker?!" Louis grunted. "And texts either?!" Niall said right after him. "You two are gonna calm down. I couldn't answer because I was sleeping." I said pinching the brindge of my head due of their loud voices. "And what does it change, you can hear your phone ring can't you?" Louis said hitting harshly my shoulder with his fist. "It was on silent mode plus it was in the kitchen. Anyway, why this harassment from you guys?" I answered him rubbing my now sore shoulder. "He forgot." Louis sighed looking at Niall. "But I told you so Lewis." Niall sighed also. "Louis, my name is Louis." Louis said glaring at Niall. "I know." Niall answered him smirking. "But why do you keep calling me this way then?" I can clearly tell right now that Louis was pretty pissed off. "To piss you off, Lewis." And well it succeeded. "Dammit stop that, it's not funny you jackass" "Yes, it is." "No." "Yes." "No." "Yes."
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FanfictionZayn and Liam, a young couple are the victims of a car accident to which Liam doesn't survive. Devastated, Zayn decides to keep on sending messages to his soulmate not thinking about getting an answer until he gets one... Who is Zayn going to talk t...