To Love a Broken Heart

Chapter 14

"What's he doing here?" Louis growled through gritted teeth. I shuffled away from him and closer to Liam.

"I invited him." Liam stated with a flat expression, no one could tell if he was scared, fed up, or confident. Louis looked over my shoulder and glared at Liam, his eyes piercing into Liam's; challenging him.

"Why?" He asked, "I told you I never wanted to speak to Harry again; I can't speak to him again!" He cried out, and just for a moment his anger seemed to fade away, his face softened at his words and his shoulders dropped a little.

Of course, I knew why he was upset: Eleanor. He couldn't speak to me because of Eleanor and Alex. We also both knew how dangerous this encounter might be. I mean, if Eleanor hears about this meet up then Alex will get word and will come after us. This is highly dangerous and no one apart from Liam, Louis and I know.

I didn't want to side with Louis - in fact, that's the last thing I want to do - but we both knew that this is a dangerous idea and I was curious to find out why he would come up with such a deceitful and suicidal plan.

"Liam," I shuffled around on my chair so that I was facing him. I didn't want Louis in my peripheral vision so I made sure my back was to him, "Why did you do this?" I asked, giving him a reproaching expression.

"I'm sorry," he said, shaking his head in disappointment, "but this is getting out of hand. You guys are slowly dying inside and we had to do something," he placed one of his hands on my shoulder and gave me a stern look, "No matter what the ramifications of tonight might bring!" I heard Louis sigh behind me, but refused to look at him.

I gulped and forced my eyes to look away from his gaze. The thought of what might happen after tonight's event was far too terrifying; it was inconceivable. I stared past Liam's shoulders and out the window. The sun was nowhere to be seen, but a faint yellow glow remained on the horizon, it was the sun's final goodbye and its way of greeting the moon that would soon rise and appear on the night sky, along with the countless of stars that would shine down upon us - on Louis and I - and will tell us to have hope; to watch them fervently shine with such intensity that the moon is threatened to be of no use in illuminating the streets below, and they'll tell us to wait because everyone has a star inside of them, we just have to wait for it to shine. I liked stars: they are free and are always shining, unperturbed of what's going on in the abject world they shine above. Sometimes I wished I could be a star, or the star inside of me would just hurry up and shine, already. I just want to stop worrying and just shine, you know, to stop worrying about what people think about me; to stop following what people say and do what I want to make myself happy.

Sometimes, I just wish that Louis and I could finally shine together. Boy, we'd shine so bright. We'd illuminate the world so bright that the sun and moon would kneel down and bow before us; that they'd challenge their incentive of rising to provide light when their services were no longer of need. But I can't think of such fairy-tale-like fantasies because I don't think that will ever happen. Mine and Louis' inner-star died when we were born; fated to live an unfortunate life were true love knows no place.

The street lamps began to function and light was soon devoid from outside; darkness coated the streets. The car park was beginning to become less dense and people began to steadily pile into the restaurant. There were a family waiting to be seated: A woman with blonde loose hair, wearing a floral dress and leggings that matched the colour her skin tone, topped off with a white pair of high-heels and a floral purse to compliment her dress; who looked like she was in her mid-thirties, was carrying a little girl in her arms, she was sucking on a pacifier with a content expression on her face, her head lying on her Mother's chest. A fairly handsome man stood beside her, dressed in a formal attire -suit and tie. There were two boys in front of them, both in their late teens. One had short brunette hair that was swept to the side, resembling a style like Louis', and he had a haunting smile on his face, it was mesmerising, it flaunted his perfectly straight and perfectly white set of teeth. I couldn't decipher much about his other features but he had a beautiful pair of brown eyes, it was such a deep shade of brown that it looked like he had a piece of tree bark for pupils. The other boy had jet black hair, his eyes were a gorgeous caramel colour, his smile was cute but it couldn't even scratch the smile of the brunette-boy.