Gabby's POV
"What?!-Again?!" I shouted through the phone causing Precy to look back from watching the tv "okay-thanks Louis-bye" I threw my phone across the room not caring if I broke the screen or the whole damn phone. Again. He's drunk again. And looking for Niall for revenge. What in the bloody world was Niall's sinned to him.
"Was that Louis?" She asked with wide eyes. I nodded slightly causing her to screeched and jumped overdramatic "i miss them so much!" She squealed once again and this time she's getting into me.
"For gods sake Precy. Will you shut up?!" I cried out loud punching the couch angrily. She immediately stopped squealing and jumping, like a little kid who just got yelled out from her parents.
"Geez, calm ya grumpy arse" she rolled her eyes, plopping down right next to me. She turned around and reach for her phone at the table behind the couch "tweeting this is going to make me less scared at you" she mumbled, typing something on her phone.
"What do you mean?" I asked confused at her input "and for your information. I'm not grumpy, just fricken mad at Harry Styles" I said in a matter-of-fact. I usually don't like boys who gave you attitude and most of all 'boys', who thinks they all that, boys that make you fall inlove and just ended up leaving you. Literally what happened to me last time.
"Why? Harry is a cool dude and hot too. In fact he likes you and you like him, so I don't think that's a problem here" she said like it's not that big of a deal. I know he likes me and I know I don't...honestly I once thought he doesn't like me at first but when he kissed me that one time. I was shocked and ready to punch him but every single system in my body stopped functioning.
"I have to go and talk to him. He's looking for Niall and probably smash Niall's face to the wall" I said as I sat up and grabbed my phone from the coffee table "help yourself, just don't do stupid things" I said over my shoulder before shutting the door close.
It took me about ten minutes to gather all the words I'm going to spit out infront of him. Not that I'm scared to confront him or something, I'm scared what's the words are going to slip out from my mouth and what he'll do to me. And scared to see him again, drunk and madly livid to everyone according to what Louis had told me.
I knocked on the door three times before it swung open revealing a worried and frightened Louis holding two black frypans each side. I look down and up to meet his gaze.
"What..." I trailed off pointing at the cookwares his holding. Not disengaging my gaze at him "never mind" I shook my head walking past him inside of their now room full of glass shattered all over the place and cluttered furnitures turned upside down.
"What the hell happened?" I finally asked, kicking the stool that had been busted out in half and observing more around the small living room.
"He wanted Niall and I told him he's not coming since he's all drunk and some crap" his voice cracked at the end and it's nearly possible to hear him due to yelling and crying, I guess "I told him I'll call Niall and just go to bed. I think he's already passed out though. Thank god" he said with a slight of relief, sighing before starting to pick up some of the broken glass that splintered all over the floor. Thank god I wore my black denim flat espadrille.
"You should go talk to him now. He should be awake and sober up" he motioned me to go and did what I have just been told. Taking my time again to walk towards his door. I still remember where, when the last time I've been here and in his room.
I softly knock the door, no one answered. I kept repeating and repeating till it suddenly open. For a moment I thought he was going say something or slam the door. But I thought wrong. He let go of the knob, briskly walk up to me and envelope me to a hug.
"I miss you so much" he whispered in my ear, tightening his hug. I was probably holding my breath because when he pulled away I let out a big exhale.
"What's happening to you?" I stepped back slowly and whispered but loudly enough to let him hear it.
His eyes are bloody red and his lips are swollen. Some bruises in his left cheek and his fingers must've been broken. You can see dry bloods and cuts.
"I-I got jealous..." He shrugged his shoulder, looking down to his foot and playing with his fingers. Jealousy huh.
"Jealous to who? I didn't know you have a girlfriend and why didn't you just say something about it" I coaxed obviously I wasn't sure if that'll help him at all "and about Niall, why are you so mad at him" I added, praying he wouldn't change the subject or just set it aside for now.
"You, I thought you and him have a thing...you know like a girlfriend or boyfriend" he stated awkwardly, not meeting my gaze.
I started laughing and shaking my head that he was only jealous this whole time. And most of all he's jealous of me and Niall. We don't even like each other that way and I treat him like an older brother and so does the rest of the guys. I didn't know Harry Styles is a desirous boy that actually get anxious about girls.
"You are one crazy loverboy" I marveled, patting the side of his arm. I wanted to do it on top of his head but I'm too short for that. Even though I'm wearing my espadrille.
"You know...I feel bad for Niall. Poor Niall must be so scared at me now"
"You betcha. Oh by the way, you made a lot of mess out there" I smirked, pointing to the living room "be a good mate and help Louis, the least you can do to what god knows you did to him earlier"
"Hey, I was drunk and wasn't thinking properly" he defended himself.
"Well nice excuse, I guess you'll have to buy new furnitures then" I grinned, eyeing him up with a smirked still on my face.
"Was that bad? I mean I thought, I only flinged the vase that was sitting on the table and kicked the stool" he wondered, rubbing the side of his neck.
"Negative. Go check it for yourself"
We walked back into the living room quietly and saw Louis and Liam picking up the glasses that still on the floor and most of the furniture had been put back together nicely.
"Ohkay then" He said with a hint of sarcasm. I rolled my eyes and nudged him in the hips.
Drunken love. Oh boy...
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