Blind date (n.s)

22

"It's honorable that you want to talk to him and want to set things straight, Niall", Camilla had a hard time trying to keep up with me as I was almost storming through the bar.

Some people looked me up and down, otheres seemed to eye me disapprovingly. To my I own surprise I couldn't care less about those gawpers. They should just care about their own damn buisness and not watch me like I was some kind of actor in a dram movie in the cinema.

"But it is just a not so good idea", she continued talking. "He did not make the impression to me as if he was happy about fixing all of this calmly. Give him some time. I'm sure he will come around at some point and you can sit down and talk things through."

"I'm not so sure about that", I said quietly. "I don't care if he punches me right now or if he keeps on screaming right into my face. We have to talk and we will talk now. Whether it suits him or not."

Outside of the bar, in the parking lot I spotted Louis, Zayn, Shawn and Julia as soon as I had stepped out of the door. Louis was sitting on the asphalt, Julia and Shawn kneeled next to him and rubbed his back smothingly. I was sure that he was crying and it was horrible to see him like that. Zayn stood a little further away. I could imagine that he was quite overwhelmed by all of this. He only knew us all for a few weeks now and felt probably terribly helpless and useless.

For a moment I doubted that talking to Louis was a good thing to be doing right now. Would I want to talk to the person who was responsible for my misery? Would I want to talk to my so called best freind after he betraied me and kept a very important thing from me? I broke Louis nose after that absolutely shitty date with Luke. I was so angry with him that I hit him in the face. I did not fancy a broken nose again. But what othere options did I have? Hiding away and shutting out the world again? Drowning in self- pity? The worst thing that could happen to me right now was that Louis either refused to talk to me or that he would punch me hard.  I came to the conclusion that both weren't as bad as not even trying.

"Louis?", I said softly as I slowly got closer.

"Get- get a-away", he sobbed and lifted his head slightly. "Get t-the fuck lost!"

I stopped a few meters in front of him. A little bit of safety distance was probably clever.

"I know you're mad", I told him. "And I know you don't want to see me..."

"Damn right. So you have a brain that actually is working. Congratiulations!", Louis snapped sharply and I was taken back by his sudden outburst of bitterness. "Now get the fuck lost!"

"Niall, maybe it's better if you just-", Shawn tried to convience me to go.

"No", I told him firmly. "I will not leave. Why did you push El, Louis?"

"As if that matters right now!", Louis hissed. "My child is dead because I killed it! Don't you understand that?"

"Why did you push her?"

There was a small hope inside of me. It was only a glimmer and it was weak one but it was there and if I was right then...

"We had a massive argue", Louis said briefly.

"And then you pushed her and she fell?"

"I pushed her and she stumbeled over the stupid flowerpot in the stairwell. Someone must have forgotten it there. I didn't even push hard but there was this bloody pot and then she fell down the stairs..."

I inhaled sharply. My glimmer of hope was starting to lapse.

"How do you know she lost the baby?"