In The Fastlane

Chapter 32

"Whats with the long face?" Zayn inquired leaning over to look at my view. "Stalking Haz's twittah?"

"Mind your own business," I snapped pulling my phone away from him.

"Someones a little tightly strung," Harry whistled from the corner.

"No one asked you," I retorted standing up from my earleir position and storming into my bedroom. I climbed up the latter and laid on the bunk. I reopened twitter and clicked on Sydney's twitter. Her profile picture was sweet, but she hadn't changed it since nearly three months ago. She had a winter coat on and mittens as snow fell on her cheeks. To say the least she was gorgeous.

'Love you my little penguins. But your shit smells like well...shit'

That was the last thing she updated which was nearly 3 weeks ago. About the same time when we left.

'Running on a treadmill has become a whole new concept. @NiallHoran'

I chuckld at this and smiled lighlty before tweeting one more thing.

'What rock have you been hiding under? You're missing all the drama @SydMartin'

I turned off my cellphone before placing it on my chest. Nearly seconds later my phone began to buzz. I sadly just saw my Mum's face come upon the screen. I was hoping it would be Syd calling.

"Hey Mum," I spoke through the phone.

"Darling! How are you?"

"Good, everthings good."

"Great! Greg has great news! But I just couldn't wait to tell you." She jeered. She was overly excited. To be honest, I missed my Mum, loads. But I was older now. I would be twenty next year and I didn't need her as much as she thought.

"Well spill it!"

"He just asked Denise to marry him!"

"And she said?"

"Yes, of course!"

"Thats great! I"m so happy for him. Tell him I say that. Well I have to go Mum. We're going to be heading to our next concert sooner or later."

"Alright, Niall. I love you so much. Call me when you can."

"I will, buh bye."

"Bye, sweet heart." I shut the phone off before dialing Sydney's number faster then my hands would allow me too.

The same thing came to me.

Nothing.

Just her plain voicemail. I threw my phone against the wall in anger and went back to where all the boys sat in silence. Apparently they must've heard my little melt down.

"Whats wrong, Niall? Miss Perfect hasn't answered you're calls?" Harry smirked.

"I don't need this right now," I mumbled sitting in the chair in the corner of the room. I curled up my legs and crossed my arms in my lap. I didn't completely realized how attatched I had become until now.

"Maybe her phone ran out of minutes. I mean she must be on there for hours," He spoke.

"What the fuck are you blabbing about now?"

"I mean, she probably runs a sex line while she's at it," He shrugged sitting down on the couch next to Zayn. Louis stayed quiet in the corner of the room while sipping his juice. As well as the other boys who kept their heads low in their phones.

"She probably just lost her phone," I grumbled.

"That's what she wants you to think. She's probably giving a man a blow job right at this moment," Harry taunted. "Or maybe shes at a bar flaunting around some money to get picked up by a guy. Either one would be understandable." Harry continued to think of useless things to piss me off. I was hitting my limit. I slammed my foot on the ground turning to him swiftly.

"Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. SHUT UP." I yelped pressing my hands to my ears. "Do you not understand I'm fucking hurting right now? Do you not understand I miss her like crazy and that even though I know your miniscule size head can't comprehend the fact shes not a prositute, I care about her and she means everything to me? No. Because you never will. You don't get that Abbey hates her. Hates her to the very core and will set up anything and everything to make her life miserable? When have you ever come to realize she hasn't done anything but stick by my side at the bars. Has she ever left with anyone else? No. Because she doesn't. For fuck's sake the only other boy she's ever had sex with besides me was Abbey's fucking brother! She did that because she didn't want to get hurt! She doesn't set up useless booty calls to pleasure herself, he did! Would you like me to get you a condom? I mean your already a dick so you better start dressing like one." I finished my rant and was already out of breath. Louis was staring at me; mouth agape before his drink clattered to the floor.

"I-I was just trying to protect you," Harry gulps looking down at the floor.

"Well you have a funny way of doing it," I whispered harshly. I got up yet again before exiting the room. I heard all the boys whispering beyond the bedroom door. Someone in there was obviously crying and there was no doubts it was Harry. I was beyond caring. He finally got what he needed. I wasn't expecting him to believe me, but I got my point straight. I spent the rest of the afternoon laying silently in bed trying to hope I could see Sydney soon.

Authors Note:

Wow that was harsh. It was fun to write Niall yelling at Harry though. Harry is a complete dick in this story. But don't worry; the climax is yet to come.

Remember 10 votes and 5 comments and I'll post a new chapter.

Also I've decided my official posting days to be Wednesday and Sunday even though I'm posting this on a Friday. x

-Meredith