Two Loves

Abbi longs to fall in love. She longs to experience all of the feelings that come with being in love. She doesn't expect to be caught in a love triangle. She'll have to face heartbreak, confusion, and sacrifice. Will things turn out for her, or will she give up on the idea of love all together?


10. Chapter 9

Liam's POV

Some people may think that it's cowardly for a 19 year old man to lock himself in his house and wallow in pain after a failed relationship comes to an end. Others may think that endangering his life by turning to alcohol to take away the pain is taking the word 'extreme' to a completely new level.

If I'm being honest with myself, I used to think those things too. That was, until the love of my life walked away from me. I suppose I had no one to blame but myself. My dishonesty with her was only one of the many mistakes I was stupid enough to make during our short lived relationship. 

If I couldn't be honest with her, then she had absolutely every right to walk away. And that's exactly what she did. It didn't stop the pain though. Having a girlfriend is one thing, but being in love with a girl is a totally different thing. Having someone who loves and supports you, someone who is there by your side even when you are at your lowest point. And also, having someone that you can love and support and be there by their side. That's what love really is.

I dismissed those thoughts, thinking that I couldn't have loved her that much if I couldn't even tell her I had a child. That I slept with the mother of that child while I was in a relationship with her.

But I did love her. I really did. I still do.

Inexperience. That's what it was. That's what caused us to drift apart, what caused cracks in our relationship to show. I'd had quite a few girlfriends before Abbi, but never like this. Never as serious as we had been. I hadn't known how to be with her, how to keep our relationship strong. I sure as hell did now though!

I didn't know what to do. I wanted to fix this, to apologise and make up; I really did! But I didn't know how when she wouldn't answer my calls and I had no way to contact her. I didn't even know if she was still in London; hell, she could be in some foreign country for all I knew! So I did the only thing I knew would take away my pain, if only for a short while. 

I stumbled over to my wardrobe where I kept my secret stash, and pulled out a bottle of Vodka. I drank straight from the bottle, too lazy to bother with a glass like a civilized person.

I sighed happily as the cold, acidic liquid burned the roof of my mouth. It was a strangely pleasant feeling. The way the strong, pure alcohol numbed my body and jumbled my thoughts, momentarily making my pain disappear. 

I'd only had a couple sips when my eyes started to blur, my legs turning wobbly. This stuff worked wonders! Perfect for these types of situations; although I wasn't thrilled about the after effects I knew were coming.

Stumbling over to my bed, I flopped down, the springs groaning and jolting up and down as the mattress struggled to hold my weight. I decided to call the boys and invite them to join in the fun. I fumbled around in my bedside drawer, running my fingers over the variety of contents in order to find my phone. 

"Louisss" I mumbled, when he finally picked up after the third ring.

"Liam, you're drunk again, aren't you?" He asked sternly for once, not even bothering with a 'hello'.

"Yesss. Hahaa" I giggled. "Come overrrr and drink with meeee, Louuu". 

He hesitated for a long moment, seeming to decide whether it was the right thing to do or not. Knowing Louis, his immature and fun side would win out over his serious-only-once-in-a-blue-moon side, and he would accept my offer. I was right. 

"Sure. I'll be right over" He replied.

"Ohhh wait, Louis! Call the otherrrr boyssss and invite themmm tooooo" I gasped out before he could hang up. 

"Yup. Will do. See you soon!" He called cheerfully, and the line went dead.

It was only a short time later when I heard Louis' Porsche pull into the driveway, and I wondered how he arrived so shortly after the phone call; unless my sense of time was off. I wouldn't be surprised, taking into consideration all of the alcohol in my system. 

I attempted to get up off my bed, nearly falling off in the process, but I managed to steady myself before I hit the hard floor. I giggled drunkenly at my stumble, nearly tripping down the stairs in my hurry to open the door for the boys. 

"Hey guysssss" I opened the door to find Louis,  Zayn and Harry standing on the doorstep, each holding their own respective packs of booze.  "Where is Niall?"

"Oh, he went to California to see his family or something" Zayn told me.

"Oh okayyyy" I smiled, leading the boys to the couch.

The TV was turned onto a channel showing a live game of Soccer, and the sounds of plastic ripping could be heard as the stash of alcohol was opened and put to good use. The boys had barely been here for two hours when I felt a searing pain in my skull, indicating an oncoming headache, my mind going blank and stars dancing before my eyelids as sleep took me.


A/N: Here we go guysss! :) Sorry I have gone so long without updating, but I am back in the writing mood now, so expect a new chapter daily :) XXX

Also, I'd just like to say that I do not encourage or support the consumption of numerous alcoholic drinks in order to numb the pain of something. This event involving alcohol just seemed to fit my story, and I just want to apologise if I gave the wrong idea that getting drunk is okay.

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