The Inevitable (sequel of Haunting Memories)

Chapter 7

This chapter took me a while to write, longer than usual. Idk I really need a major plot event soon. DOES ANYONE HAVE ANY SUGGESTIONS FOR SCENES OR PLOT EVENTS OR SOMETHING??? They'd really help ^.^ 

Anyways. I'm upset. I have so much freaking homework. But I might or might not go to Elitche's tomorrow! Depends on my mom... Yup.

So... What do you guys think about Liaddy? (even though Maddy's dead...) I hate myself for destroying such a perf relationship lol, even if it's technically non-existent.

Also. The VMAs were fucking amazing, okay? One Thing, all the boys had solos, asdfghjkl; like I can't even. And 3 VMAs? That's pretty darn great. And Taylor's performance was pretty good. And Green Day's. And like everyone else's. It was just great. Ok?

Yeah, sorry for all that blabbing. I just had a bunch to say. ANYWAYS this is dedicated to mr_suspenders because even though she didn't fan me, she's awesome. Her fanfic was my all time first 1D fanfic and then she promoted Haunting Memories and added it to her library and then I totally fangirled for a while. This was a while ago, but it was great all the same.

Stay gnarly my cool fudgekins. Ok, did I seriously just say that? What is wrong with me?!?!

CHAPTER 7

Liam’s POV

After saying some comforting but unhelpful words, Zayn finally left and I breathed a sigh of relief. After making sure the door to my flat was locked, I headed to the bathroom. I locked the door and grabbed my razor from inside the drawer.

Sucking in a large breath, I pressed the blade to my skin, on the same arm as my other bandage, waiting for the familiar trickle of blood to run down it. I cringed a bit with the pain and carefully washed off the blood from the razor. Then, I wet a bit of toilet paper and dabbed the blood off the fresh new cut.

I put a little Band-Aid on it, and though I craved more pain to numb the heartache, I forced myself to exit the bathroom and turn on the telly.

***

The next day, I ate breakfast at Louis and Harry’s flat silently with everyone else. After I finished, Louis grabbed my arm and pulled me out of hearing range from the other lads and Arianna, who were happily chatting.

“We need to talk,” Louis told me, still gripping my arm.

“About what?” I feigned innocence, even though I had the sick feeling that I knew exactly what he wanted to talk about.

“In the bedroom,” he said, and let go of my hand, walking a couple of steps towards his bedroom. I just stood there, unmoving, until Louis turned and gestured for me to follow.

I sat down on his bed and patiently looked up at him, waiting for him to say something. Louis glanced at the bandage and smaller Band-aid on my arm and sighed.

“What are those from, Liam?” he asked. At this point, I knew it was useless to play dumb and pretend I didn’t know what he was talking about.

“I fell,” I lied, hoping it sounded convincing.

“Well, from what me and Arianna heard, you told Dani that it was from a pillow fight. With us lads. Why would you need to lie about that?”

“Why were you eavesdropping in the first place?”

“That doesn’t really matter right now, does it?”

“It does for me.”

“Liam, what are you hiding from us?”