Hailey's P.O.V
"Louis, please just let me sleep!" I exclaim, pulling the covers over my head,
"No, talk to me Hailey, please..." Louis whines, pulling the covers back and shaking my shoulder gently.
"Why? It’s not going to change anything is it? I've made my mind up; I'm leaving, please just leave me." I burst out, sitting up and staring at him.
"But maybe, I want to know the full story, the reason why my best friend is leaving me, and her boyfriend please Hailey!" Louis pleads.
"Can you get Liam round here, so I can tell you both at the same time, I don't think I can tell it twice?" I gulp, trying to hide the tears that are falling down my cheeks. Hastily wiping them away, Louis gives me an unreadable look, before nodding his head and walking out the too to ring Liam.
I wonder what Zayn’s doing now, it's 11 at night, and we normally watch a film in bed or sleeping. Is it strange to say, I can almost feel a figure hugging around my body, and the traced circles being drawn into my skin. I know it can't be, and I know it will never happen again, but the feeling, the butterflies I got and the warm feeling, it’s all coming back, like I belong here. I can't believe I'm doing this, I can't believe I’ve left the boy I love, the boy that is my world and the one that means everything to me. But I can't live with myself knowing he is putting himself through stress and pain, looking out for me. I would never forgive myself, that's why maybe if I leave, then Zayn can forget about me and move on. He can get a slimmer, prettier, funnier and more popular girl. Zayn having a girlfriend who isn't me, that’s horrible, my stomach is starting to turning and my arms are filling with goose bumps, I can't live without him, I just can't. But I know I have to.
"Hey Hailey," Liam's voice spoke behind me,
"Hey," I breathe, turning my body around to see Liam and Louis at the door frame of the lounge, both looking sad slightly.
"Is it true what I've heard? That you're leaving?" Liam questioned walking towards me on the sofa and sitting beside me, then Louis does the same and sits on the other side of me. I nod gently at Liam, that actual thought of me leaving actually is starting to sink in, not only I wont see Zayn, but I wont see Liam and Louis . "When are you intending on leaving?" he added.
"As soon as possible," I squeaked, I can't face looking at Liam's nor Louis face, I know I will end up crying, and then I’ll agree to stay, and I can't.
"Well, do you think this is the right thing to do? Where are you going to go? Where are you going to live? How are you going to afford food and to live?" Liam asks raising his eyebrows at me as he does.
"I don't know,” I shrug, playing it cool in front of these boys is impossible, all I want to do is run back to Zayn, and be in his arms, but I can't.
“Then what do you know?” Louis asks, taking hold of my hand and giving it a gentle squeeze, like Zayn does, but it doesn’t get the warm feeling and the butterflies back, that have just disappeared, I don't get the same feeling as what I get when Zayn does it, but its close enough.
“That I need to leave,” I state, gripping Louis’s hand tightly, the comforting warm touch of his hand, as the thoughts run through my head even more, that Zayn, Louis, Liam, Niall and even Harry wont be in my life if I leave.
“Why?” Liam argues,
“I’m causing Zayn pain, and I can't face it, and if you look at my face, I'm going to be getting this every day for the rest of my life now,” I choke, the tears now pouring down my face again, the salt pouring into the cuts on my face, and making them sting. Liam waves his hand across my cheek, wiping away the salty substance, then he runs his hand across the cuts and bruises on my face, and half smiles. His face wears an unreadable look, like he always has, most of the time.
“We will help you, I will help you, I know we can't persuade you not to go, so at least let me help?” he insist, like I don't even get a choice in it. But I want Liam’s help, I want Liam and Louis’s help, they’re my best friends after all.
“I'll help too,” Louis whispers, I turn my head around to face him, tears are starting to fall down his cheek, Louis takes in a deep breath and smiles. Holding out his arms, I fall into Louis’s warm, toned and comforting body, its nothing like Zayn's, but it’s good enough.
“I love you,” he whispers into my ear, as my head rests on his chest, Louis’s tears fall onto the top of my head, as he continues to cry.
“I love you too,” I reply, whispering in the same manner.
Pulling away from the hug, I wipe away the tears that are still falling down Louis’s cheek, and smile at him, in a reassuring and soothing way, I hope.
“Have you eaten?” Liam questions, I shake my head slowly, not wanting the lecture I am about to get from Liam, for not eating and not helping my body out.
“I know what you’re going to say Liam, and I know, I'm sorry, but I'm really not in the mood for food.” I start,
“Pizza for three anyone?” Louis butts in,
“Yes! I'll order.” Liam bellowed, his voice echoing through Louis’s empty house.
Liam left the room, leaving Louis and I on the sofa, in silence, the awkward sort of silence. Turning my head to look at him, I smile and wipe away the tears that are continuing to fall down his cheek.
“Will you come back?” he stammers, Louis’s voice quiet and soft, it is a weird sound to hear and you will be lucky to hear it, but he sounds so angelic and peaceful.
“I'll try,” I whisper back, I don't know weather I will come back, if I come back and see Zayn, I will just fall in love all over again, and I don't want to get hurt, not anymore.
“Promise me, that I will see you again,” Louis mumbles softly again.
“I promise,” I state, this is something I know I can keep to; I can't leave Louis and Liam out of my life. I may have become close friends with them only two or three months ago, but they’re my best friends. A smile crept onto Louis’s face I promised this, but the tears continued to fall down his cheek, and his eyes continue to water, filling his blue eyes with glistens of sadness.
“Please stop crying?” I add, wiping away the tears once again,
“Please don't go,” he whimpers,
“I have to,”
“Then there’s your answer.” Louis croaks.
“I ordered Hawaiian because I know you like it,” Liam informs Louis and I, as he plops back down onto the sofa beside me.
“Thanks Liam,” I reply, squeezing his hand softly and smiling at his tanned face, his brown eyes popping out and his dimples either side of his mouth softening his look. How could Liam be a bully, look at him? He looks like a teddy bear.
The pizza came, and we all ate the whole thing, it came to half one in the morning when we finished, for some reason the boys wouldn’t let me do anything, they even came to the toilet with me, well stood outside the door. It’s like they don't want me leaving so they aren’t going to leave my side, if only that is true.
“Well, I think we should sleep now, its late,” Liam states, holding this hand to his mouth as he lets out a tiny yawn. Rolling my eyes, I stand up, but then get I get pulled back onto the sofa, by both Liam and Louis.
