Basketcase

Sake Steam (Unedited)

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!WARNING!!!!!!!!!!!!

Just a little prereminder before you read on in this story, as you can see there is an UNEDITED in bracets and unbolded beside the title of this story. To fill you in, I have a very vivid idea of when I began writing this story and you will see, if you choose to read on, that the style of writing differs to a GREAT extent, from what I am writing right at this moment to what is under this warning note. You have the choice to read on or wait for my updates of each chapter! What I plan to do is edit a chapter or so each date until the recent updated chapter! If you wish to wait great! And if you can with stand the torcher of reading on, then I abit you good luck and caution you that my writing may be and is disastrous. I thankyou.

Chapter Thirty-Two

I made an almost immediate lift from Zayn, practically forcing him to let go, as it seems he's a very clingy person. I withstood the ach in my hip and kicked open the door. Marissa had Harry in a headlock even with the sick of his being. "RYAN!" I screamed stomping my foot near her; I clenched my fists slightly with the movement. From what I could tell, his left eyed had swollen up pretty big and began bruising around the rim of the circular intent. She let go for me to get a better look at it but really there wasn't anything I could do about it. "Ryan, what the hell are you doing here?" I asked.

She straightened her stance walking to me, "Marissa! I thought they'd taken you somewhere," she said.

I loosened my expression glaring, "Really?" I asked, "Or was that just an excuse to beat the crap out of Harry?"

"Well, I'm already charged up because of that dumb... you know what, over there," she pointed, Tyler sitting in the living room; he waved, "He got the first punch at Harry! I wanted to beat him up! I called first dibs!" she whined, "And lighten up on the words will you?"

I continued to glare, unsatisfied. I understood where she was coming from and she was doing it for me but IT'S STILL BAD! And that FREAKING ASS OVER THERE! Not even the least bit concerned, just sitting peacefully by him self just watching/listening in amusement! God! What an ass! "GAH! I will not 'lighten up' on my words, Ryan! You are beating a freaking popular, not to mention HOT, pop star! Let alone that is not the only problem but, if you didn't already know, this place is being surrounded by Directioners as we speak!"

Her face dropped dumbfoundedly, "Directioner?" she asked.

"I was called 'hot'," Harry commented, smirking to the side.

I shot my head toward him, "Shut it Harry!" his smile dropped. I looked back to Ryan walking to her, "Oh! You dumby! Look here!" I said, dragging her to the window.

She stared a moment, "Those look like ants," she said.

"Those are people!" I corrected.

She forced herself back out of my grip falling to the carpeted floor, "P-p-p-people?" she shuddered crawling back away from the window.

"Oh shit, you afraid of heights. Shit," I cursed, rubbing my forehead.

"I knew that!" someone blurted.

I looked to see Harry's hand waving and jumping in place, I was surprised to see he could even move after being man handled by Ryan. Maybe I got here in time before she could punch her. Pfft. Man handled, makes sense.

I watched as Ryan glared at him, clenching her teeth. "Ryan, stop it!" I demanded. Oh god I need help. Where's help? Where's Liam? Wait Liam! But Liam where... "Ryan, where'd you put Liam?"

She turned back to me focusing her eyes on my face rather than the window behind me. "Liam?" she said, "I didn't put him anywhere he... I don't know where he... well I guess Tyler put him somewhere."