"I ship it."
"I ship it harder then my parents."
"It's my OTP."
"I love them so much."
"They're so cute together."
"Oh my God I Titanic them."
"I will die if they don't admit they're in a relationship."
"I swear to God I'll kill myself if they aren't a thing."
"I'll kill my Mom if this isn't real."
"They're my OTP if they aren't real I'll put my cat in the blender."
"Larry for life."
"I can't do this."
Sitting on Destiny's bed and braiding her hair, something I learned after years of helping Lauren with her hair in the morning while Mom was at work, I looked over at Harry who was flopped on Michael's bed across from us, mumbling as he scrolled through his twitter feed.
"What's wrong?" Destiny questioned, her face, after three days, still noticeably bruised."
"This Larry bullshit!" Harry cried, "He's a dick and millions of girls think he's some sort of Prince Charming!"
"Why don't you tell them the truth?"
"And have management rip off my fingernails and shove them up my ass no thank you."
Frowning slightly, I backtracked, unbraided a twisted portion of Destiny's hair and starting again, "Don't you think that's a bit extreme?" I questioned.
"No." Harry sighed, "They've got a death grip on my balls man."
"What so you mean?" I asked.
Closing his eyes, Harry sat up and buried his face in his hands, "If I tell anyone I'm guy, I'm out of the band."
"What?" Destiny cried, "They can't do that!"
"They can and they are." He replied, "I have to have fake girlfriends and everything."
"That's not okay!" I cried, "You shouldn't have to hide you are, that's sick."
Letting out a humorless laugh Harry shrugged, "I'm getting Fro yo with one of the Jenner girls on Friday, I don't remember which one."
"That's not fair." Destiny mumbled.
"Tell me about it." Harry sighed, running his fingertips through his hair.
"I'm sorry." I sighed.
"It's not your fault." He replied, "I just..... Hate it. It's like what's the point of laughing or smiling or breathing if you're acting. I just want to be me you know?"
Feeling disgusted I opened my mouth to talk however was interrupted by the door flying open and hitting the wall as Calum and Michael walked in.
"Oh great, he's here?" Michael asked, eyeing Harry wearily.
"Michael stop benign a prick." Destiny sighed.
Giving Harry a disgusted look, Michael plopped down on the floor next to Destiny, who was between my legs, while Calum sat beside me on the bed.
"What is he doing in here?" Michael demanded.
"Nothing, I was just leaving." Harry snapped.
"Wait Harry, don't go." Destiny pleaded.
"No, it's fine." He sighed, "I have something I have to do anyway."
Nodding sadly, I watched as Harry shuffled out of the room before rounding on Michael.
"Seriously?" I demanded.
"What?" he asked.
"You don't have to be so mean to him." Destiny replied, "He's not like Niall and them."
"Can we just get to business?" Calum asked.
"Ah yes," Michael said, "Revenge."
"I thought we were done with that." I sighed.
"Hell no!" Michael cried, "I shall not...."
"We," Calum interupted.
"......Quit until I....."
"We."
"Win this war!"
"Don't you think you're being just a tad extreme." I replied, "Liz already took our phones."
"Ashton, there is no going back now!" Michael snapped, "This is our yellow brick road! Our highway to hell! Our quest to Olympus, our trap door to the chamber of secrets, our battle against the Volturi, our....."
"Michael, man just get to the damn point." Calum sighed.
"Okay fine," Michael replied, "Long story short I'm not quiuting until I see Niall cry like the sniveling little bitch he is."
"And how do you suppose you're going to do that?" Destiny asked.
"Well," Michael laughed, "As you know, his stupid fans loved the sex tape, so that was a flop, but I've thought of something better."
"Okay, let's hear it." Calum sighed, getting annoyed.
"Wait, what about Luke?" I asked, "Shouldn't he be in on it?"
"He's out with Charlie." Calum replied, "They're spending the day together since she's leaving tomorrow."
"She is?" Destiny asked.
"Yeah," Michael sighed, "She's going to try and work shit out with her parents, or whatever, I don't freaking now, anyway, back to business, what is Niall's flaw."
"He's short?"
"He's mean?"
"He's cocky?"
"He's an assho....."
"Yes, all of the above." Michael snapped, "But more then anything else that little shit is loyal, if you're on his bad side you're dead, but if you're on his good side, he'll protect you to the death."
"So what do you have in mind?" I asked.
"We're going to get him this time," Michael replied, "By making him watch Rome burn."
"You're going to burn down Rome?" Destiny questioned.
"No!" Michael snapped, "Clearly the homeschooling is not working, God! What I'm trying to say it, we're going to do what he did to us and hurt the people he cares about."
(>•~•)>
"Do you really have to go?"
"Luke, please don't make this harder then it already is."
"I...I'm just going to miss you!"
Trying to be all manly and not shed a tear at the sight in front of me I watched as Luke and Charlie stood hugging each other in the hotel lobby, Luke rocking them back and forth slowly, as his tears wet her hair and her's wet his shirt.
"I'll call you," she whimpered, "Everyday, and we can... we'll face time."
"That's not the same thing." Luke whispered.
"I know," she said, taking a ragged breath, "But I have to try and fix things with my parents."
"What happens if they won't change their mind?" Luke sniffed.
"I don't know," she admitted.
"If it doesn't work out Charlie, you're welcome back on tour." Liz replied.
"Thank you Mrs. Hemmings." Charlie sniffed, pulling away from Luke slowly.
"I hope your plane doesn't crash." Michael said from behind me.
"What? No! No! you're not going!" Luke cried, bringing Charlie back into his chest.
