They Don't Know About Us

Stay With Me - Chapter 47

*CHLOES POV*

To be honest. I didn't know what to do. It was one of those situations where I was the one stuck in between two wars. My best friends rowing, and what was my point in this? Nothing. Shocked, I watched as Paige stormed off into her room, tears flowing from her eyes, then Becky into another. I knew Shelby's reaction wasn't going to be pretty; and I winced as she stormed into Becky's room. Sighing I shook my head. I didn't agree with Becky at all. It wasn't Niall's fault- it was that guy who left the car in the middle of the road.. yet I could see both sides to the story. I hated the fact that Becky would be left on her own, greving for the Baby. As Shelby stormed out, face red with rage and stormed into Paige's room, I flailed my hands into the air. Part of me wanted to run to Harry, to take my mind off things and enjoy the concert.. yet that would be rediculous, my friends need me. Sighing, I make my way into Becky's room. "Becky..?" I mumble softly, almost tip-toeing to her. I know the answer to my next question, yet I ask it anyway. "Are you okay?" She turns to me, face full of pain, sorrow and anger. "No! I'm not! It's his fault! All his faut! My baby's dead!" She explodes into another set of tears, wincing, I sit on her bed. "You're grieving, Bec.." I begin. "But it's not right to blame Niall. It wasn't his fault. Really, it's a mixture of everyones when you think about it!" I sigh. "But hey! Enough crying now! Zayn and the lads will be back soon. You look like you need a 'cuppa.." I try to encourage her to at least calm down-I wasn't in the mood for world war three.

[2 HOURS LATER]

Finally, Paige's door opens, her face swollen; puffy red and blotchy. Closely, Niall follows, tear stains smudging his 5SoS t-shirt that exposes his finely tuned abs. As Niall calls for Zayn, moving to talk in private. I pat the other space beside me. "'C'mere Paigey!"  Becky has decided to stay in her room.. no surprise there. I tried to get through to her; to see everyone's side of the story. But she was having none of it. Only Zayn managed to calm her down. Paige sniffles, nodding as she sits next to me. Harrys hand entwines with mine a flash of worry clouding his frosty green eyes and perfectly sculptured features. Shelby and Louis sit opposite, Shelbys head resting on Lou's chest as he strokes her hair, humming softly. We all sit in silence, waiting for Niall and Zayn to come back.

"I told you, Niall its NOT your fault!" Zayns voice almost booms as they both crash through the door, Nialls eyes glistening with fresh tears, Zayns face slackened with worry. "It is! It's all my fault! If I didn't suggest going out, we'd all be fine!" Niall retaliates, tears spilling down his cheeks, storming into his room. We all watch in awe, before silent sniffles catch my attention. Paige was crying again. "Paige! No don't cry!" I usher Harry to quickly get some tissues as I wrap my arms tenderly around her, letting her sob into her shoulder. Shelby soon flees to my side, kneeling before Paige. Harry soon arrives back, handing Shelby a box of tissues, she pulls a clean sheet out. "Blow." Commanding to Paige, who nods, and does as she's told. "Hmm.. a cup of tea is needed in this situation, Lou come help me." Harry mumbles, looking at me worridly, I nod and they walk into the kitchen to make us all a cuppa. Finally, I was dying for one. I let Paige pour her heart and mind out onto my shoulder in a mixture of stuttered words and long tears. Shelby stays by her side; anxiously glancing towards me, yet I can see anger flash though her dark brown eyes.

"Here we are! Lou and Hazzas famous YORKSHIRE tea!" Louis bounds in, holding his and Shelby's mugs of steaming tea, setting them down on the coffee table before getting Paiges. Harry, who's face is full of concentration, holds mine and his mugs, followed by a tray of chocolate digestives. "Here we goo.." He hands me my faveourite Nemo mug..which I have I strong obsession with. Smiling, as Harry settles down beside me. "Is she ok?" Meaning Paige, her head rises, reaching out to grab her specialised mug, before relaxing back into the sofa. Looking a lot less stressed. And a little more relaxed. "Yeah, a cuppa tea and a biscuit will sort her out!" Harry chuckles, before kissing me lightly. Whispering in my ear. "That's my girl." The next few hours consist of us all, including Becky and Niall, eating pizza and popcorn, watching our favourite chick flicks. Even though everything seems fine, I still feel the awkward tension cling into the air.