Paris In The Rain [h.s]

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AN: Currently still freaking out about 1k reads.

Love youuuu

~Alex

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A loud groan leaves my lips as my blind-less windows let in the piercing rays of the relentless sun. I shield my eyes from the light and roll over to bury my face into my pillow.

"Good morning, sunshine!" Liam says rather perkily as I feel him come to stand beside me, "Time for work!"

I raise my head up to look at him with blurry vision, the aroma of coffee hitting my nose and almost instantly curing my hangover, "What happened last night?"

"Well," Liam starts, handing me the coffee and two painkillers as I sat up in bed with the palm of my hand pressed to my forehead, "You drank over half a bottle of vodka and kept ranting about Niall. Then you puked your guts out and passed out in the bathroom. I'm starting to think I shouldn't have let you listen to that song."

"You think?" I look up at him from over the rim of my coffee mug, reveling in the way the strong taste and warm aroma eased the sharp throbbing in my head.

He starts going through my closet, setting out a white blouse and laying out some jeans, "I'll start your shower." He says before walking into my bathroom that was connected to my bedroom.

I hear the running of water as I set my mug down on the nightstand, grabbing my phone and checking for any missed calls.

Surprisingly, Niall hadn't called anymore after I hung up on him last night. I was kind of expecting him to, in which I wouldn't have answered a single call, but it still shocked me a bit. Maybe he thought that I needed time and space before he even considered calling me. Or maybe he was still debating as to whether or not he should call me. Either way, I still wasn't up to talking to him again for a while.

I knew I should probably tell him I still love him too, but the thought of actually saying those words to him when I was in love with Harry was frightening and all-around pathetic. How could I call him back just to say I still loved him when I had hung up on him when he told me the exact same thing?

Still.

That was the name of the song Liam had made me listen to last night that drove me to drinking half of my body weight in alcohol. The words he had spoken to me only last night were written down in a song and put on an album for millions of girls to listen and cry to. It was an emotional and beautifully written song - I'll give him that.

"What are you thinking about?" Liam asks softly from the doorway, his tall frame leaning against the doorframe while he had his arms crossed across his chest.

"The song," I let my phone fall from my hands, burying my face in my hands as I squeezed my eyes shut, praying this migraine would disappear, "Do you think maybe he hopes I listen to his music?"

He shrugs his shoulders as he sits down in front of me on the bed, staring at the wall, "I think deep down he knows you don't listen to them, but in his mind, he's writing these songs to you and you're listening to them."

"I just wish..." I trail off, trying to find the right words to say, "I just wish he wouldn't have said that to me last night. I've been in such a good place with Harry and all it took was one phone call to make that all disappear."