Guess Who's Got Mail? (One Direction)

Chapter 5

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Chapter 5

Liam’s POV

“What the heck, Liam?!” Niall screamed. Brielle just ran away, crying. I rubbed the spot where she slapped me. For a girl, that really hurt.

“She’s the one who slapped me!” I defended myself.

“You deserved it!” Niall yelled.

“Calm down, Niall.” Louis said, rubbing Niall’s back in efforts to calm him.

“Her mom died, Liam! Her mom died in the hospital!” Niall mumbled, calming down a bit. My face fell when Niall’s words sunk in.

What? Her mom died in the hospital? What kind of sick person am I? She’s probably bawling her eyes out just because I reminded her of it.

“You reminded her of her mother. How her mom died when she was little.” Niall said, choked by his words.

“I-I…” I stuttered. I didn’t know what to say. She’s going to be furious with me. I really, really regret what I’ve said. I’m not as cold hearted as you think. I can’t tell her I’m sorry now. She wouldn’t want to talk to me.

“Niall calm down. You should go on a walk to clear you mind.” Louis said. Wow. I’m surprised that he’s so calm himself. I know that Brielle and he are close. I guess he’s just masking his feeling for the sake of Niall.

“Fine.” Niall mumbled, turned to the other direction and walked away.

“We better get home.” Harry said and walked to the direction of our apartment.

“We can take a cab, Haz.” Zayn said. We agreed and hailed a taxi cab. We got in and I stared at the window. I’ll apologize the next time I see her. Yes, I will.

Maybe…

Brielle’s POV

I have cried for the past 2 hours and I don’t want to cry anymore. Niall’s right. My mom is with me, here in my heart. I got up and looked around my room, trying to decide on what to do next. The walls were painted purple except for the wall at the back of my bed. That had a black and white pattern on it. My purple lampshades were sitting on cream-colored bedside tables at either side of my bed. At the end of my bed, I had a cream-colored treasure chest-like thing that was also used as a chair. A window was at the left side of my bed and a chair was placed under it.

There was also seat in front of the chest that faced the TV. Next to the right of the TV was the door to my walk-in closet and to the left side of my bed, there was the bathroom door. The wall opposite to the window had my “make up station” as I liked to call it.

I decided to cheer myself up a bit and put my iPod on the docking system. “Stronger” by Kelly Clarkson blasted through my speakers. Perfect!

I hummed along, not wanting to make a fool out of myself and scream the lyrics. But I decided against it and sang/screamed the pre-chorus. When the chorus came, I was jumping on my bed. I was still wearing the clothes that I wore this morning so it wasn’t really comfortable.

“What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger! Stand a little taller! Doesn’t mean I’m lonely when I’m alone!” I screamed at the top of my lungs. I don’t care if the neighbours hear me which I doubt would happen because New York is such a noisy place.

I jumped in my bed like I did when I was 7 years old. I turned and faced the wall, still jumping and screaming the lyrics. I heard laughter near the doorway. I turned around and saw Niall curled up in laughter.