I'm literally so irate, I can't even see straight. Of course Liam would argue that I can't see straight because I'm not straight.
"Dumb cunt," I mumble to myself as Louis and I approach the door.
"Excuse me?" Louis turns around, brows raised and a small smile on his lips.
"Not you baby," I rush out, causing him to break into laughter.
"Okay. Before we go out, take a big deep breath with me," Louis grabs my hand, guiding me through a deep breath. I do what he says, confirming Liam's notion that I am in fact whipped. I exhale with him, feeling a little less tense but not much.
"Ready?" He asks, gripping my shoulders and giving a light squeeze.
"Mmph," I respond, shoving my hands in my pockets and pushing my shoulders back defensively as I follow him out the door.
"Oi, everyone sit the fuck down," Louis demands, causing Liam and Niall to jump. They don't say a word, taking seats on opposite ends of the couch. I don't want to sit next to either of them. so I just lean against the door to Lou's room.
"Harry," Louis convinces me, eyes pleading.
"Mmmph," I grunt, sitting on the floor opposite of Niall and Liam, creating as much space from them as I can.
Liam gives a smug laugh, shaking his head. I spring to my feet in defense, making his expression change from douchebag to frightened.
"You wanna go, you fucking pussy?" I hiss, taking steps toward him but stopping when I feel Louis' arms gripping mine behind my back.
"Easy, killer," He whispers against my neck, causing goosebumps to rise.
"Liam, you need to stop with the snarky shit. I'm only going to be able to hold him off for so long, he's much stronger now," Louis speaks in a flat tone, running his hands along my shoulders and down my biceps.
"And Harry, babe, you know violence isn't the answer," Louis continues, softly in my ear.
I huff in annoyance, rolling my eyes and taking a seat on one of the loveseats opposite of Niall. He avoids looking at me, staring down at his feet.
"Okay. No more throwing shit, no more sucker-punching each other, and no more kissing people who are involved," Louis lays down the law, glaring at Niall as he says the last part.
"What about no more gay slurs?" I speak, chin tucked and sending a death stare at Liam.
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"Yeah, that too," Louis adds, glaring at Liam who just leans back in the couch, face flat.
"Okay. I'll start. Niall, Liam, I saw you lot on the jet. Out of respect for everyone's privacy, I pretended not to see anything. Liam, you came to me and I gave you the best advice I think I could. I don't know what the fuck happened when Harry and I were upstairs, but we separated you two because that's what made sense at that moment. And guys, I can guaran-god damn-tee that Harry and I don't give a fuck if you are gay, straight, bi, whatever the fuck. The only thing we care about is when it starts interfering with our relationship," Louis states, voice firm.
