22 Times [Liam Payne]

Letters

Francis POV ~

I'm so alone.

I tell myself as I stare at the ceiling, I'm glued to bed with legs spread wide and my arms behind my head. I feel like I shouldn't sleep anymore and do something fun, but where's the fun when Liam's not around?

I throw the empty box of tissues to the floor and sniff as I get out of bed. My puffy eyes couldn't get even more horrible.

I'm on vacations for a week, but I'm alone at home since Liam is on tour and I can't do anything about it. I ask my boss if I could work but he said that I should take a rest. I've been depressed because my house is silent without him. I need to hear his laugh, his voice and his sexy scolds.

Ruth has visited me twice and the second time was to take Loki back to his house and it hurt me, because now I'm completely alone. But she did the best to take it away because I forgot to feed Loki a few times.

I call Liam as I chew my bottom lip but he doesn't answer. Stupid time zones, he might be sleeping.

I try again and he answers.

"Hmm... hello," Liam sounds sleepy and I think he answered without looking who was the caller. I hung up real quick and put the phone down, I shouldn't have called him. He needs his sleep, he needs to relax.

My phone rings and I hesitate before answering.

"Francis... baby, are you alright?" He still sounds like he could fall asleep again in any moment.

"Yeah, I'm sorry for calling."

"I'm sorry for not calling you." He whispers, "But I really need to sleep, is it okay if I call you in a few hours? I'm supposed to wake up in one hour and I've slept like... uh, thirty minutes."

I feel guilty when he says that, "Oh okay. I love you."

He yawns, "I lovvvvve you a lot, okay?"

"Mhm. Go to sleep. I miss - miss you so much, Liam." My voice breaks.

"I miss..." There's complete silence after that, and I could tell by the barely sounding, soft snores, that he fell asleep.

"You." I finish for him before I hung up.

I sigh and walk to the living room and sit down on the sofa, noticing our pictures in a beautiful frame on top of the fireplace. I stand to take it and stare at our wedding photos.

This takes me back when he proposed to me.

[flashback]

I really need to sleep, sleep, sleep, but Harry and Niall won't shut up. This house is loud and I knew this was a bad idea; to have a sleep over in the boys' flat. Last night we put the mattresses on the floor, all together in the room where Zayn sleeps. It was fun, but these lil shits are waking me up at 2 am.

"Liam disappeared, wake up Francis."

"Shut up, Eleanor," I groan and she shakes me, and I kick her shoulder making her slap my butt.

"Wake up! Your boyfriend just disappeared!" She shouts and I sigh, sitting up, looking at Liam's empty mattress.

"I don't want to play games. Tell him to come and hug me, I'm cold."

"Francine." Niall crosses his arms against his chest, so does Harry and I realise that the boys - except Liam, are in the room, looking at me. "We're not joking, we called Liam and we don't know where he went. Do you know something?"

"Um, no. He must be in the house somewhere." I say unsure, standing up and stare at Louis. "You're joking right? Why would he disappear out of nowhere without telling me?"