Louis' POV

I had spent the entire afternoon preparing for the sleepover that would be in my house that night. Even though I told my mum last minute, she didn't seem to mind. I think she just liked the idea that I actually had stable friends that were relatively nice human beings.

The first person to arrive was Harry. I was so happy about that. "Hey. Have you told your mum yet?" he asked. When I shook my head he nudged me, "Louis you have to, she's your mum, you love me right?" he looked at me like he already knew the answer. "With all of my heart." I responded, he looked more than satisfied with my answer. "Then you have to tell her." He suggested. I agreed and said I would do it in the morning. Harry said I had to do it right then and there and I was nervous. What if my mum didn't accept me? What if she liked disowned me or something? I would be horrified if anything like that happened.

"H-h-hey mum?" I stuttered. "Yes baby?" I took a long breath before continuing. "I want to tell you something, something important." She got up from her spot on the couch and came over to me. "You can tell me anything sweetie what is it?" she looked concerned. "You know Harry?" when she nodded I continued, "Well, Harry and I are together, as in….dating." Honestly, what happened next was not what I was expecting at all. My mum hugged me, she hugged me! "Oh Louis, I already knew that!" she exclaimed, "Harry told me the last time he was here while you were in the bathroom or something. I told him not to tell you he told me so I could see how long it took for you to tell me on your own….Why did you wait so long to tell me?" she looked at my with curious eyes. "I don't know mum, I thought you wouldn't except me or you would disown me or something stupid like that." When I was finished, she hugged me once more. "Louis, honey, I except you, even the parts that are gonna take some time getting used to. And I am sure if your father was still here, he would except you as well." I could feel her starting to cry at the mention of my deceased father. "Thanks mom." I said, then Harry and I made our way to my basement to wait for the rest of the boys.

An hour later, Niall showed up. "I BROUGHT SNACKS! DOES ANYBODY WANT ANY SNACKS?!" he yelled as he entered the house. We all laughed. When I asked Niall about when Zayn was going to get there, he said any minute now.

And sure enough, moments later, we could hear a car door close and footsteps walking up the driveway. When I opened my door to greet him, I could not believe my eyes. Don't get me wrong, Harry Edward Styles is THE hottest person I have ever seen in my life but the outfit that Zayn had on was jaw-dropping. He was wearing black skinny jeans, a tight, white tank-top, a leather jacket, red Nikes, and his hair was quiffed up perfectly. When Niall saw him he almost fell to the floor. "Whoa babe, you look amazing!" he said. "..Thanks.." Zayn said while blushing.

We all decided we would wait in the kitchen for Liam to show up, being that it was 8:36 and he is already late. A half an hour passed and Liam was still not there. So we decided to eat dinner without him. Mum made pizza, we wolfed it down, then thanked her for it.

By this time, it was nearly 10:00.

I was getting worried….

"I'll call him." I said and I walked into the other room and dialed Liam's number: 867-5309. It rang several times before the other line was picked up. When the two lines were finally connected, it was not Liam's voice talking on the other end, it sounded like a woman, and she was hysterical. "Hel-Hello?" she managed to get out. "Um hello maam. My name is Louis and I was wondering where Liam is?" at the sound of his name the woman on the other line seemed to get more upset. "Liam is…is….not available at the moment…who is this?" she asked. "Like I said before maam, my name is Louis and I am Liam's friend. He was supposed to be at my house for a sleepover a few hours ago and he is still not here so I was just wondering where he was so I called his phone."

The woman was crying so hard now that she could barely get her words out. "Young….man…" she began, "Liam…is…dead…" she continued crying. "What?! Dead? What happened?" I asked frantically. "He…he..overdosed." I could tell that it pained her to give the details to me. "I am so sorry for your loss." I tried to be sympathetic. "Thank you. I suppose that it is your loss too, being that Liam was your friend?" she wasn't sure if she was correct or not. "Yes maam, we were friends, not very close, but friends nonetheless." Now I was crying. She told me that since we were friends, that she would send me the funeral information the following day or so. "Are you by any chance Louis Tomlinson?" she asked. "Yes? Why do you ask?" I said. "Li mentioned you in his suicide note. I think you should come by tomorrow and read it." and on that note, she hung up….

Liam is dead, he's dead…

He committed suicide.

Why?

And why was I in his suicide note?

So many questions that I needed to be answered.

When I walked back into the kitchen, Harry definitely knew something was wrong. "What's wrong Lou?" suddenly everyone's eyes were on me.

I didn't want to delay the inevitable, so I just came right out and said it.

"Liam is dead…"