Five Lovestories

Now it was just the wait. Nicola had called a cab, and the guards were at the back. So it was just the wait for the cab that was taking time now. If the guys in the back were getting bored, or somehow found out that the textmessage we sent was fake, things could go from the happy ending we were finally seeing, to our worst nightmares. And even worse, we would with our own eyes witness as Liams sister got killed. No, the thoughts in my head was just getting worse and worse. I needed some air. We were just gonna keep waiting anyways.

"Where are you going?" Harry asked.

"I just.. I can't be here.." I mumbled and ran out.

On my way down, sudden, strong emotions hit me. I don't know if it was because I was escaping from a room where me and the boys I loved, were gathered together to watch a real horror movie, or if it was just the whole hexagon-thing. It might have been because of all the tramatic events lately. Mark pushing me against the wall, Harry punching Mark, Bim having her heart broken, the confusion around everything, the fights. I suddenly stopped. Listen to myself, I thought. I've been here for about two weeks, and I'm already talking about fights, heartbreaks and murder like it's a part of my day. I didn't even know the person I'd become. I started running, not only down the halls, but away from all my problems too. Small moments flashed in front of me, Harry kissing me, Marks cold eyes, Bims pink hair in front of the sunrise. It was all just a huge mess. I couldn't think clear. What was happening? I kept running, just running as far as I could.
It's all my fault, I thought. The wind that was hitting me made my eyes get teary, but after my guilty thought, they came naturally. Sure, Harry was responsible for a part of this too, but I was blaming myself more. How would Liam forgive me? Even if his sister did survive, I knew that he would never look at me the same way like before. He must hate me. I never meant for this to happen. I was getting closer to the exit. I was gasping through the building with tears streaming down on my cheeks.
As I was running down the stairs with even more worse thoughts than before, I bumped into Tim. He mumbled something like "sorry", but when he saw that it was me, he grabbed my arm in an attempt to stop me from keep running.

"Are you okay?" He asked with a chuckle.

Well, he wouldn't exactly win a prize for being sympathetic, but deep down I knew he only tried to be nice. But it didn't matter, I wasn't feeling like myself right now, I was vulnerable and felt lonely. So a half-try to be good to me right now wasn't my highest desire. I just needed to breathe, alone.

"Get away from me.." I said and pulled out my hand from his grip.

"I'll just.. I'll see you at the party tomorrow!" He shouted after me.

Finally, I spotted the doors out. I didn't care how many people that were in my way, I penetrated my way through the crowd and tumbled out the doors. Once I was outside, I could finally breathe. I leaned against the sunwarm brick-wall and slided down to the ground. The fall-air was fanning me, and drying my tears. But all over again, the guilt hit me like a stone in my stomach.
God, I missed everything, my old life. My family, Sarah, my house. Sarah was the only one who really knew me, the real me. She always knew how to calm me down.

Kathleen: Sarah, I miss you so much. Things here at college are just too difficult for me to handle.. Are you coming for Halloween?

Every year, my mom threw a big Halloween-party for the family, and it had become a tradition. I was really looking forward to that. Sarah always came for that party.

Sarah: What do you mean, "difficult to handle"? I miss you too, but no, we can't see each other on Halloween. I'll be in France by then.

I furrowed my eyebrows. Sarah was going to France, and she hadn't told me? A sudden fear spread in my body. We're drifting apart. Now I suddenly had another reason to cry.

Kathleen: Oh, that's great! Why?

Sarah was never the person who was late with a respond.

Sarah: I published my script, and someone from France saw it and called me! Isn't that great?

There was another thing I had no idea about. Things were just going downhill from here, I thought and cried so hard that I was shaking. I may had killed Nicola, I had broken several hearts, I had been in a lot of fights, my only girlfriend here hated me, and now Sarah was about to have her long-awaited writer-career, and I didn't even know about it, until now. I had never felt this broken before.

"Kath!"

The voice came from the door, and I immediately knew who it was. It was Liam.

"Kath!" He screamed again.

I looked up at him, and I saw his face, and I just instantly knew. He wasn't coming with good news.

"I'm so sorry, Liam.. I don't know what to say.." I bawled.

He helped me up on my feet, under silence. I could see that he had been crying, considering his red eyes and nose. I imagined him to scream at me, or say something hurtful, at least tell me that we lost. But he just kept staring at me. And suddenly, his downward mouth cracked up in a relieved laugh. A glimpse of hope danced in his eyes, and they were shinging from his tears.

"She did it."

My whole world opened up by Liams beaming smile.

"She did?" I whispered.

"She did." He said and pulled me in for a long, hard hug.

I breathed out. My legs were shaking from happiness. Every heaviness lifted from my body, and I felt lighter than ever.

"How?" I asked.

"Well, at first we thought we were screwed. The guards came up to the front again, to light up some cigarettes. By then, Nicci had already called the cab, and it could've come any second. But then, they got yelled on by Stefan, and they went to the back again. That's when the cab came, and Nicci ran out for her life. She then called us and told us that she was on her way to the airport. She's taking the first flight to Los Angeles." He smiled.

I cheered, and hugged him again.

"I'm so sorry, Liam, I really am.."

"It's okay, I'm not mad at anyone, not even Harry."

I loved Liam, I loved him so much. His ability to forgive made him to an even better man, even though it really wasn't possible.

"We should celebrate this!" I said jubilantly.

"Yeah, you're right! You, know what, I'm taking you guys out on a dinner tonight, all on me!" He smiled.

I shook my head in happiness, and hugged him all over again.

It was on that dinner, when it happened. That chilly Friday-night, when everything seemed to be okay, it happened. We had almost forgotten the days long events, when it happened. We were just happy, relieved kids, who was enjoying each others company, when it happened. We finally thought it was over, when it happened.

"So after that, it stuck!" Zayn chuckled.

"Okay, so let me try it.." I said and cleared my throat. "Vas happenin'!"

Zayn laughed his ass off.

"Yeah, exactly. You're a natural."

I glanced over at Harry, to see if he was enjoying, and if he was okay with me, talking to the other boys. Surprisingly, he was talking to Louis, with a small smirk.
I was just in a conversation with Niall and Liam, when we all heard a signal. Liam excused himself and picked up his phone.

"It's probably my mom. She's welcoming Nicci with a welcome-dinner, and she wanted my opinion.." He laughed. "I said that she should cook pasta and.."

His smile went dead when he locked up his phone.

"Oh no, she burned the food?" Louis joked.

But Liam didn't answer.

"Liam..?" I said.

He looked up at me, still emotionless, and stood up.

"That was.. it was Mark."

What?! My heart started pounding in my chest.

"Wait, what?" Niall asked and stood up too.

"He's outside.."

We all stared at each other.

"He wants to talk."

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