The Inevitable (sequel of Haunting Memories)

Chapter 9

Hi! Sorry if the chapter's short. But I felt sad while writing it ;(

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Liam's POV

Niall's eyes watered and he sullenly left the room. As the door closed behind him, I sighed and collapsed onto the sofa.

I hated to see him crying. He was my best friend, I hated the mere thought of shouting at him! But at the same time, I really meant what I said.

He said he understood when it was so obvious he didn't! How could Niall even be so heartless? I thought he was supposed to be my absolute best friend. But aren't best friends supposed to understand each and help each other out?

Niall sure as hell wasn't doing that. He was just making matters worse. Maybe I was right to tell him to stop trying to be close to me. But what if he actually took my words to heart? What if he never talked to me ever again? I shuddered at the thought.

Thinking back on it, I did overreact. Well that's an understatement. I made him cry when all he wanted to do was find out why I was distancing myself from him.

He had any right to hate me after everything I said to him. I bit my lip and played the entire fight back in my head. Oh god, I was so horrible to him. I was such a terrible person.

I sighed and heaved myself off of the couch. I let my feet lead me to the bathroom. With a short exhale, I took my razor off the counter and placed it on my right arm. It had no bandages as of now, but that was about to change.

I cringed as the blade slit my skin. I deserved it. I deserved all the bloody pain in the world. I carefully bandaged the cut and repeated the process again.

After bandaging my second cut, I washed off the razor carefully and decided to take a nap.

But right as I got to my room, I noticed the screen of my phone light up. I walked over to the night stand and grabbed it, answering the call.

"Hello?" I asked into the phone.

"Hey Liam," I heard Dani's beautiful voice come from the phone speaker.

"Hi," I softly replied.

"I just wanted to make sure you were okay. You know, because of that interview," she stated in a concerned tone. Despite myself, I smiled. I genuinely grinned. She cared about me. And unlike everyone else, she tried to make sure I was okay before snapping at me to move on from Maddy.

"I'm fine. For the most part," I weakly managed to say.

"Are you sure? You know Liam, you can talk to me. You can let it all out and all I'd do is listen without judging you. I'm here for you."

"Thanks."

"Did Niall come and talk to you?" she asked, and I froze. How would she know?

"Yeah," I whispered. "We got into a fight. Oh god Dani, I'm such a terrible person."

"What happened?"

"I-It's a long story."

"Go on, I have all the time in the world," she urged me on.

I ended up talking to her on the phone for one and a half hour straight, telling her almost everything.

I started right up from Maddy's death and ended at Niall and my fight, not leaving out any detail. Well actually, I left out my suicide attempt and cutting. Only Ari and Zayn knew about my cutting, and only Arianna knew about my suicide attempt.

I loved talking to Dani, and she was great, but I just wasn't ready to tell her about it yet. I wasn't ready to tell anyone.

Arianna's POV

I was pacing back and forth in the flat. There was no doubt that the interview had shaken Liam up. But I wasn't sure if going and talking to him was a good idea.

Suddenly, Niall burst into the flat. He walked straight to the bedroom without a word, and I stared after him, puzzled.

I sat on the couch and couldn't decide if I wanted to ask Niall what happened or talk to Liam and see he how he was. In the end, I did neither. I took a brief nap.

When I woke up, I decided to try my luck with Liam. I walked out of the flat and knocked on his door rapidly. There was no reply.

"Liam," I called out. I groaned and knocked a little harder.

"What?" I finally heard.

"We need to talk," I stated. I waited for an answer, but there wasn't one. "Li?"

"Go away. I don't need to talk to anyone," he whined.

"Just open the door!" I shouted. Soon enough, the door swung open, and there stood a distraught looking Liam.

"Are you okay?" I asked immediately, and he ushered me into his room, shutting the door behind him.

"I'm fine," he rolled his eyes at me. My eyes flickered to the new bandage on his arm. That hadn't been there before or during the interview.

"Cut the bullshit," I hissed, and his eyes widened. "What's wrong?" I added in a nicer tone.

"Everything."

"Wanna be a bit more specific?"

"I just-I... I don't know. I'm so tired of anything. I'm tired of smiling and pretending everything's okay. I'm tired of flashing the fans so many fake smiles. I'm tired of all the interviewers asking about my love life. And I'm tired of ruining everything around me," his voice cracked near the end and he collapsed onto the couch, curling into a little ball.

"Liam... I'm sorry. I just don't know what to do or say. I'm not a love counselor," I said with a bitter laugh.

"I know," he retorted.

"What happened today? Besides the interview. I know something's wrong. Something bigger than nosy interviewers."

"Nothing is wrong."

"Tell me."

"There's nothing to say."

"Please? You can tell me. And you know you can trust me," I begged.

"Fine," he sighed. "I got into a big fight with Niall. I said a lot of things I shouldn't have. I was terrible to him," Liam whimpered.

"That explains it," I mumbled, more to myself than him.

"I don't know what to do anymore," Liam whispered, holding his head in his hands. I really wanted to comfort him, tell him it was all going to be alright, give him some relieving advice, but I had none. I couldn't always know what to say or do.

"Neither do I," I frowned, slowly stroking the miserable boy's back. "You just have to... Hold on." He turned to look up at me, tears staining his face.

"How?"

I shook my head, not knowing how to answer that question.