Chapter 8 -»Liam Payne«-

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I didn't know what I was doing. Was I crazy? I must be crazy.

There was no way I could run away from home, away from my family. They were stressing over me all the time now and I couldn't take it anymore.

Honestly, what was left for me here? What was I supposed to do for the rest of my life? Stay here and hide while my family protects me for forever? Never going outside, never finding love, never being able to know the struggle of school, never doing anything but sitting in this house and wasting away. I don't want that. I don't think anybody would.

I think it's about time I start protecting them. But the only way I can do that right now is if I leave.

I decided to sleep on it but the next morning when I opened my eyes, I knew that nothing had changed. I had to do this, I just had to.

I decided to skip breakfast. I wasn't hungry anyway. I couldn't hear Nicola getting ready for the day and one look at the clock told me why: I had overslept. It was almost noon.

I threw the covers off me and tried to rub the sleep out of my eyes. I stumbled to my bathroom where I washed up and got dressed. I did my morning routine as quickly as possible, ready to get my day started.

When I was all ready to go, my excitement died down. Now what? I could call 'Louis Tomlinson' and get this whole thing started, but I put my phone down as fast as I had picked it up. What was I supposed to say?

"Hi! I know you don't know who I am in the slightest but could you help me hide from the government since you're so good at it?"

That was stupid and rude. I'm sure he was still hurting, he had to be because I still was over Ruth and that was years ago. I sighed heavily and busied myself by starting to pack some of my stuff neatly into a decent sized bag. By the time I was done, it was almost 1 and my mum was knocking on my door to get up.

I opened my door just enough for me to slip through before I went downstairs to find my mum. She would have a fit if I didn't eat something soon.

I rounded the corner to the kitchen to find she already had a plate ready for me. I thanked her quietly and moved my chair so silently that if I hadn't talked, she would've never known I was there.

I knew in that moment that I had to go. Not only for my family but because I was a living ghost. I wasn't alive anymore-if I ever really was in the first place. I learned to be quieter than a mouse so no one got caught and everyone stayed happy. But I didn't want to be quiet and have to walk on eggshells for the rest of my life. I wanted to be more then what I was now.

And the only conclusion I could come to was simple; leave and never come back.

That way everyone was safe. I wouldn't have to worry that I was putting my family in danger and my family wouldn't have to worry that they were in danger.

The only part that bothered me was that I didn't know the first thing about surviving this world. I would probably end up dead somewhere is all I kept thinking but it wasn't much different if I stayed here because it may not be today or next week or even years from now but someday, an officer will come knocking on our door. And when that happens, I'll be dead for sure.

At least with this option, I have a chance.

I finally dig into the food my mum prepared, even though I wasn't hungry anymore. I just wanted to see her smile for one of the last times, probably ever, in my life.

"Are you going out again today?" I wondered. Sometimes I was left home alone, it wasn't much of a big deal. Sometimes it got lonely but sometimes the peace and quiet was nice.

My whole life was filled with silence it seemed.

"I have spin class today, unless you want me to stay with you? Because-" She started but I quickly cut her off.

"No, I'm ok." I rushed and added, "Thank you though. I love you." When she gave me a weird look. Some tension in her shoulders relaxed and she smiled warmly at me again.

"Well then I better get ready, yeah? I love you sweetheart, so much." She kisses my forehead lightly before walking back to her room, presumably to get ready. She probably thought she wouldn't be able to go today.

I hugged her goodbye and made sure the door clicked shut behind her before I rushed up to my bedroom again.

Without hesitating and without thinking about what the hell I was doing, I picked up my phone and pressed on one of the only contacts in there.

I put it up to my ear, listening as it rung a few times. My heart beat erratically as someone on the other line finally picked up.

"Hello? Is this Louis Tomlinson?" I wondered, surprised my voice held steady.

"This is he, who is this?" A voice carried through the phone. I gripped my phone tighter, taking a deep breath.

This was my moment. I could either hang up the phone or I could continue what I was doing. Did I really want this? Was this really the best thing for me and for my family?

I made my decision for the second time, my finger hovered over the red 'end call' button.

"My names Liam, you don't really know me but I need your help." And now my decision was final.

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