So Wrong, It's Right (Louis)

Chapter 4

(unedited)

I couldn't wait to be finished with having to sat at this table with my parents. There were times where I didn't feel like being stuck in this house with them so I would sneak out. Now, I wasn't doing reckless and insane things. No. There's only a few choice places that I go when I get like this. I either walk to the park near mine, call someone up to take me away from here, or to a party at one of my mates'. Okay, the party might get a little insane or reckless but that's not what I'm looking for tonight.

Tonight was one of those nights where I needed to call someone up and take me away from here. 

I went upstairs after my dad went into the kitchen and I looked to my mum, silently asking if I was allowed to leave. She didn't nod her head or anything but I took that as my answer. I didn't care if in a matter of minutes I was going to be shouted at for being a lazy arse about cleaning my dishes. I had somewhere better to be. 

There wasn't much time for me to pace around my room and actually have hope that Liam still accepted to see me. He isn't my number one fan and that doesn't bother me much. I'd rather not have Liam Payne putting himself into my business. That's what he does with people. He thinks he's being helpful but he's downright an annoyance most of the time. 

Letting out a breath, I let out an accomplished sigh as I walked over to my window. I opened it and could hear the crickets chirping, thankful that their noises won't give my escape away. I rested my hands on the plastic sill and ducked my head out to get a look around the outside. 

"Okay, time to go." I told myself as I brought my head back inside the window so I could turn my body to the side and crouch under the window. Once I was straddling the sill, which was greatly uncomfortable, I brought my other leg over so I could push myself off the window and then land on the ground. I've done this many times now so I know not to push too hard. 

When I hit the ground, feeling the force travel through the bottoms of my shoes and then up my legs. I had to shake it off to jog away from my house. Once I passed the few pine trees that marked the end of our garden, my pace turned into a walk. 

Liam's was about a block away from mine. I didn't even learn this until a few months ago when I was stuck giving him a drive home from practice. The boy didn't want one from me and I made a joke that he didn't want me to find out where he lived. I promised him I would never stalk him and stand outside his window with a radio held over my head. Liam laughed at that bit. 

Anyway, Liam's not like a friend of mine or anything really. We've tried to be, mostly from his part. There were just too many things we couldn't stand about one another. I pretty much just insult him on all the parts of him that are good while he points out every part of me that's bad. It doesn't hurt me but I think I hurt Liam. 

If we can't stand each other, then why am I sneaking from my bedroom window to go see him? Well, that's an easy answer. It's Liam's fault. He witnessed something that he shouldn't have and now he remains in my life secretively. I've done all I could to make him leave it all alone; to leave me alone, but he's still around. 

After my fast strides over to Liam's, I stopped once I turned to face the front of his house. The small porch light was on and I didn't know if I was welcome to knocking on his door. I usually just stood in this spot and waited for Liam to get around to opening his door. 

"It's cold out here, Liam, come on." I told myself bitterly as I looked down to the pavement. Due to the streetlights, I found a broken piece of the pavement and began to pass it gently between my feet as I waited for Liam to come around for me. He should know that I was here. He usually knew.

I'd glance up every once and a while to see if the door would just open already and Liam would walk out to meet me. Knowing my luck, I came to early and Liam was busy doing his coursework or enjoying a meal with his family.