Something Great (Narry)

Chapter 26

The following few days were rough for Louis. No doubt they would be. He spent minimal time out of his room and would only occasionally come downstairs to get food from the kitchen. I was staying with Louis and Niall because I thought I should be there for Louis. However, I don't think he wanted anyone to be there for him.

I occasionally knocked on his door and would only receive a muffled groan in response. After that occurred a few times I figured maybe he was better off on his own. I'd come into his room at night to check up on him. I'd often find him curled up on his bed sleeping where I assumed he spent his entire day. He still had the engagement ring Liam bought him on his finger. I was saddened by the fact he would never marry Liam. And I tried to push the thought that it was potentially my fault to the back of my mind.

"He should get out of the house. Staying inside this long can't be good for him," Niall said one morning from the kitchen table.

"I think he just needs some time to himself," I defended from the other side of the table.

I pulled open my laptop where I had recieved another email from my mum about her life in LA.

"We can't just let him cry over Liam his whole life. I know it must be tough but it's been a few weeks," my focus switched from Niall to my computer screen.

"Hi Harry,

Life in LA has been good so far. The weather in lovely and I've finally got the hang of driving on the other side of the road.

I'm terribly sorry to hear about your friend. If you need to talk I'm always here.

Talk to you soon.

Mum."

I smiled at my mum's simple gesture of being there for me even if she was in a different part of the world. My smile faded as my eyes trailed down to the bottom of the page.

"Sent from Los Angeles Rehabilitation Center".

"My mum's in rehab?!" I shouted out.

"What?" Niall seemed confused since I probably interrupted him mid sentance.

"This email," I pointed at the screen, "says it was sent from the Los Angeles Rehabilitation Center. She moved to LA to go to rehab Ni!"

My heart was racing and my head was spinning. Why was she in rehab? Why didn't she tell me? Did she tell anyone at all?

At the thought of the last question, I pulled out my phone and dialed my sisters number with trembling fingers.

"Hello?" she answered.

"Gemma!" I almost shouted, "did you know mum is in rehab?" I skipped any small talk I may have with my sister who I hadn't spoken to in months.

The line stayed silent.

"Did you?" I repeated.

"How did you find out?" she asked meekly.

"You knew all this time and you didn't tell me?" I shrieked. I paced through the kitchen, running my hands through my hair.

"She probably didn't want to worry you with all the stuff you had going on in your life. Which reminds me, why the hell is your boyfriend in jail?" Gemma always had a tendency to get into other people's business.

I groaned loudly, getting a shocked look from Niall who was watching me closely.

"I can't believe no one told me," I ignored her question, "why is she there?" I demanded.

"Maybe you should hear it from her," Gemma suggested.

"How am I going to do that?" I spat, my temper growing out of control.

"Well, I'm going to visit her tomorrow. You can come?"

"Wait a minute, you're going to LA tomorrow, and didn't tell me? And now you expect me to drop everything to just fly to LA?" my blood was boiling.

"Maybe mum never told you because she knew you'd react like this!" Gemma yelled back.

I scoffed. Of course my mum didn't think I'd react like this. This was all a result of what I had on my chest. Finding out my boyfriend cheated on me, my boyfriend getting stabbed, our breakup, one of my best friends dying, me being the potential cause of his death. And now this. Everything was piling up and nothing seemed to be going right. Was it too much to ask for something great?

As much as I wanted to yell at my sister I had no words left to say. "I'll see you in LA," I choked out and hung up.

I took a deep breath and turned to Niall.

"I'm going to LA," I announced, my chest heaving.

"I'm coming with you," Niall replied casually.

"What? No, Niall you can't," I sat down at the table beside him.

"And you can't do this alone. You've had a lot happen to you in a matter of weeks you need someone by your side," Niall seemed very brave. 

My stomach fluttered at the caring gesture Niall was giving me.

"I love you," I smiled, leaning into his arm.

"I love you too," Niall turned my face to meet his and placed a gentle kiss on my lips, "so we leave tomorrow?"

I nodded and then something struck me.

"What about Louis?" I sat straight up again.

"What about him?" Niall's eyebrows knit together.

"We can't just leave him alone! Think of what could happen. What if-"

"I'll be fine," Louis turned around the corner and entered the kitchen. His voice was hoarse and seemed strange to me since I hadn't heard it in days. "I'm an adult after all I think I can take care of myself. And who knows, maybe some time alone is what I need."

I looked at Louis intently. I wanted to make sure he really would be fine on his own.

"I'm okay," he gave me a gentle smile.

I nodded at him and took a deep breath, preparing myself for what was ahead.

"I guess we're going to LA."

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who's up for an alternate ending where liam comes back to life by hatching out of an egg or somethin idk.

because i'd be down.

THANKS FOR READING ILY.

vote and comment pls and also i want to know real opinions on liam coming out of an egg.