- Harry -
I fucked everything up.
I always do.
Of course, it's always my fault. I'm a douchebag and everyone knows it.
Louis is gone because I was being a complete idiot and only caring about myself. Sure, this fake-dating was going to affect me, but the other lads were just as into this as I was. Stupid Harold, only thinking about myself. Sometimes I get tired of my own bullshit. Sometimes I wish my mum was around more so she could put me in line.
The worst part is, I miss Louis. I miss our bromance and the way he was always the first to know if something was wrong with me. He'd also be the first to suggest going out to grab a few drinks to calm me down if I was mad. Louis was always there when I tried to get in with a random girl when I was drunk. He was always there, no matter what.
He isn't anymore. That kills me inside.
And Niall. I even said that he was the cute one, no one ever wanted to see him hurt because he was too fragile. Niall was too innocent for this, for me. The poor guy doesn't diserve any of this. He doesn't need me yelling at him only because I was angry at myself. Niall diserves more than me giving him lip because I was upset about Louis. None of this was his fault.
Niall diserves better than me.
"I'll go make some tea," Liam informed us after a long, awkward silence. He pushed himself up from the sofa, sighed tiredly, and headed to the kitchen.
Liam diserves better, too. If anything, he only tries to help me and fix everything. All I do is push him away and tell him I don't need him or his help. He tries his hardest to make me see the bright side of everything, but I choose to stay in the shadows.
Zayn glared at me, then decided to follow Liam. "I'll help him." He popped his hood over his jet-black hair and scurried along into the kitchen, letting the swinging doors slide past him.
An uncomfortable silence settled over Niall and I. In any other time, we would have bursted out laughing. We would've joked about Zayn trying to be "gangster" in his hood and laughed about Liam's constant need for tea. Niall and I would be rolling on the ground, clutching our stomachs from laughing so hard. Sometimes we would even feel six-packs coming on. Then we'd go raid the pantry for sweets while the smell of tea filled the air.
But I ruin everything.
And Niall and I didn't laugh. We didn't call Zayn a ganster or joke about Liam and his tea. We weren't rolling on the carpet like idiots and holding our stomachs tightly. Niall and I didn't feel six-packs forming and we certainly didn't go find Sour Patch Kids or Skittles in the pantry while the smell of tea engulfed us.
We sat there, in a painful silence. After a while, Niall got up and headed for the staircase that led to our individual rooms. "I'm, uh, gonna go shower."
"Wait Niall." The words escaped my mouth before I even knew what I was saying. He turned and those fresh blue eyes met mine. He raised his eyebrows expectantly. I cleared my throat, not really knowing what to say next.
I had too much to say. Too much to apologize for.
"Erm." I stood up, awkwardly scratching the back of my neck. Niall took a defensive step back; I didn't blame him. "Listen, I know you're really, uh, defensive towards me now. I just wanted to, you know, apologize."
Niall blinked. "For?"
"Everything," I explained, shaking out my curls. "For ignoring you on the plane, snapping at you at the hotel." I paused for a moment, thinking of what to say next. "For being a complete and utter dick. Seriously Niall, I am so sorry for everything and I really hope we can go back to being best mates again."
Niall opened his mouth to say something, but I quickley jumped back into my heartfelt apology. Or, at least, I was trying to make it heartfelt.
"When we do this fake-dating thing, it'll be weird for all of us, but we'll get through it together, okay? I was just upset that none of you took a moment to listen to me. Sorry... Again."
A familiar grin rose on Niall's lips. He wasn't mad at me?
"Harry, shut up." He pulled his hands out of his pockets and took a small step closer to me. His newly styles blonde quiff was hiding underneath Liam's snapback. "I'm sorry, too. We really should have listened to you. If I were in your position, I'd be furious too. I forgive you, man."
I smiled broadly at the Irish boy. Finally, I thought. Finally things were partially back to normal. Of course, it won't be for long. Eventually Niall and I will be 'dating' and in due time I would have to face Louis again. Who knows where he went?
That's the thing. No one knows. Paul and Simon instructed us to stay here just in case other people thought that we were having drama, which we were. I wanted nothing but to run after him and to hug him and tell him that I was sorry. I wanted to jump on his back, have movie nights. I wanted to be friends again.
