Years ll

"Just answer this one question. Did you even love me?" The tone of scaredness laces her question waiting for my answer.


5. Chapter 5

Louis' POV:

Hey, I'm taking you out tonight at 8.

Okay, I'll be ready. Where are we going?

You'll just have to see

Ughhhh I hate it when you do that!

Sorry love be ready by 8. 

I finish texting Melissa. I've found out that we have a lot more in common than when we first met. She's a great girl, really I feel happy with her. Which is what I wanted since Kiera isn't my girlfriend right now. 

I'm not using Melissa to fill in for Kiera its just, my plan kinds backfired. But I will take the time to get over that and with Melissa. 

Its now 5, so I have 3 hours to get a place, and probably a reservation. 

After 2 hours of calling different restruants I finally find a place, fancy and cheap. My kinda place. 

I get in the shower washing off all the sweat from today's football practice. 


Liam's POV:

"Wait, so he called dibs on her?" Karina carefully asks playing with my fingers. 

"Um ya I think so, but I had no clue about it, until now." I say flipping from channel to channel to find something interesting. 

"I'm sorry, I love hanging out with you, honestly. But can we do something?"

At first I thought she was gonna say that she didn't wanna see me anymore or something but the end of the question gave me my hope back. 

"Yea, sure um well what do you want to do?" I say this time playing with the rings on her fingers. 

She gasped and her eyes light up like the sun. 

"Oh my god! Can we pleaseeeeeeeee go ice skating or roller skating?! I've never been before." She begs putting the puppy dog look on her face. I laugh and give her a short light kiss on the lips. 

She smiles and jumps off the couch and races to the door putting her shoes on. She still has that little kid in her, which I'm absolutely in love with. 

I purposely take my time and lace up my shoes and grab the keys. I slowly walk over to door and she sprints out, obviously beating me, then runs back and grabs my hand dragging me forward. I laugh at the crease in her forehead from trying to pull me. 

"Geez Liam! You're like a sumo wrestler or something!" She yells making me laugh. We get in the car, and find a roller skating rink about 20 minutes away. 

She's more"mature" than when she was before this, and I find myself missing that part of her. 

"Size?" The lady behind the counter snaps at us. 

"10 for me, and sizeee?" I say looking at her. 

"Size 7" She says slipping her shoes off already. 

I give her a 'tell the truth about your shoe size' look.

"What? I'm not like those other girls, that say there shoe sizes are like 5 1/2 then skate in pain." She says unlacing the shoes. I already have mine on and she looks like she's having trouble since she has a really focused look on her face. 

I kneel down and tie the shoes away from her, batting her hands away. I lace them tight since this is her first time and I don't want her feet hurting from them sliding around in the skates. 

I extend my hands for her to grab and she takes them, me pulling her up and she starts falling when I catch her. 

"Its alright love, just hold onto to my hands." I say entwining our fingers together. She smiles with a light blush getting to her cheeks. 

We make it onto the floor, and she immediately starts slipping and doing the splits. I can't keep my laughter in and she gets frustrated. I shut up right away and switch our positions, making me skate backward and our hands still together. 

"Its just like walking, don't worry I'm not going to let you fall." 

I can tell by the way her body straightens she has gained a little more confidence. She pays attention to her feet, and I want it on me. Wow that sounded selfish. 

"Look up, you can be better that way." I say making it up. 

She pays attention to me and I make a swift turn making her freak out a little but she laughs it off. 

"Okay you ready? We're going to the middle of the rink." She nervously nods and tightens her grip on my hands, and I guide us to the middle. 

"Watch out!" A guy yells at us, before I know it, he knocks me down, losing Karina's hands and I feel an impact on me a few seconds later. 

The guy that "threw" me down, was now laughing at me with his friends. I quickly get up looking for Karina as the roller rink gets more crowded as the music plays. I see her basically half way across the floor and right now I wish I didn't have these stupid skates on. 

A few people get in my way again and when I see her she is getting helped up by the same guy that knocked me down. 

Her helps her by the waist and hands and instantly I feel a wave of anger surge through me. She smiles at him, but I can tell she's hurt. 

"Karina! Are you okay, I don't know what happened." 

"Yea, I'm fine, its just can we go sit down?" She says leaving the guys presence and into mine. I grip her by the elbows and basically push her off and onto a bench. 

"You're hurt I can tell." I say as finish taking off the skates. 

"I'm fine Liam, its just I don't think I'm gonna have the best memory for roller skating." She says smirking. At least she's smiling? 

"Lets go, get something to eat?" I suggest as I unlace her from these tight skates. Her ankles are a little red and I feel bad for tying them to tight. 

"Sounds like a plan." She leans up to me on her toes and plants a kiss on my cheek. 

"Thanks Liam. I'm glad I could go with you rather than that jerk who pushed you and helped me." She says smiling. So she did notice him. Good to know. 


Melissa's POV:

Its eight and I'm waiting her for Louis to come and get me. We've only been on a few dates, but they're always casual. Nothing like this, well I'm guessing. I try to find something fancy but casual but its hard to pick from the jeans to the cocktail dresses that fill up my closet. 

