Secrets

Thirteen

I made a point of trying to act normal. I went to school, I somehow managed to ignore Harry during fourth hour and in the halls, I kept away from sharp shit, and I tried not to think about Liam, the other world, whatever.

But today was Saturday. So there was no school, no Harry for me to avoid. I woke up around ten and pulled myself from bed, srill feeling exhausted. It was hard to be optimistic when it felt like nothing was going your way.

I walked to the living room and sat in the couch, rubbing my eyes. My hand was mostly healed from the incident, so I didn't have to have it bandaged anymore.

After about thirty minutes of watching t.v., my mom came downstairs. "Good morning," she chirped.

"Morning," I replied. "Why are you all dressed up?" I asked, noticing how she wasn't just in sweats and a t-shirt like she usually was on weekends.

"Oh, I'm... going to meet Liam," she said slowly. I sat up, trying not to react too much. "Do you want to come?"

"Is this gonna be a one time thing?" I asked.

"I'm not sure," she answered. "It depends on how he feels, how you feel if you go, and just how the overall situation plays out."

"I don't want to if it's only going to be one time," I said honestly.

She took a deep breath and let it out. "You'll never know unless you go."

I chewed on my lip and stood up. "I'll go get ready," I said quietly. I walked to my room and leaned against the closed door.

What if he wasn't the same Liam? What if he hates me just because she kept me and not him?

I changed into jeans and a t-shirt since it was getting too hot for hoodies. I hated my arms, but I was going to have to get used to it, I guessed.

Before I left my room, I hesitated. I already had the door knob in my grip, and I saw my arm layered with scars. I let go and pulled off the shirt, changing into a long sleeve.

I didn't want him to think I was a freak.

I went back to the living room and paused in the entry way. My mom was on the phone, and she smiled when she saw me. "Yeah, he's ready now. We'll be there soon."

I relaxed, chewing on my lip. After a few more minutes, we were in the car. I was sitting in the passenger seat while she drove. Niall stayed home. I don't even think he knew about this.

"Don't bring up anything from the coma, alright?" Mom asked. I nodded, already planning on keeping that locked away. "Relax, okay?"

I nodded again, letting out a long breath. She pulled up to a park and I saw him right away, sitting with a woman and a man, talking to them. We got out and I waited by the car until my mom walked to the side I was on.

Liam looked up and I stopped a few feet away from him. My mom walked straight up to them and started introducing herself and me while Liam stood up and walked over to me.

We stared at each other for a few seconds before he broke the silence. "You look exactly like I thought."

It made me smile. "Yeah, you do too, actually."

He looked back at the adults before looking back at me. Without a word we started walking a few more feet away before stopping again. "This is going to sound insane," he started off.

"Aparently my whole life has been insane. Lay it on me."

"Okay, well, I have this weird condition where I sleep longer than average. Like some times I'll sleep for like fourty hours straight. It's weird. But when that does happen, I like have these dreams where we were never separated and stuff like that." He was looking down most of the time while he spoke, then he looked up to me. "Does that make sense?"

I nodded my head. "Actually, I got into a car accident about a little over a year ago, and I was in a coma for just about a year. We weren't separated and we had these abilities-"

"Yeah, you had telekinesis and I could like read thoughts," Liam added on.

We stared at each other. "How did we come up with the exact same thing?" I asked.

Liam and I ended up talking for hours, both of us trying to come up with some explanation, but there wasn't a way this should have been possible. Before either of us left, we traded numbers even though his parents told him not to. Once we were done with that, he had to leave. He hugged me tightly and we both promised to meet up again.

I walked over to my mom slowly, chewing on my lip. She had a guarded look on her face, then she looked down quickly. I frowned. "What's wrong?"

"Get in the car," she instructed. I stayed still, waiting for a real answer. "Louis, I'm serious."

"What's going on?" I asked.

"Get in the car, Louis." There was a dangerous look in her eyes, but I still didn't listen to her. "I swear to God, I'll make you walk home."

"I'll call Niall," I threatened back.

"He's your brother, not your father," she argued. "Niall won't get you out of every situation you get yourself into!"

I shook my head and took a step back. Then I took another one before turning around and starting to walk away.

"Louis, I swear-"

"I'll fucking walk!" I yelled without turning around. I wasn't even walking in the direction of our house, but it didn't matter. She did this before. The whole keeping me on the dark thing. Only telling me what she thought I needed to know. And it ended badly. I'm not sticking around for a part two.

I couldn't have been too far, maybe a few blocks when I heard a car horn honk. I sighed and turned to face the vehicle, shocked to see Harry instead of my mom.

"Can we talk? Please?" He begged, staring at me from the drivers seat. I got in the car, and he drove away.