Breathless

Liam Payne had what seemed to be the perfect life. When his parents split up and he is forced to move away with his mom to London, he runs into people who surprise him. Meeting Niall Horan was the best thing that ever happened to him. He never thought he would fall in love with Niall, the deaf kid

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9. Same Love

CHAPTER 8

REMINDER!!!

Liam is BOLD

Niall is ITALLIC

-Liam’s POV-

“What happened?” I ask pulling Niall into the house. He had tears streaming down his face, I wasn’t sure if he caught what I was signing to him. He looked up at me and signed something too quickly. I still wasn’t good at conversations with other people.

 

“What? Slower please” I say will an apologetic smile, I hope he understands why I need him to sign everything slower. I watch as Niall takes a deep breath and begins signing to me again.

 

I didn’t know where else to go, I’m sorry if I am bothering you. I just needed to talk with someone” Niall says with tears forming in his eyes yet again. I gulp and lead Niall to the couch setting him down. I sit beside him making sure not to sit to close, I know he has trust issues and I don’t want to push it.

 

“What happened Niall? What do you need to talk about? You’re not bothering me, don’t worry” I say shooting him a small smile, Niall watches as I sign to him and his eyes furrow. Wait did I sign something wrong? I rack over my brain trying to figure out what I could have signed wrong. I couldn’t think of anything, I know I signed everything correctly.

 

You know sign language?” Niall asks. I bite my lip and try to think of the correct way of putting this. I couldn’t think of the sign. Great. I put up my first finger trying to tell him to hold on a moment. I got up quickly and ran to the kitchen. I grabbed a notebook from my homework I was working on last night and a pen and ran back into the living room. Niall was still sitting where he was before. He had this sad expression though, he didn’t look very good either. He had blood under his nose and on his forehead, but it was dry. He had the beginnings of a black eye and I could see some older bruises on his arms. I sat on the couch and pulled out the notebook.

 

I am learning it for you actually, but as you can see I haven’t learned everything and still need to use this to talk with you.

 

I pass him the notebook with a half-smile. I am slightly embarrassed I still need to use this to talk with him. I need to study more. I mentally smack myself for being lazy and watch as he starts writing down on the paper.

 

No one has ever done that for me, not even my father. Thank you Liam.

 

 

 

He passes back the notebook and I look down and read the note. I looked at his messy scrawl and admired how he wrote his letters. They may be messy, but they fit the blonde lad perfectly.  I feel my heart break in two. How could his own father not want to learn sign language to speak with his own son? Then I realize I need to ask him what happened to his face and why he is covered in bruises. I think about trying to sign it to him but decide I don’t want to make a big fool out of myself. And just write it down on the notebook. I can feel Niall’s eyes on me. I suddenly feel very self-conscious about myself. I don’t know why I feel like this, it’s just Niall. He’s a guy, I’m a guy. I shouldn’t be feeling like this.

 

I don’t mean to pry, but why wouldn’t your father want to learn for you? And what happened to your face, you have cuts and bruises everywhere?

 

I pass the notebook back to Niall and he reads the note. I watch as his face falls, he sighs and starts writing on the paper.

 

Do I really look that bad?

 

 

 

Well, you don’t look very good no. But you’re still your cute self

 

As Niall read that last part I watched as he began to blush. He looked so cute when he blushed. I bit my lip and watched Niall as he looked up at me with his big blue eyes. That’s when I realized. Maybe I am gay, maybe I have everything all wrong. I know I sound stupid saying I just randomly realized my sexuality, but I’m serious. Right now in the very moment just looking at Niall I realized how much I liked him. I didn’t just like him as a friend, I liked him more.

 

I’m sorry for the way I have been acting towards you.

 

 

 

It’s alright, but may I ask why you have been acting how you have?

 

I watched as Niall bit his lip as he read what I had wrote, maybe I shouldn’t have asked him such a personal question. I feel like I am prying and pushing him into telling me things he doesn’t want to. I sat there worrying about what I had just asked, I hadn’t even noticed Niall was passing me the notebook back. I jumped when I felt Niall’s hand on mine. I looked over to see the notebook in front of me.

 

I’d rather not talk about it. I think I best be leaving. I don’t want to intrude, I don’t think your mother would like me to stay here very long

 

 

 

I read the note and looked up to see Niall standing up and walking to the door. I jumped up and grabbed his arm, I felt a tingly feeling run through my hand straight to my stomach. It was a good feeling, it made me get butterflies when I touched him. You know how in all the sappy love stories the main character always says they feel sparks when they touch the one they love? Well that’s exactly how I felt when I grabbed Niall’s arm. I felt the sparks run all the way up my arm to my stomach. I watched Niall closely and tried to decipher if Niall had felt them too. From the shocked look on his face I would say he had definitely felt them. I smirked and Niall turned around to face me.

 

Please stay” I signed, at least I could remember how to ask him to stay. Niall nodded and I lead him back to the couch. I watched as he grabbed the notebook, he must still be unsure if I know sign language or not.

 

Where is your mother?

 

 

 

I laughed at his question. I grabbed the pen out of his hand, the sudden contact of his skin on mine made us both jump. The sparks were still running through my hand when I began writing. I could feel Niall’s eyes me.