"Seriously Mikey?" Destiny demanded.
"Luke honey, people fly all the time and never crash." Liz sighed, "She'll be fine, but she has to go."
Crossing over to the two lovebirds, she pried Charlie from his grasp.
"Boys say goodbye." Liz sighed, looking up at the clock on the wall.
"Bye Charlie." Calum said, giving her a quick hug.
"Yeah, Calum will miss having a fellow Asian on tour." Michael laughed, giving her a one armed hug.
"You're a cock." Calum grumbled.
"Oiy! Launguage!" Liz chided.
"Bye Charlie." I said, as she crossed over to me and gave me a hug.
"I'll miss you guys." she sighed.
"Then don't go!" Luke cried.
"I have to," she replied, looking down.
"Call when you land." Liz said, steering her towards the door where her Cab was waiting.
"Bye," Charlie said softly, waving sadly, tears streaming down her face as she walked through the revolving glass doors and climbed into the back of the taxi, disappearing from sight.
"I feel so empty." Luke whispered, watching as the small, yellow car zipped away.
"It'll be okay buddy, she'll come back." I reassured him.
"What if she doesn't though," he mumbled, his voice hoarse from crying, "I'm a six and she's a ten, she's so fit, I'm insecure, but she keeps coming back for more and I don't know why because I'm sure there's tons of guys that our better and what if she finds one."
"She won't." Destiny said, wrapping her arms around him, "She loves you Luke, she's not going anywhere.
{•-•}
"Why hasn't she called me yet?"
"Luke, she called you yesterday after she landed, chill."
"But she didn't call me last night, or this morning, or when I called her, she hasn't even texted me, we always text eachother good morning."
"SHe's probably busy." Calum sighed.
"Maybe her parents took her phone, for running away." Destiny suggested.
"She didn't run away they kicked her out!" Luke snapped.
"Hey," Michael growled, "Don't yell at her she's just trying to help."
"I'm sorry," Luke mumbled sheepsihly, "I'm just worried."
"It's okay," Destiny replied, "But I'm sure she's fine."
Biting his lip, Luke nodded and began his fiftieth text to her of the day when the hotel room door swung open.
"Jesus, ever heard of knocking!" Michael growled, eyeing Harry with disgsut.
"Before you act like a Bitch, shut up and listen to what I have to say." Harry snapped.
Striding to the center of the room he held up a black iphone.
"Oh cool, you have a phone!" Michael cried, "You're so cool."
"Can I kill him?" Harry demadned.
"No," I replied, "Michael, just listen to what he has to say, would you?"
"Thank you," Harry said smugly, shooting Michael a look, which the purple haired boy returned with a middle finger, "Now, as I was saying, I want to help you guys."
"Bullshit." Michael spat.
"I'm getting real close to shaving your already balding head in your sleep." Harry snapped.
"Would both of you shut up!" Destiny cried.
"May I continue?" Harry asked.
"Please do," Calum sighed.
"Thank you," Harry replied, "Now, before you interupt me again, I'm not helping you because I like you, I'm helping you because Destiny is my bestie, and Luke and Ashton are somewhere on that list, and Calum, you my friend, are yummy, but I'm getting off topic. What I'm trying to say is, I'm going to help you once, I want to get revenge on Louis for treating me like shit and on Niall for what he did to Destiny, so here."
Taking a deep breath, Harry tossed the phone to Luke, who let it fall on the floor, before picking it up sheepishly.
"Why the hell would he want your phone?" Michael demadned.
"It's not my phone." Harry snapped, "It's Louis'."
"Okay, not to be rude but why the hell would we want Louis' phone?" Calum sighed.
"Check the videos." Harry answered, examining his nails.
Frowning in confusion, I took the phone from Luke and turning it on went to videos.
"Which one?" I asked, scanning the sea of videos of screaming fans and Louis' siblings.
"Third row, fourth vid." Harry answered sounding bored.
Making my way down to the third row, I clicked on the fourth video and turned it on, the other boys crowding around to watch over my shoulder.
"Yeah buddy!" Louis laughed.
Utterly confused I watched the screen which depicted the back of some kind of car.
"I'm trying to blow it into the camera." he laughed, "Smoke screen baby!"
"What the literal fuck?" Michael whispered.
"Are those.... drugs?" Luke whispered.
"They're not, not drugs." Harry answered.
"Why?" Calum asked, "That's so bad."
"Right?" Harry replied, "I walk around pretending to be straight, getting called a womanizer by everyone and these shits, film themselves smoking shit!"
"Chicken in Chile!" Louis cried.
Disgusted, I paused the video.
"What are you doing?" Harry asked.
"I can't watch this." I mumbled.
"Hurts doesn't it." Harry sighed.
"I don't even like them and I.... I don't know. I feel guilty." Calum muttered.
"Do what you want with the video." Harry answered, "I think a little negative attention is exactly what they need to pull their heads out of their asses."
"But, what about your fans?" Luke questioned, "This is going to crush them."
"I think it's time they found, we're not as perfect as they like to believe." Harry replied.
"I don't know." Michael mumbled, "Don't get me wrong, I hate Niall and Louis but the fans I can't.... I couldn't hurt them like that."
"Do what you want." Harry shrugged, "But if you don't post it, I will."
Okay, I debated whether or not to include the whole video thing, but I kind of had to for the plot of the story so please don't get butthurt, I LOVE the boys so I wouldn't put it if I didn't think it was ok.
Second, I'm going to start the next chapter and I'm warning you now there is going to be a SHOCK!
Third, thank you for reading! <3