Something Great (Narry)

Chapter 25

Louis POV

I sat alone, staring off into space. Memories surrounded me. The first time I came to Liam's house. The first time we kissed. The first time.

I sat alone mainly because I didn't feel like talking to anyone at this time. Of course, I wasn't able to do that. People I'm pretty sure I had never met in my life kept coming up to me and asking if I was okay and saying they were sorry and that it would all get better. They'd give me a look of pity before going off and enjoying the party as if no one had died recently. Even Liam's parents seemed to be having the time of their lives. By the looks of it, I was the only one who realized he was gone.

Another reason I sat alone was because Harry and Niall seemed to have disappeared for nearly an hour now.

I fiddled with Liam's ring on my finger. It was one of the few things I had left of him. Tears rose in my eyes as I thought of what it would be like to marry Liam. I thought of our wedding and how he always said he'd like to get married in his old backyard. I looked out the window and saw the rows of chairs that should've been leading down the aisle. I rubbed my eyes to make sure no tears fell. I didn't want to be comforted by someone I hardly knew who would tell me they knew what I was going through when in reality they had no idea. I gazed back outside and my eyes focused on the porch swing.

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"Hey," I yelled down the hall, "Liam!" I sped up my pace.

Liam kept walking down the hall as if he didn't hear me.

"Liam come on I'm sorry!" I began running, ignoring the scowls from teachers as I loudly ran past their classrooms.

"Why did you do it?" Liam finally turned around, teary eyed.

"Look, my friends can be jerks and people here just aren't used to the," I looked around and lowered my voice, "gay thing."

"I get why they did it. I just want to know why you did it. Aren't we friends?" Liam folded his arms.

"I-I'm just trying to fit in," I stuttered. Guilt finally hit me as I realized maybe I shouldn't have helped spray paint "fag" on Liam's locker.

"What do you mean fit in? You've lived here for years. You've already got friends," Liam obviously saw that there was a deeper reason for me trying so hard to be like everyone else.

"Can we talk about this somewhere else?" I whispered.

"Like where?"

"Your house?" I shrugged.

Liam pondered for a moment and began walking towards the doors. He pulled open the door and paused to turn around.

"Are you coming?" he raised his eyebrows.

I nodded and jogged over to catch up with Liam.

Liam's house was only a short walk away from the school. Once we reached the house, Liam swung open the gate to his yard and I followed him. Liam climbed up the steps towards the back door and sat down on the porch swing on his deck, patting the spot beside him.

"Aren't we going to go inside?" I asked.

Liam shrugged. "It's nice out."

I set my bag down and sat beside Liam, nervously tapping my foot.

"So why are you worried you won't fit in?" Liam immediately began to drill me with questions.

"Uh, because I don't want to be made fun of for not fitting it," I said like it's something Liam should've already known.