Faking

2

Chapter Two

Niall came in and sat on a neatly placed chair that was beside my bed, the same one Curly had been sitting in. He stared at me instantly, and I felt his eyes scan over my battered body and I curled into myself insecurely. I defiantly looked terrible, that I was plenty aware of.

He sighed and gazed at me with sympathy, something I was becoming very used to. "So, m' Niall. I'm Harry and Zayn's, son. They told me a lot about you, I've been wanting to meet you since we turned up at the hospital but they told me I'd have to wait."

So Harry was Curlys' name. I thought. It suited him, but I like Curly much more."Couldn't really of told you that much, they barely k-know me." I whispered lowly, and I tried to chuckle but it was more of a grimace and a cough. It was true, all they had were standard facts and details about me. Nothing more, so I highly doubted Niall. This was all an act, a lure to get me to trust them. Although they seemed nice, they might just be lying.

The blond sighed but continued on. "You know, just because they only met you for a few hours doesn't mean they don't know anything about you." He challenged as if he knew something I didn't.

I raised an eyebrow and responded wearily, "Really? W-well what-t did t-they say?" I did want to know what Curly and Zayn had figured out about me. Niall smiled warmly and began his rave. "Well, they told me you were super kind. Which now that I've met you, I can obviously confirm this theory to be true. But they also said you didn't like a lot of people, and that you were timid around strangers. Which, is also true. Dad-erm, Harry told me how you had a big brother, and you loved him very much."

I grimaced at Niall's wording choice, I didn't like how he had said it. Maybe Curly had phrased it that way, and that made Niall say it like that. Either way, it was irritating me.

"I love him very much. Stop making it out l-like he's dead or something." I responded pointedly. Liam wasn't dead. I would know if he was, I just would. Niall stared at me for a minute before starting, "Sorry, I didn't mean it like that. My bad." I nodded as to tell him that it was alright. He seemed genuine but people seem genuine all the time. So there was no way I was trusting any of them right now.

The room was silent for a minute, and I wasn't going to make a move to talk. I guess he got bored as he started to say something, capturing my full attention. "You wanna tell me about Liam?" I smiled a little at that because my favorite thing was Liam and if I would get to talk about him, then I would.

I nodded then started my rant about him. "Well, he's five years older than me. So he'd be around sixteen right now and he's really sweet. He's really protective of me t-too and when I find him, I'm sure he's going to cry and hug me because that's how he's l-like. I was seven when I was...taken, he's probably so worried, I mean I was gone for about....five years....." I trailed off and suddenly tears were brimming my eyes.

I really hope he hasn't forgotten about me, I mean I know that he probably doesn't even care about me anymore and has moved on but I miss him. I miss him so much it hurts. Then tears that were alining my eyelids started to drool down my face, as I curled into myself and wrapped my arms all the way around me; though it felt nothing like Liams hugs.

Suddenly I was bawling and crying for Liam and Niall rushed out of the room. The sobs racked my body as I weakly pounded my fist on the bed beside my head. My eyes screwed shut as I cried out for my brother. I missed him so much, I missed him too much and I was hurting because of it.

Then Curly and Zayn walked in, a guilty-looking Niall trailing behind them. Zayn went on one side of my bed as Curly sat down at the other. I cried and cried loudly. "W-wan L-Li! S-so b-bad! N-n-need L-Li! P-please g-give me m-my Li b-b-back..." I cried out looking directly into Curly's eyes.