So Wrong, It's Right (Louis)

Chapter 5

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With my father being the way he is, as in against me avoiding being around as much as I possibly can, I always found it quite strange that he never cared to check to see whether or not I was even in the house anymore. He claims that he knew I go out to party and stuff, so did that mean he was just letting me sneak around or was he just saving up his anger for the next morning so his words could ruin my entire day away from him at school and practice? Maybe he's more cunning than I would ever give him such credit for. 

I walked home last night trying my best not to think about what was bothering me. I never enjoyed having those kinds of thoughts and Liam always seemed to bring them right up to the surface of my mind. That drove me insane. Liam drove me insane. 

After I successfully managed to get myself back into my room, I opened my bedroom door to see if the lights downstairs were still on because that meant someone was still awake. At this hour I knew my mum should already be in bed. The house was completely dark so I quietly closed my door and wondered if I was checked up on when I was gone.

When I was settled under my one duvet, I sat up and looked down where the sleeves of Liam’s hoodie covered my hands, almost entirely. It was still warm as I wore it over me. As soon as thoughts of being with Liam came back to me, I began to feel an itch creep onto my skin. I blamed Liam and his stupid hoodie so I took it off and threw it down onto the floor. Then with a huff I let my head rest against my pillow. At some point I finally fell asleep.

It was the morning now and today also marked that Niall would probably be back at school, which meant a variety of things for Zayn and I. Besides the fact that we’d be seeing the visible damage done to the boy, I knew that Zayn was going to be freaking out because it was possible someone might ask him what happened to him. That meant someone could find out what we have done. That didn’t really bother me because this wouldn’t be the first time something happened with Niall and we’ve gotten away with it. I just had to keep on showing that I was tough and that this didn’t get under my skin.

I got ready for school with quick change of clothes and made sure all my football stuff was packed up. As I was rummaging through my clean shirts in my wardrobe I saw Liam's discarded hoodie on the floor. I paused for a moment and actually contemplating on wearing it, which made bitter chuckle leave my lips as a crude joke about how it would make Niall jealous of me because I was wearing it and he wasn't. I have no idea if Niall even knew this hoodie existed but for some reason it cheered me up when I pretended that it did. I didn't touch it. I just left it there. If Liam wanted it back so badly, then it was his loss until I decided I was I was done with it. I should have been but I had something of Liam's and I bet it would annoy him that I didn't return it. I was going to prove that I didn't give a damn about it, which would show that I didn't give a damn about Liam Payne. 

Before I went to carry both my schoolbag and my football bag downstairs, I walked over to my window and checked to see if my father's car had gone. That meant that he'd be at work so I could still avoid him. I saw that it was gone which gave me only a little relief. 

Downstairs, my mum was cleaning up after her breakfast. She mainly just had coffee and her favourite cereal, sometimes some fruit. I was in the kitchen with her and she looked over at me as I picked out a packaged breakfast bar and a sports drink. it was never the right choice of breakfast to her but it was all I had the time for. Sure, I could wake up earlier but that meant I'd have to deal with my father's morning rush. 

"You were out last night." She said and, it sounds horrible but, I was actually surprised to hear her speak.

I looked over at my shoulder to her and nodded. "A friend rung me up. That's all. Did you tell dad?"