"Get off your lazy arse!" Harry commands, coming into Niall's hotel room where I'm flopped on the couch, tissues everywhere and empty tubs of ice cream.
I'm currently under a duvet staring at the ceiling.
"It's been one week, four concerts and four hotel rooms since you and Lou split, you have to stop wailing and do something useful!" He orders.
"I can't," I moan, rolling over to face him.
"Yes you can! First things first, you need a shower and a new change of clothes, then meet me out in the hallway," He demands.
"Why?" I groan, rubbing my eyes sleepily.
"We're going out," He states simply, making his way back to his room. No use complaining... It might be all right.
I get up, walking over to the door of Niall's bedroom and swinging it open. He's sitting at his desk, writing something on his laptop.
"Whatcha doin'?" I ask in a somewhat annoying tone.
"Writing," He replies, looking over his shoulder for a second to smile at me.
"No shit, sherlock," I respond, "Writing what?"
He signals for me to come over and I make my way to him, peering over his shoulder at the screen.
"A song," He says cheerfully. I read through some of the lyrics;
Counted all my mistakes and there's only one,
Standing out from the list of the things I've done.
All the rest of my crimes don't come close,
To the look on your face when I let you go.
So I built you a house from a broken home,
Then I wrote you a song from the words you wrote,
Yeah it took me some time but I figured out,
How to fix up a heart that I let down.
Now I'm searching every lonely place,
Every corner calling out your name,
Trying to find you but I just don't know,
Where do broken hearts go?
"Wow, this is amazing, Niall!" I say in awe, starstruck by his work.
"I didn't write it, Louis did," He smiles.
"What? But then why are you on it?"
"I'm editing it," he shrugs.
A small smile forms on my lips and I head to the closet and grabbing a violet tank top and light blue skinny jeans.
"Woah, woah, woah," Niall makes me freeze, "Are you actually going to change out of your pajamas?!"
I nod at him, laughing a bit. I walk in and lock the door behind me, turning on the shower. It starts off cold but once I'm fully undressed it's already warm.
~*~
Walking through the park with the cool wind blowing my hair out, I look over at Harry.
"Thanks for doing this, Haz," I smile at him.
He smiles back, showing off his dimples and brushing his curls back with his fingers.
"You're the first person, other than Niall, to talk to me..." I mutter, looking down at the ground.
"There's a reason no one's talking to you," He says, looking at me with a slightly disappointed expression.
"He didn't cheat on you," He defends Louis after I don't say anything.
"I know," I whisper. Harry raises an eyebrow, trying to read my emotions.
"Then why?" Harry asks, confused, "Louis has been practically pulling his hair out trying to think of what he could have possibly done to you to make you so upset."
I stare at Harry, questioning whether I can tell him or not. He's Harry Styles of One Direction, ladies man who has pictures in tabloids of him with loads of different girls.
But he's also Harry Edward Styles, one of my best friends who's been there for me through tough and rough times, comforting me when in need and taking me out even though he thinks I'm currently being a bitch to Louis...
"He came onto me, trying to get into my pants... He forced himself onto me and I kept trying to get free... I managed to punch him but he slapped me and took off my shirt, continuing with what he was doing and then I eventually got free and ended up running over to Niall's because I was so scared. Now do you think I'm being unreasonable?" I tell him, leaving out the details.
"Oh my god... I, uh, I'm so so so sorry!" He gasps, stopping in his tracks and pulling me into a tight bear hug.
When he lets go he smiles lightly, looking around before saying, "We're here!"
"Harry, why are we at the kids playground?" I question, raising my eyebrows at the scene in front of me.
"Come play with me!" He shouts, grinning as he slides down the swirly contraption.
I giggle, running up to the frame and climbing up the multi-coloured climbing wall after him.
He's my crazy insane curly-haired best friend.
~*~
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