Stupid Arranged Marriage - A One Direction Fan Fiction (Editing)

CHAPTER TWENTY ONE - Part A

yeah....Imma gonna put this in two parts because I'm not done with this chapter, and I felt like i needed to update anyway. I also am kinda stuck with where I'm at and need a bit more time. So, here's part A of chapter 21. 

dedicated to: The_Stalker

song choice: Anybody Out There by MK1

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chapter twenty one....part A

~Harry’s POV~

Everyone was in their own rooms, so Louis led me to ours. He had a mischievous look on his face that made me wonder.

“Lou?” I questioned when we were alone.

He tried to give me an innocent look, but I knew something was going on. 

“Uh…I may or may not know something?”

I groaned. That never ended well.

“Who’s you spy on?”

“GASP! HARRY! That’s immediately what you think!”

I gave him a look.

“Yeah, yeah. Liam and Niall. They were talking in a closed room and I just thought-”

“What happened Boo-Bear?”

“Liam’s gonna propose to Kate!” He gushed.

My eyes widened. What? There’s gonna be two members of One Direction that are married? What would that do the publicity? The fan base? If two of the guys were permanently taken? Not that Louis and I were necessarily open, more like set in stone, and that kiss that Zayn and Biyra shared has got to mean something!

But this,…management is going to throw a fit!

“Hazza, why don’t you look excited? You have worry lines. aren’t you happy for them?” Louis asked.

“Yeah Boo, I am, but you don’t get it,…Liam’s supose to be the responsible one!”

He stepped back.

“What are you saying?”

“I’m saying Liam. Liam James Payne. Liam Payne, the sensible, the responsible one! The one who out of all of us, put the rest of the band first. And now, he’s doing something so out there, it could ruin us.”

Louis’ facial features began to look really pissed off.

“Ruin us?!” He spat. “You mean publicity? Is that all you fucking care about? Your stupid fan base? Hell Harry, you’re the most freaking popular one out of any of us you dipshit!”

That took me by surprise. 

“Lou, that’s not what I meant.”

“Well that’s what you said!”

“Boo…”

“Don’t you ‘Boo’ me Harold! You’re so fucking insensitive! God, this why you won’t tell anyone about us? Cause of your damn fan base? You’re more worried about what people say behind your back than me! I’m standing right in front of you Harry! I’m not leaving even if all you care about now a days is your self!” He stomped off towards the bed area.

“Oh! And I hope the bed’s comfy!” he called.

Shit.

!Zayn’s POV!

The morning light woke me up, in a bad mood. I quickly got dressed, left Biyra a note, and went for a jog. I was about a half mile in, if that when I was stopped by a shocking sight. Five people, like grown adults, dressed in Tell-Tubby outfits.