F*ck You (Leighade/Leeade)

22: Brothers

The whole short drive to our building was a silent one. Lee drove with his right arm outside of the window and the other on the wheel.

When he parked in his numbered spot, he shuts the car off, but doesn't make a move to get out. "Babe, are you okay?"

He stares down at his lap, remaining silent.

"King?"

Nothing.

"Lee-Lee, are you okay?" I ask and he sighs before putting his head on the wheel. He rarely ever gets like this; quiet and ignoring me. "Did something happened at the party?" I ask carefully, waiting for an answer.

After a few moments, he nods. "What happened, love?" I start rubbing his back as he stayed in the same position, gripping the top part of the steering wheel.

"C'mon, let's get inside, yeah?" He nods then lifts his head. He removes the keys and gets out wordlessly. I follow behind, taking his hand when he holds it out for me.

We enter the lift and I look up at his stale facial expression. To say I'm worried is an understatement. I know him; I know whatever happened made him either uncomfortable or scared. Maybe both; he'd just shut down.

As we enter his flat, I could feel the tense energy around him grow.

"Lee?"

He takes off his hat and hoodie begrudgingly, still not speaking. "Please, tell me what's wrong," I practically beg as we go to his room. He flops on his bed and puts his elbows on his knees.

"I was harassed," he mumbles, but I heard him. "What?" I ask in disbelief, sitting next to him. He keeps his gaze down and I feel my blood begin to boil. "Tell me exactly what happened," I find myself demanding and he finally looks at me, shame written on his handsome face.

"It's stupid. You're gonna laugh at me," he says softly. "No, I won't. Say what's on your mind, King," I put my arm around him and kiss his temple. "I don't wanna talk about it."

"Baby, you have nothin' to hide. I'm here for you. I'm not gonna make fun of you or laugh at you, regardless of what it is. Understand?" He nods, "You won't flip or anything?"

"I won't," I confirm. "Say what's on your mind, baby boy," I climb onto his lap and he allows me to automatically. I wrap my arms around his neck, but he makes no reaction.

I really don't like his behavior at the moment.

He takes a deep breath then runs a hand through his damp looking curls.

"The bride, um... she groped me and made a comment that... that I don't wanna repeat."

I promptly get off of his bed and grab his keys from his dresser. I then take out my phone to call Perrie. "Jade, where are you going?" He asked in a somewhat tired voice. "You stay here and shower while I phone Pez to beat some ass."

He gets up just as I'm about to exit his room and blocks the doorway. "Move, Lee," I say seriously and he shakes his head. "I'm not letting you leave to fight someone."

"Oh no? I'll be damned if- Lee, move," I try pushing him, but he doesn't budge. "No," he says and I glare at him. "Why not? Huh?"

"For one, they're no longer at the venue. Two, it's our anniversary and I wanna forget about it... okay? Can we enjoy the rest of our special day without the violence?" I cross my arms over my chest and put most of my weight on one foot.