Vivian's POV


The flight to London felt longer than the flight to Canada. I'm thankful for that, though. I don't know how to dress for the funeral. I wish I could disguise myself, but my mother is telling me not to be childish and to face my problems. How can I face them knowing that it'll all blow up in my face? I sigh as the cab pulls up to our house in London. I've missed this place a lot. Not only my home, but London too.


"I'll get your bags," my father mutters after paying the driver.


"I'm not going to die if I carry something," I roll my eyes at him.


"You can't carry something heavy if you're pregnant, Vivian," my mother sternly tells me.


I open my mouth to say something, but close it as she raises her eyebrows.

"Fine," I mutter.


My mother opens the door for me and helps me climb out of the cab. Thankfully it's not as hard as the other times. Being all big and swollen sucks. My father walks first, with my bags and half of his and my mother's. My mother unlocks the door with the rest of their bags in her one hand and they both wait for me to walk in first. The day the doctor told me that I was pregnant, I left without coming back home. Which means that everything's still the way they were when I left.

"You should get to bed, we have to be up in a few hours," my mother warmly smiles with her hand on my lower back.


I wave lightly at my parents before I slowly make my way to my room. Each step is harder to climb than the previous one.

"Damn you for making mommy so fat, kiddo," I chuckle as I rub my belly.


I thank the Lord as I reach the top of the staircase. Walking to my room with my hands on my tummy, I inhale a deep breath. Tomorrow I'll have to face them. Or shall I say in a few hours, seeing that it's already 1AM? I enter my room and slowly look around. My bed is still unmade, there's still clothes laying around. Something light hits my window, drawing my attention. I walk to the window as rain drops hit it continuously. I've missed the rain in London. I hear my parents enter their bedroom as they call goodnight to me. I won't be able to sleep now. I've slept the entire flight here, and I just don't feel tired. As I look back at the window, I smile.

I'm going for a walk.


I grab a coat from my dresser and hug it around my body. I softly make my way downstairs and grab an umbrella before I exit. The wind is cold and my coat can barely cover my enormous bump. I open the umbrella as fast as I can and hold it over my head. I can't risk getting sick now. I look at the street our house is in, choosing whether I should go left or right. I go with right, and smile as a small raindrop lands on my nose. I pass a few houses that's unknown to me, then a park comes in eye view. As I reach the park, my smile drops. Images of Louis and I joking around in the park fills my mind. It all gets too much as I remember that I am now in the same city as him and Liam. The stubborn tears fall and I allow them. I drop the umbrella and allow the rain to mix with my tears. An urgency to see Louis fills me, making my body shake. Without giving it a second thought, I run. I run all the way to his house. After three blocks, I reach the big white house. The lights are on and I see movement of a few people through a window.


I can do this.

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Liam's POV


I can't seem to fall asleep. I've been laying here for hours, trying to sleep. I know that I'll be tired when the time for the funeral comes, but I simply can't sleep. I sigh as I sit up in the bed. Zayn made me come to Louis' house tonight because Louis needs support. All of the lads, along with Perrie and Demi came too. I drag my body out of the bed and walk to the kitchen where I hear communication. Louis is sitting with a fond smile, drinking a glass of milk. Perrie and Demi are whispering about something and the other lads are talking to Louis. I can hear rain falling, and it makes me want to go for a walk. But I know that the lads won't allow me.

"Mate, come join us," Zayn holds up a beer.

"Shouldn't you guys be sleeping?" I lift an eyebrow.


"Same goes to you," Niall salutes me.

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Louis' POV


"I'm going for a smoke," I clear my throat.


Ever since Vivian left, I started smoking. It doesn't help with anything at all, it's just a habit. And I only want to smoke right now because I want to get away from Liam. I stand to my feet and walk to the door as I reach for my smokes and lighter in my pocket. I light the cigarette before I walk outside. I thank the heavens that we have a small roof over the outside of our stoop, because it's raining cats and dogs. My eyes gaze the empty street as I inhale smoke into my lungs, when my eyes land on someone standing outside of the gates.

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Liam's POV





I ignore the laughter of the girls and lads as my eyes roam the kitchen. They land on the window and I stand up to look at the rain. I slightly open the window then hold my hand out. Small drops land on my hand. The last time I stood in the rain was when I kissed Vivian. The thought makes me shake my head. She's probably gone for good now. I look into the empty street, but my eyes fall on someone walking towards the house.

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Vivian's POV

"Louis!" I drag the name out as I see him standing on the stoop, smoking.


"Vi-Vivian?" He shouts back, confused.


I open the gates and walk into the yard, but I still stand in the rain. In front of me are the steps to his house, but I don't take them. I somehow enjoy the rain falling on me. My hands leave my coat to cover my eyes so I can see Louis more clearly. I'm glad that it's raining; I don't want him to see me crying. My coat pops open, revealing my stomach. Louis rushes to me as he throws his cigarette into the garden.

"Vivian?" He whispers in front of me.

I nod my head slowly, but his eyes are stuck on my stomach.


"Vivian?" Liam's voice shouts. I snap my head up, to see him standing behind Louis with the rest of their band behind them.

Notes

Chapter two is up :)


So if you're a reader of this series since I started Leave Your Lover, you'll know that I don't like having less votes than subscribers. So I'm going to start doing what I did when I started Leave Your Lover. If I don't get more votes after this update, I refuse to update again. If you subscribed it means that you like this story, so at least vote. If my subscribers voted and the numbers add up, I'll update again. If not, don't even bother asking for another update.

Anyway, goodmorning / goodnight my Louvers! much love, Telichia xx