Complicated

Chapter | 14 |

Zayn's Pov

"You think he loves her, I think he needs someone to bang." Niall said taking a chug from his beer and leaning against the pool table.

I leaned over the table and hit the ball, watching it collide with the other ones and scatter into the awaiting holes. "He's never missed pool night for a girl before, he must be going hard at this one." I replied moving to take another shot.

"Yeah, and what about Harry, leaving early. What do you think that was all about?" Niall asked, turning and moving a few steps back so that I could take my shot.

"I don't know man, all I know is that he and Liam have been different lately."

"You think they're going after the same girl?"

"Maybe." I said making my shot.

Niall rose a brow. "Well then, maybe I should try with this girl too."

"You do that, and you're up."

Liam's Pov

I watched as she rose from the bed, picking her panties off of the ground and slipping into them. She got dressed slowly, so that I could see every curve of her body and simply admire it. As sweet as she looked, she was a sin in bed. I knew a lot of tricks, but she'd introduced a few new ones to me and that's saying a lot.

"Here." She said leaning over the bed once she was fully dressed and placing a beer in my hand. It was sort of a constant thing here at Kevin's, I don't know why or when it started. But for some reason, after having sex the girls always handed you a beer afterwards. It was a nice thing, but I didn't really understand it. After a while though I learned not to question it.

Nelly left the room, and I took a sip of my beer, looking around the small room. This used to be my old bedroom when I lived here. I'd taken all my posters and anfew other things, so the room was mostly bare now. The only things I could see was my old bed, my two dressers, a pair of messed up shoes, and a few boxes containing things I didn't want to take with me.

From what I could see, Kevin hadn't touched my room much. There were a few changed, like a beanbag chair I'd never seen before and a refrigerator in the corner. But other than those two things, everything was exactly how I'd left it. It's crazy, I'd only been here a few hours and I already wanted to stay forever. But I also remembered that that was the reason why I left in the first place.

I didn't want to be trapped here with Kevin for the rest of my life. I wanted to travel and do something with my life, it didn't matter how small what I wanted to downs. I just wanted to get out and live. But, when you're here at Kevin's, something about It made you want to stay and never leave. It explained why all these drunks were constantly here, Kevin made you feel like family. It didn't matter how disgusting this dude was, something about him pulled you in and locked you tight.

If I hadn't left when I did, I'd probably still be here in this room by the time I was fifty.

I pushed off the bed and got up, placing the empty beer can on the bedside table. It's time to leave, I told myself and pulled on my clothes. When I was dressed, I walked out of the room and quickly made my way to the door. If Kevin saw me, I knew he would try to make me spend the night and knowing him that would end up in my spending the week. Kevin doesn't take kindly to 'family' leaving and would stop at nothing to keep you here.

"Liam, where're you going bro. The party is just about to start." Kevin's voice sounded behind me.

Turning, I looked at him. His hair was tousled and his breath smelled horrible. He'd been smoking and on top of that drinking various different types of drinks. He probably even slept with a few girls too, I wouldn't be surprised if he did. "I have something to do, one of my friends is in the hospital."

"I'm sure they'd understand if you visited tomorrow, I don't even think visiting hours is open." He walked over to me and wrapped an arm around my shoulders. "Come on, one more drink."

"One means thirty to you."

He laughed, "Why're you in such a rush to leave us. You're family, have you forgotten what we've done for you?"

"Of course I haven't..."

"Good, because we didn't have to save you now did we?" He asked.

"No."

"Come on, let's get you that drink." He smiled and patted my back, pushing me towards the kitchen.

What've I gotten myself into.

Kadence's Pov

I didn't want to open my eyes, the light made my head hurt. I knew I was in the hospital, I could smell the scent of medicine and hear the coughing of the sick. As the antibiotic they gave me began to slip away, I began to feel again. Someone was sitting next to me and they were holding my hand. Who was it, my brain asked me. Well, if you didn't know, then I didn't know, I replied to myself.

The persons hand was soft but at the same time rough, but to big to be a woman's hand. Was it Liam, did he feel bad about what happened and decided to come and sit with me. I'd be glad that he came, because even though he scared me and even though he hurt me for some reason I didn't blame him. I should blame him, I should be yelling and screaming at the police to arrest him or something, but I don't want too. I don't want to see him behind bars. Was it even his fault this happened?

"Visiting hours are almost over." A woman's voice said.

I felt the boys hand tighten around mine slightly, it was a tightness that wasn't meant to hurt but to reassure. "Alright, I'll be out in a minute." The boy said, instantly I knew who it was. Harry.

I was both disappointed and relieved that Harry was the one who was holding my hand. I was disappointed because, I wanted it to be Liam here holding my hand. I can't explain why I want him to be, but I know that I do. But I was relieved because Harry was the sweetest guy I know. Even with his tough outer appearance, he was a total sweetheart and seemed to really care about me. Unlike Liam, he's never hurt me.

This is the second time I ended up in the hospital, and each time I was with Liam. Have the people at the hospital realized that, or did Liam flee the scene before they could've even shown up, I know the first time was my fault, but still.

"Harry..." I mumbled as soon as I felt his hand slip out of mine, I didn't want him to leave yet.

"You're awake?" He said. "How long have you been awake?"

"For a while."

"Are you planning on opening your eyes, or are they going to be closed this whole conversation." He asked.

"No, the light hurts my head."

"Ah, the doctor did say something about that. I think he said you'll be able to deal with the light tomorrow."

I smiled. "Are you coming back tomorrow?"

"Of course, where else would I be?"

"Don't get ugly before I see you tomorrow." I teased.

He chuckled and took my hand again, squeezing it lightly. "I'll try. But, I gotta go, that nurse is giving me the evil eyes."

"Bye.." I said.

I felt his lips press against my forehead, leaving a small kiss. My stomach fluttered at the sudden intimate move. "See you tomorrow." He whispered.

His footsteps echoed as he left and I listened to them, dreading the sound of the door closing. When the noise finally reached me, all I wanted was him to come back.

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Nelly ------->