 

She left for a business trip, I don’t know when she will be back

 

I watched as Niall read the note, his face scrunched up. He looked so cute when he was thinking, he reminded me of a little child. Niall looked up at me and our eyes caught. I watched as his eyes roamed over my face landing on my lips. He looked from my lips to my eyes asking for permission. I felt myself leaning in, Niall leaned in as well. I could feel his breath on my lips, we were inches apart. If I moved half an inch my lips would be touching his.

 

“LIAM!!!!! OPEN THIS DOOR!!!” Louis loud voice boomed from out front. I snapped my head back leaning away from Niall. Niall looked at me confused, he hadn’t been able to hear Louis yelling…

 

“Someone is at the door, hold on” I sign to Niall getting up and walking to the front door. I open the door and Louis is standing out front looking like he hadn’t slept in a week.

 

“What’s wrong Lou?” I ask concerned at how Louis looked. Louis was panting like he had just run from his house. I looked behind him and Harry’s car wasn’t there, that’s weird.

 

“It’s Harry! He’s hurt!” Louis shouted. Harry’s hurt? I felt my head spinning, this is all too much. What was I supposed to do?

 

-Niall’s POV- (Last flashback)

 

I was spinning, I felt like I was drowning in my own body. Everything hurt, no matter what position I lied in I couldn’t get comfortable. I knew I should open my eyes, but my lids felt so heavy. I just laid there listening to a ringing noise, I couldn’t hear anything else but the incessant ringing. I was getting used to it since I have been sitting here listening to it for the past day and a half. I know what you’re thinking, why haven’t I opened my eyes? Well I can’t, every time I go to open my eyes it hurts. I was starting to get tired of listening to this ringing, I need to open my eyes then maybe it will go away. I squeeze my eyes tight one last time and use all my strength to open my eyes. It feels like there are 40 ton weights over my lids forcing them closed. Somehow I gained enough strength to open them. When I opened them the light streaming into my room was so bright I had to close them again. I turned my face to the side ignoring the shooting pain in my head, I opened my eyes once again and looked around. The ringing was still in my ears. I guess I was wrong about it going away. I looked to my left and noticed a heart monitor, I could tell I should be hearing the beep of my heart but all I could hear was the ringing. Why couldn’t I hear the beep? I turned and saw my mom sitting in an arm chair sleeping, I should hear her familiar soft snores as well. I felt my heart start to beat faster with fear. Why couldn’t I hear? I turned and found the ‘call nurse’ button and pressed it. I waited to hear the nurse ask what was wrong, but I never hear someone. I turned to see a short nurse with black hair walk into the room with a small white board. I eyed her and the white board carefully. She smiled at me and took out a marker and began writing on the whiteboard. I looked over to my mom to see that she had woken up and walked over to the nurse. She was watching whatever the nurse was writing on the board. I still couldn’t figure out why I couldn’t hear anything. I should be able to hear them breathing and the squeak of the marker on the whiteboard. But all I can hear is this annoying ringing.

 

 

 

“Hi Niall, I am nurse Emily. I am here to ask you a few questions and inform you of what you have and why you are here.” The whiteboard read. I read it and nodded waiting for her to respond. She turned the board back around and erased what she had written. I felt a hand on my arm and I jumped at the sudden contact.

 

 

 

“Niall, you are legally deaf now. The ear infection you had was very bad and you weren’t taking the correct medication. Plus the head trauma you endured, caused your eardrums to burst. You will not be able to hear anymore. We have a teacher coming in the rest of this week to teach you sign language, I am sorry about your loss of hearing.” I read over the sign three times making sure I had read it correctly. I felt hot tears pouring down my face, what does she mean I won’t be able to hear anymore? How am I supposed to live without my hearing? I felt my mom’s arms around me. She hugged me tightly I could feel her shaking. When I looked up at her I saw she was crying. I hate seeing her cry. It pained me to know that I was the reason she was crying too. I need to talk to her, but I can’t hear her response.

 

 

 

“Where is father?” I ask unsure about how loud my voice is. I hope I’m not screaming or anything that would suck. My mom reached out to the nurse and grabbed the whiteboard and the marker. She wrote something on the board and turned it around.

 

 

 

“He is at home, we aren’t going to be living with him anymore.” I read the words and my mouth dropped. She couldn’t actually mean that, could she? Those are the words that never stayed, I wish to this day my mom had kept her word. Not long after I was out of the hospital we went back home. My father was there and he begged us to stay, he told me he had changed and that he would treat us all better. I knew he was lying, but my mom is easily fooled. I don’t blame her, she fell in love with this man. She still loves him even though he hurts her and me. I know she doesn’t want him to hurt me, but she is blinded by love I suppose. A few years later my father began bringing women home with him every night, my mom pretended like she didn’t know. But I know she did know. My father got a second girlfriend, he had her over constantly. Then one day she stopped coming over, I haven’t seen her in a long time. Maybe she got smart, maybe she realized she was doing wrong. I guess I will never know what made her stop coming over, but once she left and stopped doing my father. The touching and hurting me started up again. I don’t hate the woman for leaving, I hate that it started up my father’s old ways once again.

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