Sulit

(adj.) something that is worth it

Lillian's P.O.V

AT THE APARTMENT

I made my way into the apartment, slamming the door shut quickly behind me. My nerves buzzed.

Deep breaths did little to calm my racing mind or heart. But the thought of the kiss I'd just shared with Niall made up for it.

If I died tonight and that was my last living memory, I think I'd be content with that.

I jiggled my shoulders to free my mind from wandering off into sensual thoughts that reallyyyy weren't necessary at this moment

Getting back on track, I rushed to my room. The sliding cupboards that held majority of my belongings were already opened so I wasted no time in diving through their contents to find my saddest looking outfit.

After shoving myself into a baggy shirt and pants, I scuttled to my mirror. I ripped my hair from the pony tail and teased it quickly with my fingers.

Grimacing, I reluctantly licked my fingers and dragged them across my face. It was gross but it was the quickest way to mess up my makeup.

They would be here soon and I needed to look as upset as possible.

Content with my look, I emerged into the living room again. Laying eyes on the tissues on the bench, I grabbed them.

Scrunching some up, I threw them on the couch, table and floor.

A knock on the door.

My heart jumped and I felt time freeze for a moment. Quietly, I placed the tissue box on the table and breathed deep.

Summoning my best acting skills, I padded softly over to the door.

I got into character and pulled it open slightly.

Peering through the crack, I showed only my sad eyes and messy hair.

Rhiannon and Liam, as predicted.

I sniffled and cleared my throat.

"Niall's cousins, right?" I sniffled again, producing a sad smile.

They glanced at each other.

"Yes, do you mind if we come in?" Liam spoke softly, his accent slightly annoying me. I hated him but I couldn't deny that his voice attracted me.

I pushed the door open and turned away from them. I took a deep breath, so far so good. Considering I wasn't dead.

"Sorry about the mess," I faked sincerity as I bent down to pick up a few crumpled tissues and place them on the table, "I just haven't been up for cleaning or doing anything really, since well..." I cracked my voice, somehow and threw my head into my hands with a fake sob.

I dragged my hands down my face.

"Would you like a coffee or something?" I dragged myself to the kitchen. I don't really know but I'm pretty sure I'm destined to become a world renowned actress? Because I am killing this.

They shook their heads no and wandered around the apartment. Quite rudely, actually.

"Are you here for his stuff or something? I didn't really know what to do with it..."

I didn't really know how to keep the conversation going. I didn't want to leave open any opportunities to, ya know, whip out a knife or anything.

"No, we just wanted to check up on you." Their faces held confused looks and fear washed over me slightly.

"But we see now that it's probably best that you're left alone." Liam spoke again. I found it unnerving that Rhiannon had still yet to say a word. She had just been making her way around the apartment with suspicious and judgemental looks.

I nodded at them both as they walked side by side towards the door.

"Sorry for your loss." I sent them a small smile as I spoke and they were gone.

Closing the door, I listened for their fading footsteps.

As soon as their footsteps disappeared I let out a laugh. And then a breath of relief, glad that they fell for it.

Now, they believed that Niall was actually dead and (hopefully) wouldn't come round to the apartment in respect to his grieving roommate.

I high fived myself.

Not mentally. No, I actually did it. It was basically just an over-exaggerated clap but anyways.

Once I had finished my little party for myself, I grabbed some food and clothes for Niall and headed home. Since, even though we had the apartment back, he wasn't exactly gonna be able to move for a while.

I was stopped at a red light when my Spotify was interrupted with a call. The screen on the stereo said Manny, so I quickly answered it.

"Hey Manny!" I cheered as the light went green.

"Hey Lillian, look there's something I need to tell you. Could you maybe come over?"

He sounded off and it worried me. Normally, I would have gone straight to his but I couldn't today. I had Niall at home and he needed me.

"Manny, I wish I could but I'm a little preoccupied." I broke the news gently.

"Just for like 5 minutes? It's important, Lil."

"Can't you just tell me now?"

"Are you driving?"

"Yes." Why did that matter?

"Then no."

"Why not? Just tell me." I insisted again.

"Lillian..."

"Emmanuel spit it out this minute."

"I'm dating Daya."

His words came out in a jumble. And it was difficult for my brain to decipher them. But I have a feeling that even if he spoke perfectly, I still wouldn't comprehend.

"W-What?"

"I'm dating Daya, Lillian." He stated firmly, more confidently.

""Why?" My tone was harsh. I was angry and confused. How could he do this?

"She's actually a really nice girl, Lillian! If you just got to know her-"

I interrupted, my entire being burning with frustration and betrayal.

"No Manny! I did get to know her and she made my life HELL!" I practically screamed the last word, attempting to emphasise my hurt.

"She's different now!" He defended her.

"Oh I'm sure. Because the other day when she threw me into a barstool really proved how much she's changed." I retorted. All I could see was red at that moment.

Until I looked up. And I saw a light pole... that I was heading straight for.

With a fearful scream, I swerved. The back of my car clipped it and I slammed on the breaks to stop me from spinning.

"Lillian?!" His voice sounded through the stereo. The car had stopped; it only spun for a moment. I quickly hung up the phone, too confused and infuriated to explain myself.

My head spun and I was completely disoriented. My elbow ached, since I smacked it on the door beside me.

My neck was worse though. It felt like when you wake up from sleeping in a weird position and your neck cramps up. Except, like, 10 times worse.

I grabbed my phone and called my dad. I told him where I was and then he called the ambulance. Even though I told him it was unnecessary.

After a few long moments of sitting in my pain and misery, my dad and the ambulance arrived.

I did everything in my power to exclude Manny and Daya from my thoughts. It didn't work well...

"Looks like you're just a little banged up. But careful of that neck, if the pain isn't gone by tomorrow, be sure to go to the doctors. And definitely be wary of any sign of concussion."

The paramedic gave me a heat pack to ease the pain in my neck and I held it tightly. The pain had subsided slightly, but barely.

But I was thankful that nothing seriously bad happened.

The ambulance man said that Dad could drive me home and that they had arranged a man to come and tow my car. He was so nice.

"Thank you," I looked at his badge, "Doctor Irwin."

Do paramedics go by doctor? I have no idea.

He nodded politely at me and I got in the car with dad.

His face was familiar though, but I couldn't pick where I'd seen him before.

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So much just happened so fast omg are you guys screaming what even

There's a little bada.ss pic of Liam up the top for you yummy

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