It Doesn't Change A Thing.. ( 1D ) Editing

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That's it already , didn't want to make a big fuss .

Here is the new chapter

- Pia xx

Holy shit .

That was the first thought I had when Simon Cowell glared at me and totally shocked 4/5 boyband members tried to lunge at me .

To be honest I was to angry to care so I groaned to show my wrath without hurting any of them and stormed up to my room to cool down without punching them in the face . My plan was whatsoever ruined by Liam opening the door and locking it behind him .

' I swear if you don't leave I'll -'

My voice faded , when I saw the tear strains on his cheeks . Was he crying ? Oh great ! I made him fucking cry !

Lazily I sat down on my bed and patted the space next to me , signalling him , that he was safe to come over . At first he was hesitant , but when I rolled my eyes and smiled slightly , just to assure him , he plopped down next to me and rang his hands .

I examined his face while he looked around my room . I followed his gaze and inspected my personal shelter . The walls were a light grey , perfectly fitting my constant mood of '' I-don't-care-anyways '' and boredom . I think I have never done anything that sparked my interest further then fighting . Which wasn't an interest if you asked me , it was more the need to punch the living daylight out of someone .

My bed sheets were green . One of those calming deep green tones , on which my mother insisted to add them to my room . I always thought that she had the suspicion that I sneaked out at night . The course of this thought was that she always asked me how my night was , not how I had slept .

Moving my eyes further through my room , More dark colours struck my eyes . The dark blue curtains and the scarlet fluffy carpet on the floor to my feet . I guess I really had a fable for those colours . My room wasn't too stuffy which I was grateful for . Just a bed , a wardrobe , a small couch in a dark forest green with a side table and a mini fridge that was also dark blue . A few modern paint drawing on my walls and a few photography's in sepia and black and white .

Once I finished my mental room tour , Liam focused on me . No need to say that I was uncomfortable with him so close and eyeing  me the whole time . I could barely stand the silence anymore and was about to ask him to leave , when he spoke up

' I am so sorry '

I think I hit my head when I fell from the bed . I had tried to find a comfortable position to sit in, a second before he spoke and wasn't sitting steadily , so I fell over when I froze in shock over his words .

New anger flowed through my body , but I kept it down and made sure to keep my voice calm when I spoke to him .

' You do realize that you shouldn't tell me that but Niall ? '

On his facial features I got my answer , and noticed that I wasn't calm enough .

My eyes must be burning I thought . They were scary when I got angry . They turned a stormy grey and it could be extremely intimidating if you didn't know that my self control was best when I was in rage . But only rage , as soon as something else added to that my control was gone .

Sorry , I'm missing the point .

' What are you doing here then, Liam ? Didn't I make it clear enough that I don't like you ? ' The hurt that flashed across his face when I said that ...it was like someone hit me in the gut .He looked like a lost puppy , and even though I could hurt people without a care , when it came to puppies , I melted .