A Loss For Words

Peyton Skies has been deaf since birth. She only communicates through sign language or writing. So when the new student, Niall Horan, tries to talk to her, she can't exactly hear him.


12. 12

         {Liam's POV}

              He's avoiding me. Harry won't even look at me. Whenever I try to talk to him, he walks away. Zayn's trying to help by trying to get my mind off of Harry by constantly taking me to the mall or just being around me in general. It helps sometimes, but I can't seem to get my mind off of Harry anymore. His piercing green eyes are staring at me with hurt every time I close my eyes.

         It hurts me that he's avoiding me like this. Part of me just wants to go up to him and tell him off for avoiding me over something so stupid. But it's not stupid. It's not stupid for him to be avoiding me over this because I brought this on myself. Another part of me just wants to kiss him and hold his taller frame into my chest. This really sucks. I can see the pain laced with confusion in his eyes, and it hurts me to look into them. I catch Harry sometimes looking at me, but when I meet his gaze, he looks away.

       Peyton's not helping either. She really know what's going on because we 'don't  tell her anything,' which is pretty much true. I know she hates it when I keep stuff from her, she's told me this before, but I can't bring myself to actually tell her what's happening between me and Harry. I don't know why I can't tell her. Maybe the thought of voicing it out loud just makes it seem more real, like it's not just some sick dream.

     I know that this isn't a dream, that this is actually happening right now, but I can't help but pretend that it is. Harry and I have never had a misunderstanding like this before, and I don't want to believe that I'm losing my best friend. And that's basically happening, I'm losing my best friend.


     "Hey Li." Niall says to me as I sit down next to Peyton at the lunch table. I look over at her and see her looking down at the table, just the table, not her sketchpad or anything else. I look at Niall confused.

      "Hey Ni. Do you know why Peyton looks all depressed?"

     Niall shakes his head no. "I don't know. She won't look up."

      I look over at Peyton touching her arm. Her blue orbs peek out of the corner of her eyes but she doesn't bring her head up. Her blonde hair covers her left eye. Peyton can't stand hair in her eyes so she always makes sure it's out of her face. Something is wrong.

    I make sure she's looking at me before I sign to her, 'What's wrong?'

    She shakes her head, looking on the verge of tears. I hear somebody sit down and I look up to see Zayn and Harry sitting down on either side of Niall. Harry looks up. probably sensing eyes on him, and looks to me, dropping his gaze when his eyes meet mine.

    Harry turns to Niall, asking, "What's wrong with Peyton?"

    Niall shrugs, "I don't know. I got here first and Peyton walked in with her head down and just won't look up."

    "Maybe it's because of that." Zayn says, sounding horrified. We all look at him, seeing him pointing to Peyton's face. Zayn moves Peyton's hair out of her face, startling her. We all look at her face, gasping. On Peyton's left eye, a big, purple and black bruise takes up her whole eye.


    A/N So, really short update. I apologize guys, I've been MIA for a while and I know. Please do me a huge favor and go check out my new Ziam story Deranged! It would mean so much to me! Let me know what you think about it! Like, comment, favorite.

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