"You'll make things right with Lou," Niall stated, almost as if he was reading my mind.
"How do you know?" I asked, my voice croaking. I hated when that happened because it only shows that I am weak. If you knew me, you know that I hate being seen as vulnerable.
Niall shrugged. "Because some things, you just know. I know the sun is going to come up tomorrow morning. I know that the moon is always going to orbit the earth. And I know that Louis will come back and you'll be best friends again."
I smiled lightly. "Well, I'm not sure about that. I'll take your word for it, though. Thanks Niall, you're a great friend."
"I know." Niall smirked deviously then punched my shoulder. "Go make sure my tea is how I like it, youngster." He nuzzled my hair playfully then skipped back up the stairs, presumably to take that shower. I absolutely hated when the boys exaggerated how young I was compared to them, but I ignored the comment just for Niall.
Smiling to myself, I turned around and followed the scent of hot tea. It smelt absolutely amazing if I do say so myself. Congrats Liam. You used hot water and the house didn't burn down; I'm proud. I pushed the door open and -
WHAM!
"Oh my God! Liam are you okay?" Zayn asked, rushing to Liam who was groaning and rolling around helplessly on the floor.
Liam didn't respond. Instead, he held his hand over his nose and screamed in agony. "It's okay," Liam said, his voice low and barely audible. "At least you and Niall made up. That's what I wanted."
"Oh my god! Oh my god! Holy shit!" I blubbered out, surprised by my own actions. "You were eveasdropping and I just hit you! In the face! With a door! Oh my god! Should I call Paul? Or Simon? You know what, I'm calling the cops! Oh my god! What the hell did I just do? Do you have a broken nose? Are all of your limbs and other parts still connected? EVERYBODY STAY CALM, I AM CALLING THE COPS! Oh my god!"
"Harry, you're the only one freaking out!" Zayn shouted over me, causing me to stop in my tracks. I looked down at Liam, who was staring up at me with an amused expression.
"Harry, I'm fine," Liam reassured me. Zayn put his arms around Liam and helped him stand by pulling him up. Liam released his hand slowely from his face. "Is it bad?" I winced at the sight. Blood and I do not mix.
"It isn't broken," Zayn informed us, squeezing the bridge of Liam's nose lightly. Liam winced at that, but he seemed fine. "You do have a bit of blood and a bruise. Sit down mate, I'll get you an ice bag."
"Sorry..." I mumbled as Liam passed by me to get to thw living room.
Liam grinned. "Just go get your tea, Haz."
Liam exited the kitchen and as soon as the door swung closed behind him, I couldn't help but laugh. Zayn even laughed, too. It was a nice, hysterical laugh; one I haven't had in a long time.
"He made you tea so you repay him by assulting him with a door!" Zayn joked with me. I couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt, but it was funny. Zayn was now by the ice chest with a bag in his hand, making it perfect for Liam.
I walked towards the counter, grabbed my customized mug that the lads and I got as a gift last year, and poured some tea in. Liam left out the sugars and other toppings, and I added in what I wanted. Taking my first sip, I moaned in pleasure. It was delicious.
"Hey, man," Zayn said, his voice suddenly low and dry. "Paul said if Louis isn't home tonight, we'll go looking for him tomorrow. It'll all be alright, okay?"
My smile faded as Zayn left the kitchen with Liam's ice bag. But I stayed with my tea and a broken heart.
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This may be short, but I didn't want to get too into detail about Louis leaving. The entire next chapter is about Louis, thats why. AND REALLY HARRY? LIAM MADE YOU FUCKING TEA SO YOU HIT HIM IN THE FACE WITH A DOOR?! REALLY?!
Sorry for the delay, I am terribly ill! I feel like shit. :(
Merry belated Christmas! THIS COULD MOST LIKELY BE MY LAST POST OF TWO THOUSAND TWELVE (yes I spelt that out. Problem?) OH MY GOD SO YOU HAVE TO COMMENT.
I love you all very much. Okay.
Keep Calm and Bullshit On.
~ Maddie xx