Lost *Liam Payne*

When she was here, every day was full of light and happiness. Her smile would light up the darkest of days, blue eyes sparkling bright, hair as yellow as the sun. There was never a point in time when I was unhappy when she was around.

Until now.

Now, the skies are grey, dark and depressed. All happiness has disappeared...along with her. She's gone. She left. She never came back.
She's lost. But I'm determined to find her.


24. Chapter 24

Louis' POV
"Are you sure you don't want to come with us...with me?" I ask Em for the millionth time, hoping that she has changed her mind about staying here in Kansas. But, of course, she has to be her stubborn self, much like myself, and refuse my offer once again.

"Lou, you know why I have to stay here...I explained this to you. Now that my mama is gone, along with Todd, I just need to get used to the idea of being alone now..." She explains, her country accent strong, dimples appearing in her cheeks as she speaks. 

"Maybe...maybe one day, you and me, we can be a thing. But I just can't deal with something like that right now. I'm still trying to process everything that has happened..." Emalee whispers, a stray tear falling down her round cheek. I reach my hand up, wiping it away with a flick of my finger, sadness washing over me. Why does this have to be so hard?

My heart breaks more and more with every word she speaks. 

"Go home to Eleanor...love her like you would love me..." She says, her blue eyes locking with mine. I watch as they glance from my eyes to my parted lips. Hesitantly, she stands on her tiptoes and kisses me softly on the lips. 

I respond almost instantly, allowing her entrance into my mouth. Our tongues dance with one another, smiles appearing on the two of our faces. Wrapping my arms around her lower back, I hold her to me, deepening the kiss slightly, our lips moving in perfect harmony. All too soon, as if she returned to reality, Emalee pulls away.

"Bye, Louis...don't forget about me..." She mumbles, walking out of my arms and away from me. I don't stop her, knowing that there is nothing I can do to make her come with me. She needs time. She needs to learn to be alone before she can be with me.

I watch her walk away, the police and ambulance pulling out of the driveway. She turns back to me, her face covered with wet tears, her blue eyes sparkling bright. Em moves her lips, mouthing the words 'I Love You' to me. 

I smile slightly, tears falling from my eyes as well, mouthing the words 'I Love You Too" back to her. The corners of her lips lift slightly, a happy giggle erupting from her chest as she nods towards me, then the other boys. 

They all wave goodbye to Emalee, her small hand waving back to them. Her fiery blue eyes lock with mine one last time, the yearning for me to hold her and take her with me growing to an almost unbearable rate. Ever so slowly, she steps backward into the house, pushing the door closed behind her.  

Tears wash down my face as I bend down, picking up both mine and Liam's bags, Harry grabbing Niall's duffle along with his. Zayn grasps onto the bus tickets, the three of us beginning to walk down the long dirt road towards the bus stop, never looking back.

Emalee's POV
I shut the door, placing my back up against it. It is only a few seconds before I'm sliding down to the floor, sobs filling my body, tears streaming down my tanned face like miniature waterfalls.

It's taking every bit of my self control not to go running out there, yelling for Louis to take me with him because I love him and can't imagine my life without him. But I know that's not the smart thing to do...he has Eleanor back home, waiting for him. 

I told him not to forget me, but I can almost guarantee he will. That's what I want. My life is to messed up, too shattered for him. He deserves more than I could ever even dream of giving him. 

Eleanor can give him those things. She can make him the happiest man alive, while my broken self will only hold him back from what his life could turn out to be.

I'll be ok...I hope. Life without Louis, it's going to be hell. But it's what I have to do. For him...and for myself.

I curl up into the fetal position, hugging my knees to my chest as I lay on the floor bawling. The only sound that emanates through my now empty home is the sound of my tears and the shattering of my broken heart.

This is all I have to look forward to in life now. Empty, black, isolation.

Niall's POV
"Hey Li! Ready to go, bud?" I ask Liam, chuckling slightly as he grimaces at his reflection in the bathroom mirror of his hospital room. It's been quite a while since he's shaved, the last time being when we left England actually.

I had a couple of small bags packed, some medications and extra bandages for his arms. The doctors warned me to keep an eye on Liam. They told me to make sure he isn't alone for too long, to have someone with him as much as possible.

Apparently, they believe that this might not be the last time something like this happens. They worry for him when it comes to his mind 'stability'. They threatened that the next time this happens, he will more than likely be admitted into an psychopathic ward, to 'help him with his problematic actions'.

I don't believe a word they say. Liam looks great! He seems happier than he had been in a long time. There's this new glow of determination in his eyes that I haven't seen in him before

My phone buzzing in my pocket pulls me out of my thoughts as Liam combs through his brown hair. I bring it up to my ear quickly, not even bothering to check the name on my phone screen.

"Hey there beautiful!" I exclaim, thinking that Wendy's sweet voice will fill my ears with a little giggle and a 'Hi baby!'. I was not expecting the voice that replied back to me.

"Ni Ni...?" A light, Irish accented voice whispers somewhat awkwardly to me. I about dropped my phone, my jaw falling to the floor instead, an unnatural sounding squeak leaving my throat. Liam turns to me, giving me a questioning look before continuing to brush his teeth.

"Wh-I- uh..." I fumble over my words, not sure how to respond, my heart rate increasing, for I know exactly who the person on the other end is.

"Ni...Im want to go home..." She whispers, my body beginning to hyperventilate, her words shocking me just as much as her voice had.

It's Harmonie. She wants to come home. My baby sister is finally ready to come home.

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