Save My Love

I assumed that everything would go back to normal, at least for me. I knew for a fact that until Niall decided to start explaining things to me, it would be best for me not to be distracted by him. Apparently, though, I was the only one that thought so.

I was walking to lunch the Monday following. I hadn't thought much about the incident that happened just days before, trying my best to forget about it. My train of thought broke when I gasped at the hand grabbing my wrist.

"Come here," Sammi mumbled, dragging me into the bathroom nearby.

"What's wrong?" I asked after the door shut behind us. When I got a good look at her, her eyes were a bit red and she looked tired.

"It's Liam. I'm worried," she admitted, sniffling a bit.

"Why? Did something happen?"

"Well, no, but after he took me home from lunch yesterday he didn't say anything. And he hasn't been responding to any of my messages. I know he's probably not in trouble but I'm still scared. What if something happens? How will I know?"

"He's probably just trying to keep you safe. Niall is avoiding me too, so I'm avoiding him. When they're ready, they'll let us know."

"Well... what do you think? About this whole superhero thing?" she wondered aloud.

I froze for a second, wondering how to reply. I didn't question it anymore, so I guessed Sammi only found out recently.

"Well I don't think they're lying, if that's what you mean."

"Doesn't this all seem a little weird to you though? Like where's the proof? It made sense that they were secretive before, but now we know their secret. Why are they still hiding so much?"

"We're probably not supposed to know in the first place."

"But still, they can at least clear things up for us. What makes you a superhero? Do you have powers? Obviously Harry does. What if their just magicians that like to lead girls on?" she suggested. I almost laughed.

"Well, if I'm not mistaken, Niall's power is strength," I muttered.

"What makes you say that?"

"He put his arm around my waist and bruised me with his fingers."

"What?? Oh my gosh are you okay?" she shook herself out of her former state of sadness into a sudden alertness.

"Yeah, no I'm fine. He was angry at Harry and didn't know he was gripping me that hard. It was my fault anyway. Harry was right. I should've trusted Niall instead of confiding in the shady guy," I laughed at myself.

"It's not your fault, Pippa. How were you supposed to know he's a supposed 'supervillian' when no one tells you otherwise?"

"Niall never liked him. He dropped warning hints. I just thought he was jealous."

"You know, I've been seeing a side of Liam recently I didn't see when we first started dating. He's very quick to be irritated, and he always changes the subject when I ask about his personal life. Of course now, I know why, but I don't know why he put on a show for the first couple months. What if the guy I'm dating is actually a prideful jerk that really is using me?" she sounded heartbroken.

"Has he ever pushed you to do anything?"

"Not bluntly. But he's needy sometimes."

"Have you two done anything?"

"Almost," she whispered.

"Sammi, don't let him do that. Just say no to him. He isn't the only one who has power, you know. You can tell him to stop."

"It all just goes by so fast-"

"I know, I know."

"No, it's different with him. I know I've only had a couple other boyfriends, but it's not the same with Liam. Everything is literally a blur. One second I'm questioning something, and the next minute it's already done with. I have no time to even stop myself. Or him, for that matter."

I started to think, dissecting everything she said. She was my best friend, and I wanted to give her answers. It was so hard to give logical explanations for people who had become so shady in a matter of words.

"I just don't know what to think," Sammi blurted, voice unstable. I looked up to see an already tear-stained face that had confusion written all over it. I pulled her into a hug, patting her back. She started to whimper into my shoulder, and I could tell right then that she had been stressed a lot longer than just a few days.

We must've been there all lunch, because I heard faint voices coming from outside the door.

"I have to get to class," she stated, pulling away from me. She took a quick look in the mirror, wiping her eyes and fixing her hair.

"Thanks," she smiled weakly, opening the door and letting it fall shut behind her.

For a sensitive girl, she sure was strong.

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