The car ride back was quiet. Liam
was driving my car, Louis, Niall, and I in the back seat, me in
between the two. Harry and Zayn were driving their rental car
with Milo and soon we were back at my house. My mom told them
they could stay there but they decided to stay at a hotel. I
thought Louis was going to be staying, but I really wasn't
sure. We got out of the cars and out into the sunny morning.
Off in the distance I could see clouds and I knew it was going
to rain. I took Milo as we walked into the house.
Milo was big now, almost a year.
Louis had told me a couple days ago that he was starting to
walk by himself and at the time I couldn't believe it, but
now I did. He wouldn't stop squirming and kept mumbling
things to himself. He had a British/Irish/American accent and
it was the cutest thing ever. One of the guys opened the front
door and I walked in first.
I could hear my mom in the
kitchen and the tv was on showing reruns of the Mentalist. I
continued to walk into the living area and then put Milo down.
The rest of the boys followed after me, and Harry sat down on
the floor next to him.
Liam talked to my mom while I sat
on the couch with Louis. Harry and Zayn were on the floor with
Milo and Niall was sitting on the chair. My mom and Liam were
whispering so I couldn't hear what she was saying. After a
couple minutes Milo started fussing and my mom came over and
joined us.
"Whats wrong?" She
asked picking him up. I noticed Niall was watching cautiously
from his seat as my mom lifted him onto her hip. I started to
really study Niall since he got here.
He looked drained, he had no
color to his face, making the circles under his eyes only that
much more noticeable. His hair was a mess and didn't look
like he had combed it besides running his hand through it over
and over. His eyes had no life to them, they were dull
and full of pain. I wondered if that was how I looked, so...
alone.
We all just sat around watching
reruns of the Mentalists for a couple hours without any
talking. But after a while Liam said they should go check in at
the hotel. Zayn and Harry stood up and stretched from sitting
on the floor the entire time. Niall picked up Milo and held him
close as Louis tightened his grip around my waist.
"I think I'm going to
stay here if that's okay with you Mrs. Thompson," he
half asked.
"Oh that is fine Lou, you
are always welcome," she called from the behind the
kitchen counter. Louis got up to go get his bags from the
car.
I didn't move from my spot on
the couch, I don't know if I would be able to even if I
wanted to. After a few minutes Louis came back in and took the
bags downstairs to the spare bedroom. He must of just dropped
them off and came back up because just a few seconds later he
was back on the couch next to me. I leaned back as he wrapped
his arms around me just as a new episode started.
I glanced at the clock, it was 2.
I don't know if that was good or bad. I mean it was already
two. Time seemed to go by faster with Louis which was good
because that meant it seemed like there was less time to think
about... things. But then again it was already 2, and that
meant it was almost time to go to bed and then go to school. I
don't know if I wanted to go to school or not. I mean I
wanted the distraction, I didn't want time to think, I
didn't want to be alone. But I knew I would get tons of
sympathy and stares and I didn't want that either.
I closed my eyes trying to get
rid of the thoughts. Louis leaned down and kissed my forehead.
"You okay love?" he whispered gently into my
ear.
I shook my head as a few tears
started to fall. I turned around to face him and buried my face
in his chest. My chest rose and fell fast as I struggled for
breath. Louis's hand rubbed small circles on my back as I
continued to sob into his chest. My tears were soaking his
shirt but he didn't say anything about it. After a
couple more minutes I was able to compose myself.