Apocalypse [h.s.]

Chapter twelve

"Liam!"

I ran over to Harry, holding his head as I sat down next to him. Blood was floating out of his nose. He was conscious, but only the slightest.

"Harry, are you okay?" I asked frantically, removing the hair away from his eyes.

"Liam, give me some paper" I said, still looking at Harry to see if he was gonna wake up any soon.

He didn't answer. Neither did he get me the paper. I turned my head to face him, looking at him with a killing look.

"Now!"

He jumped a bit before he hurried over to the kitchen to get what I had asked for, and handed me the paper.

"What..." I heard Harry's graspy voice say, and felt Harrys head move a little inbetween my hands, as I turned to face him. His eyes looked confused and tired.

"Did he just hit me?" he asked carefully, looking at Liam.

"Uhm, yes. But he is very sorry and he didn't mean to hit you that hard. Right?" I looked over at Liam, who was standing there with his arms hanging down.

"Right" he muttured out and nodded against Harry.

I knew Liam regretted what he had just done. He was such a warm-hearted person. Why he was being kind of quiet and dull now wasn't because he didn't feel like helping, because I knew the first thing Liam wanted right now was to help. It was because he didn't feel like he deserved to help, like he didn't deserve the chance to fix what he had just done. The chance to be forgiven. That's kind of what made me like him so much. What made him my best friend.

Your best friend that just hit your beloved one.

Yeah, but Harry was being cocky so he had a good reason. Don't ruin this.

Harry waved it away. "It's alright. I won't waste my precious anger of the day on this pal."

I rolled my eyes and lightly tapped the paper on his nose to wipe away the blood. I could feel his green eyes gaze me. Our eyes met as I was done. The left side of his pink lips slowly went upwards into a smirk.

"Thanks, Violet. I appreciate it."

I gazed him for a while, before I nodded and helped him stand up. He was a little dizzy I think, because he lurched alot, leaning against my body. It almost felt like he was doing it on purpose. At least some of it.

Liam finally came over, wanting to help Harry. Harry accepted his help. We sat him down in the couch. Suddenly his nose started bleeding again. I ran to the kitchen straight away.

"Nice hit, man" Harry said from the couch. Liam sat down in the chair next to it. "A proper hit" he finished and chuckled.

I damped the paper a bit and sat down with Harry to nurse him again. He seemed to enjoy it, because he kept smirking at me. I could spot Liam shaking his head from the chair.

"No. It was a dirty trick and I shouldn't've done it. Please don't say say it was a proper hit, say it sucked" he said.

Harry's eyebrows furrowed, but he kept his smile, shook his head and laughed. "Okay then. It sucked."

Liam nodded and licked his lips. He turned his wrist and glanced at his watch.

"It's pretty late."

I think he was kind of hinting towards Harry for him to speak. Was he gonna stay here, or go home? There were no chance that Liam wanted him here. He probably felt so bad after the punch that he didn't want to say it out loud. But I knew he was thinking it.

Harry stood up from the couch, telling us he was leaving. "I better get home. Gemma might get worried" he said with a chuckle at the end, shaking his head.

My heart ..

I stood up next to him and guided him to the doorstep. As he was putting on his shoes, I couldn't help but ask.

"Is Gemma your, uhm.. Your girlfriend?"

I tried saying it without sounding too jealous, but I don't think it worked.

He smiled and laughed a bit. "No, she's my sister."

Are you joking with me?

"Oh."

This was the most embarassing moment in the history of my lifetime. Of course it was his sister. He would've told me if he had a girlfriend.

Let's just hope it wasn't Harry's room after all.

He smiled and put on his coat, that was looking a lot like mine at a creepy level. "Don't worry, I'm as single as one can be."

I blushed and giggled, embarassed.

"See you at work tomorrow" he said, and gave me a final nod and smirk before he closed the door behind him.

"You two" I heard Liam say from the couch behind me.

I turned around to see him smile and chuckle. Typical Liam, teasing me for liking someone. Well, I didn't really know if he was teasing me or if he was just happy for me. The last one sounded better, so I went with that.

"Uhm, do you want some coffee?" I asked to try and change the subject, and scratched my neck. This was getting rather awkward.

He laughed and nodded. "You're adorable, you know that?"

"Will you stop?" I said and covered my face with a towel to hide my red tomato face.

"Is she your girlfriend?" He said in a light voice, meaning to imitate what I just asked Harry about.

I ran over to the couch and hit him in his face with a pillow as I jumped onto his lap. "Liam, I will choke you with this pillow if you don't stop right now."

He couldn't stop laughing his adorable, laugh. Suddenly the door flew open, and Harry stormed in.

"Uhm, Liam, you should probably come here. Like, now!"

I quickly got off of Liam's lap. He furrowed his eyebrows and went outside. I was too curious to just stay where I was, so of course I followed them.

To my surprise, they hurried into Zayn's room. What were they doing there? Was there something wrong with Zayn?

I heard screaming and cursing from his room as I stepped in. Pieces of broken glass and plates were lying all over his apartment. A pillow was ripped open, and the feathers from it were floating around in the air. With other words, his apartment was a total mess, and I had a feeling I knew why.