I end up going with a coral colored dress, and some sparkly gold shoes. Not to high and the dress isn't that tight. i end up leaving my hair natural, straight, and only parting it down the middle. I go with natural make up trying to add casualness into the outfit. 

I hear a knock at the door and I walk from the hallway to the door, beating my dad. Thankfully! 

He still is that traditional dad, wants to meet the boy, his history and curfews and all that junk. 

"Bye dad."

"No later than 1 in the morning since its so late already." 1?! 1?????! Thats basically three more hours added, but I don't fight at all. I hug him good bye and open the door seeing Louis there. 

Oh my god. Now take about good looking. Like Taylor Lautner good looking. But way better. 



"You ready?" He asks. I nod and he gives me his arm and I grab on, its probably the best, since I just bought these shoes.

"You look amazing tonight." He says once we get into the car. 

"Thanks." I say looking away trying to hide the blush that I didn't apply with a brush. 

Its a short drive and when we get there, I gasp. He smiles thinking that its a good gasp. But its not. At all. I gulp down all the nervousness and take his arm again once he opens the door. I slowly walk with him and when we get into the restraunt some of the workers notice me. 

I pull my head down, pretending to comb my hair and look through my tiny empty purse. 

"What?!" I hear Louis say loudly.

"I'm sorry, no reservations under Tomlinson." Shelby says. I still remember everyone here, they probably remember me too.

"Louis its fine, we can go somewhere else." I say trying to get out of this place. 

"No. I reserved a table and I will get one for us." He says speaking forcefully into my ear. 


Niall's POV:

I finish the song, but once again the pictures capture my attention. 

Ripped up and scattered, like I left her heart. 

I set the guitar to the side, and walk over to the pictures of us on the floor. Every single picture is indescribable, perfect. We belong together. I just have to get her to notice that again. 

I try to put them back together but the fact that I don't have any tape or glue doesn't help my desire to fix these. She can't take it anymore and runs out of the room. I want to chase after her, hug her and comfort like she did with me. But I want to be here, observing the times that I can never get back. 

I should leave knowing that she won't talk to me and I talk a marker and her guitar writing something to her and placing an object on the back with some tape I finally found. 

I don't want to tape the pictures back together because those are the memories and happy times that both of us want and not want to remember. 

Instead I place all of them on the dresser and keeping their matches close together. I walk out of the room, and slip down the stairs telling no one of my exit. 

I get in the car and drive of but my foot is slipping on the gas pedal. I pull over, frustrated at nothing, and look at my shoe. A picture of both of us, not ripped but stuck to the bottom of my shoe. Its from the wedding. Our first date. 


Kiera's POV:

"So your friend's been telling me
You've been sleeping with my sweater
And that you can't stop missing me
Bet my friend's been telling you
I'm not doing much better
'Cause I'm missing half of me

And being here without you is like I'm waking up to

Only half a blue sky
Kinda there but not quite
I'm walking around with just one shoe
I'm half a heart without you
I'm half a man at best,
With half an arrow in my chest
I miss everything we do,
I'm half a heart without you

Forget all we said that night
No, it doesn't even matter
'Cause we both got split in two
If you could spare an hour or so,
We'll go for lunch down by the river
We can really talk it through

And being here without you is like I'm waking up to

Only half a blue sky
Kinda there but not quite
I'm walking around with just one shoe
I'm half a heart without you
I'm half a man at best,
With half an arrow in my chest
'Cause I miss everything we do,
I'm half a heart without you

Half a heart without you,
I'm half a heart without you

Though I try to get you out of my head
The truth is I got lost without you
And since then I've been waking up to

Only half a blue sky
Kinda there but not quite
I'm walking around with just one shoe
I'm half a heart without you
I'm half a man at best,
With half an arrow in my chest
I miss everything we do,
I'm half a heart without you

Without you, without you, half a heart without you
Without you, without you, I'm half a heart without you"

Niall knows what this does to me. He knows that I love hearing his voice, and this is his way of getting me back. The song leaves me in tears along with the sound of his voice again. I still hate the fact that he is in my room, but when the song finishes he looks down at his jersey next to him. 

Its not wrinkled which shows that I have been taking care of it. I hate that too, why can't it be messy. Although he notices the ripped up pictures on the floor, which breaks him even more by the color of his eyes. 

He places the guitar on the bed and walks over to the pictures scattered on the floor in a large pile. He kneels down, sitting on the floor, picking up each one and finding its match. He looks at them both and tries to reconnect them, forgetting I'm here. 

Full on sobs come from me and I run out of my room, abondoning him there. I retreat to the back porch and fall onto the ground, with my hands cradeling my knees and face. 

How could something so perfect be ruined within a matter of seconds? Why? Most, of all why me? Haven't I had enough bad things happen to me already? How about a break. 

A few minutes later, I gather myself and walk back to my room finding it empty. He left. No. 

I didn't want him to leave, but at the same time I did. My room was left the same way from when I ran out, but the pictures where on my dresser and reconnected, not by tape but they were closely together. 

My guitar still in the same place, but the jersey still there. Why didn't he take it? Did he think I wanted it? I don't because I have to get over this, even though its only been a about 2-3 days. I have to get over it, face the fact that there is never going to be a me and Niall again. 

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