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Exasperated, that's what I was- am. My pride that was once stored within me has now vanished into billions of particles, dissolved and evaporated into the mass air that surrounds me. Lifeless: nothing more, nothing less. I lay, placidly, willingly, acceptingly, though, my body is no longer belligerent; it's given up.
My name is Kaitlynn Malik and this is my story.

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22. Chapter 21.

As I lay in my bed, contemplating whether or not to tell the boys I remembered, I replayed every pleasant memory with them in my head. My decision became more obvious with every memory.
I drag myself out of bed, pulling my hair into a messy bun before walking downstairs. The closer that I get towards the bottom, I can see Zayn pacing back and forth across the living area floor, Louis has his head in his hands, Niall looks worried, Harry is staring into the abyss, and then there's Liam. Liam has absolutely no expression or body language to rely on as to what he is thinking or feeling. Liam is as emotionless as the bottom of the sea; dark and cold.
I take a deep breath and release it before stepping into the living area. "Hey, guys."
All eyes are immediately darted to where I am standing, feet firmly planted on the ground. I watch the worry fade from their eyes, relief now taking its place. Zayn begins making his way towards me. He says no words but instead pulls me in to hug him. I tightly close my eyes, relaxed by his hug. Before Zayn releases me, the boys all get up from their spots and join in on the hug. Harry's arms are wrapped around my waist as his chin rests on top of my shoulder. Louis stands to my right, beside Harry with his arms around us both, whilst Niall is on the opposite side, mirroring those actions. Liam still sits in his spot on the floor, his eyes burning holes through every visible space on my body. I stare intently at him, my eyes expressing the emotion of plea. I continue to stare at Liam, begging for him to join, but he insists on refusing. And so, I give up. I have waited many years for an apology from all of the boys, including Liam. After all, he is the reason this all began. And even after all of these years, I still think of him as my brother, even though I shouldn't. I still love Liam Payne.
 

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