Stupid With Love

Just Wake Up

Part 2

Liam P.O.V

My phone call with Niall certainly could have gone better. Maybe I should call him back, and apologise. No, I can’t do that. Then he’ll think he has the upper hand and can get away with anything he does. I reached for my phone, still not having made my mind up. I twirled it around in my hands, almost pressing the call button, but then retracting my finger, and starting all over again.

“Liam,” I heard someone say, looking up to inspect the voice. “What are you doing?”

“I don’t know Zayn. I need to call him back, but then I feel weak. It feels like I’m letting him win,” I reply, staring down at my hands.

“You need to call him back. It was bad that you went off at him, but I’m sure he will understand once you explain it to him. You know, tell him how you actually feel about him,” he said, coming to sit down beside me.

“I want to Zayn, you know I want to. But it’s not that easy.”

“How is it not that easy? You’ve spent the whole time you got back to England cooped up in this apartment, thinking about how you left things with Niall. Sure you screwed up badly; I’m not saying that you didn’t. But I am saying that you need to call him and fix this, before there is no way that either of you can salvage any kind of relationship,” Zayn said, placing his hand on my shoulder.

He was right of course, he always was. The longer I left it like this the worse it would be, not just for us, but for the whole band.

“Alright, Zayn. I’ll call him now,” I replied.

We sat there, me staring at my phone again. And Zayn being a source of support. Knowing that if I didn’t do it now, I never would. So I pushed the call button and listened to the phone ring.

And ring.

“Hello?” That was not the familiar Irish twang I was used to. I didn’t speak for a second, startled by Niall not answering his own phone. I thought it’s probably one of the other guys he’s been fucking. I was starting to feel angry again.

“Who is this?” the voice sounded completely exhausted, and annoyed that they had to ask twice. “If this is some kind of prank call you can fuck off now.” Wait, I knew that voice.

“Harry?” I said, unsure if I was right.

“Wait, Liam? Why are you calling Niall?” he asked, confused.

“I was calling to apologise, he called me earlier and I yelled at him. I told him I never wanted to hear from him again,” I replied.

“You’ve got to be kidding me. Again, Liam? What the fuck is your problem? Do you just love kicking him while he’s down, or do you have a deeper problem than that? Do you hate him? Is that it?” He yelled into the phone.

“Whoa, Harry. Calm down, tell me what’s wrong,” I said, trying to get his voice down to a normal tone. The line was quiet as I waited for a response. I heard a soft noise, a noise which sounded almost like someone crying. But why would Harry be crying? “Harry, tell me what’s going on right now!” I said to him firmly.

The crying sound increased. “It’s Niall, Liam.” He got out between choked sobs.

The worse feeling came over me. What was Harry saying? Why can’t he get his words out properly and give me a full sentence. “We’re at the hospital, I ah-,” The phone dropped from my hands as I feared the next words that would come out of Harry’s mouth. Zayn quickly picked up the phone and held it to his ear.

“Harry, its Zayn. Tell me what’s happened,” he said quickly.

I could still hear Harry’s voice clearly.