When I woke up, I was alone in bed.
I'm pretty sure Harry slept with my tonight... or was it all a dream?
But when I turned around and buried my face in the bed, I knew. He had been sleeping with me; his lovely, manly scent was lingering on the sheets.
I slowly got up and stared at my reflection in the huge mirror, hanging on the wall.
Not really what I had expected; I looked quite good.
Except for the bags under my eyes.
And the huge scars on my shoulder, arm and collarbone.
And the scratches all over the rest of my body, probably caused by sharp twigs, plants and rocks.
And all the bruises from - from what actually?
Okay, let's face it. I looked awful.
I sighed and turned a bit, staring at my belly. I remembered standing in front of the mirror three years ago in exact the same position. Staring at where I knew my child was growing. Sixteen years old.
Too young for such a huge change in my life.
I felt ashamed that I had lied to Harry about my ex, telling him he hadn't supported me.
Yeah, right. Like he even knew about the child...
I shrugged off the thoughts and put on the comfortable clothes Diane had bought for me the day before. Just a sweatpants and a t-shirt; but I loved it.
I quickly combed my hair with my fingers and walked out of the room, wondering where all the others were.
Just in case you were wondering; we had deliberately chosen for separate rooms, so we could have some time for ourselves and take some rest. But I had to admit I already missed the others a bit, especially one curly headed guy...
I put my hands in my pockets and strolled down the hallway when I suddenly noticed a lot of talking behind one of the doors.
There was no doubt the people I was looking for were in that room. I could immediately hear Niall's laugh and Louis' voice.
I opened the door and they were quiet for a second.
'Do I look that bad?' I asked a little insecure.
'No, darling, not at all. Come here, we've got something.' Louis said, extending his arm.
I came closer and he wrapped it around my shoulder, pointing at the phone on the table.
'Our parents aren't informed yet.' He said.
My eyes grew wide. Totally forgot about that. 'S-so we have to call them ourselves?' I asked.
Louis nodded. 'You nervous?'
'Yeah... I'm not sure how I will react if I hear my mother freaking out.'
'I can go first.' Liam said.
I nodded. 'Sure.' I caught Harry's stare and I smiled at him. He smiled back and his dimples popped.
Gotta love that sight.
Anyway; back to Liam. He grabbed the phone, thought for a moment and dialed the number of his parents.
A few seconds later, we saw Liam's expression go from nervous, to happy.
'H-hey mum, it's eh, it's Liam.'
He pressed on speaker and we all listened to the silence on the other side of the line.
'Is this a joke?' We heard a women's soft, shaky voice.
'No, mum. It's really me.' Liam said. I could hear his voice shaking as well.
'For God's sake! Oh, Liam! It's you. You're alive! Where in earth's name are you?!'
Liam chuckled a little. 'Cooktown, Australia. We'll be going home tonight. I'll be home tomorrow evening mum.' He covered his eyes with his hand and Niall patted him on the back.
'Yes, yes, you'll be home and I'll make a lovely dinner for you. Your favorite, okay?'
'Yes, mum. I'd love that. Is dad home?'
'No, sweetie. Dad is at work. Oh, god. I still can't believe it, Liam... I thought you were...'
We heard her soft sobs on the background and Liam couldn't hold in the tears anymore.
'Well, we've got more parents to call, mum. I have to say goodbye now. But I'll call you tonight to tell you the flight number so you can follow the flight, okay?'
'Can't you stay on the phone a little longer?' She asked softly.
'No, mum. I'm sorry. I'll see you tomorrow evening. I miss you and I love you.'
'Oh, Liam... Bye then.' His mother said.
Before things could go more difficult, he hung up the phone and put it down on the table.
'Well... that wasn't easy.' Liam sighed.
'I want to go next. Just to get over with it.' I spoke, grabbing the phone.
But wasn't planning on crying in front of everybody, so I walked out of the room, closed the door and slid down the wall.
I dialed the number and waited. My heart was racing in my chest. What if they weren't home?
Would they be shocked? Probably.
When I heard my mother's voice, I started sobbing. 'Mum! It's me!' I said.
'Yes, mum, I'm safe. I'm alive.' I breathed out.