Forgotten

Chapter 14

Days passed. I think 5 to be exact. Some days I just sat there and stared at the dress, hanging from my closet door. I shouldn't wear it. I didn't deserve it, plus it would break my heart into little peices. It woud most likely shatter Liam's heart even more. 

        "It's unhealthy. You need to get out and do something. You look like a mentaly insane person." Gabby said. She was heading off to lunch with Niall, dressed far better than I was. She was right, I was a a mess.

        "I don't know what to do, Gabs. I can't wear it." I was sitting cross legged on my bed, staring at the dress. I think my eyes were twitching. I probably did look like a mental patient. I stood up and took the gown off of the door and placed it into Gabby's closet. Far away fom me and my emotions. I decided to take a shower, since I hadn't in three days. I washed my hair and conditioned, then washed the layer of grossness I had all over me. I felt clean getting out of he shower. Like I was a new person. I got dressed in something decent, and decided to put on a bra since I was going out of the flat. I grabbed my usual black Birkin bag, given to me by Diana, and headed out the door with Gabby. Lunch with my brother and best friend couldn't hurt. 

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        "He hasn't come out of his room. I can hear him yelling random things since I'm next door. I don't know what he's doing in there." Niall said, taking a bite of his burger. Gabby wasn't paying attention, she was too focused on her pasta salad. 

        "Are you saying I should go talk to him?" I didn't want to see him. At all. 

        "We can both go. You and me" He was trying really hard. I didn't know what to think. I didn't want to see him, I was still healing from our almost break up. I couldn't imagine what he was going through or even doing to himself. I was hesitant, but I agreed.

        "After lunch. We just go and straight up knock on his door."

And so we did. After Niall payed the check he kissed Gabby goodbye and walked with me to the hotel. Up the elevator we went, to the rented floor and shakily knocked on Liam's door. No answer. I looked over at Niall who looked just as worried as I did. I knocked louder, cause I was pissed. I heard some shuffling and the door knob turned. I almost gasped, he looked horrible. His hair was everywhere and he was wearing nothing but sweatpants. 

        "Oh my God, mate." Niall said, walking into the dark room. Pillows were strewn everywhere and the desk chair was flipped over. The television was on some weird spanish channel advertising reality shows. We turned on the bathroom lights and sat him down on the tub's edge. He was forlorn. I felt extremly guilty for putting him in this place...at least I thought It was because of our break up.

        "Is this cause of us?" I asked, rubbing his arm. Niall had a damp washcloth pressed to his forehead. 

        "You said you needed to think. I-I got impatient..." Liam's voice was shaking. I never knew he was this sensitive, to anything. I wrapped my arms around his neck and let his cry into my neck. Good thing my shirt was black. I didn't like seeing him cry, then again...who would. I eventually calmed him down, rubbing circles into his back and saying "shh" with the softest voice possible. His stronge arms were tight around my waist.

        "It's okay, Liam. You know why?"

        "Why?" He choked. I took a mental deep breathe. So what if he grabbed my arm. People have done worse things. Like slapping and punching. Grabbing my arm is nothing. 

        "Because I love you." I whispered into his ear. He lifted his head and looked at me with his huge brown eyes. 

my teddy bear was back...<3