That Boy // l.p. ||COMPLETED||

10.

Liam Payne. 

Finally being healed up I make it back to school kindly accepting my homework,  This week at Niall's has been hard, I just cant believe i left my mom and baby brother to deal with him. What if he touches him like he did me when i was little? What if he hits mom agin and has to lie again saying she fell.  Or even worse what if he kills one of them. I jump at the feel og someone touching my hand, i look up to see Emma standing beside the seat i have preoccupying for maybe hours now, i kinda lost track after the first twenty minutes.  She smiles lightly at me but i notice the concern behind her blue eyes. She has been my rock for days, always reminding me that everything will be okay.  But I dont know if i should believe that as she doesnt know what goes through my mind of my father let along my own. 

The memory of being called a mistake as a child, and how i wasnt meant to be apart of his family. It just keeps reacurring in my mind.  I know that i will never be loved as well as other childern, but why cant i?  What have i done so wrong to get the hate and cruel words that are presented to me everyday? 

"Liam, please talk to me!"

I look to see that she has taken the seat beside me, and her hand hold tightly onto mine.  I have went days without talking, days without speaking a single word to anyone.  I just cant find the words let along what to say.  Do i explain the pain that my father has caused or the pain i feel when i am the only hope Connor has let along my mother? She doesnt have the energy after working all day to deal with a hyper child and an alcoholic who is out of his favorite beverage.  I stare ahead not glancing towards the blue eyes that are close to swelling up in tears.  Tears caused by my pain, I dont want her crying over me or even for me.  The pain i carry is for me to deal with no one else. No matter how much she pleads to be there i wouldnt let her. I wouldnt let her or anyone else in.  This darken state is where i belong, alone. 

"Liam, look at me."

The hurt in her voice just makes what i need to do happen quicker.  She needs to understand that this is my battle, no one elses.  I have to protect everyone and protecting her and my family is what needs to be done.  I feel her touch leave my hand as her hands grab my face turning my attention to her. 

"Talk to me dammit!"

"What do you want me to say?" I ask as i cant even look at her. 

"You have been starring at the wall in every room we have class in, Niall even says it.  You dont pay attention in class anymore.  You need to tell me what's wrong."  I look at her, she seems broken down, i just can handle this. All of this. "Please." She begs. 

I remove her hands from my face as i stand up from the chair and start walking off to the class i have next.  I know the bell hasnt rang yet but understanding that staying near her will only cause more pain.  I just cant handle that not with everything is pilling up now.  The preasure in my chest grows with every second the bell doesnt sound. I know i have to go back to her.  I have to open up to someone, but will she stay after she learns everything?  I finally decide I have to do this; if she can stay and watch my father abuse me then she must care.  Right? Walking back into the cafeteria i spot her sitting at the table that i left her at.  She has her head in her hands, i ignore the glares from everyone as i walk back to her.  This has to be done.  I keep repeating that in my head, it just has too.

 I grab her wrist pulling her hand away from her face. Soon grabbing her attention i pull her to her feet, her blue eyes shine with curiousity. I move loose strands of hair out of her face as i place the behind her ear.  Placing my hand on her cheek i lean into her. Bringing my lips to hers, the kiss starts of slow and soft but turns into passionate.  I never been a big fan of PDA but this couldnt be helped.  I needed to do it; i dont know why i needed to but i just did. 

"What was that for?" She questions as she pulls away, a blush clear on her pale cheeks. 

"I wanted to show you that i appreciate everything you have done for me." I take deep breath. "Also, that im willing to talk about everything."

She smiles big before giving me a quick peck on the lips.  I smile at her; knowing me saying that i want to talk jsut means that maybe, just maybe, we can move on from this. The whole cafeteria is slient but i dont blame them.  I am the kid no one ever notices, but i know that i will forever but just that boy.  She grabs my hand in hers and intertwines our fingers.  She pulls me towards the doors.  I dont know or understand whats going on right now.  But its okay, isjut hope it doesnt invlove talking yet or something more.  i just dont thim im to go that far with her.  She opens a door to a empty classroom.  My heart beat jumps, i dont understand whats going on or why she dragged me in here. 

"Lets talk." She speaks up shutting the door. 

"Now?"

"I know you Liam.  If we dont discuss this now you will deny the thought of talking about it.  So we are going to talk about it now." Why does she have to be so right about this?

Emma Johns. 

I dont want to force him into talking but i know that he will push back the subject more if we dont.  He hesitates before taking a seat at one of the desks.  He just sits there with his head down.  I hate seeing him like this, the pain that is placed behind those beautiful brown eyes.  The pain i wish i could push away.  Or even just somehow get the earsed from his memory. I watch as he moves a chair in front of the deks he is currently seated at.  He gestures for me to come over, i slowly walk over there scared of what i might hear come out of his mouth.  But knowing this is what needs to happen for us to put this behind us.  Talking about it can give me insight on the life that he has been enduldged into and see if mabye we can find away to help him cope. 

"Just when i tell you all of this just please dont cry or interrupt me."

I nod knowing this is a big step for him.  I take the seat, reaching over i grab his hand in mine reasuring him that everything is okay. I lean over the desk and kiss his cheek.  I feel him grab my hand tighter.  I swallow the lump that grows in my throat at just the thought that everything i knew about him is different then what i see.  He isnt just that boy that no one notices; he is the broken boy that never got a chance to open up.