Reese

Chapter 14 - He talks to his penis

Harry’s P.O.V

Florida

It’s been two days since Reese rang Katie. I’ve been so much happier since that phone call.

I was worried, so worried. Liam had text me once, telling me that she was out of surgery but that was all I had to go with!

Now I know she’s fine, so my mind has started to concentrate more. Which is a good thing.

Although, the fans don’t seem to appreciate the effort we’re putting in to keep this tour up. We have apologized, over and over again for Liam’s absence but they keep throwing hate at our faces! Well, maybe not our faces.

It’s Twitter where we’re getting all the hate from. It’s weird, they think we don’t look at the accounts that send us hate, but we do.

How on earth can they call themselves Directioners when they send us and the girls so much hate? Surely they’re meant to support us?

It’s not all of them, of course. Only a few  ‘fans’ harass us with hate. The other 95% of Directioners are lovely to us.

Maybe they’re a little dirty at times but, they’re really cool girls.

Liam skyped me this morning. He said that Reese has now been discharged from hospital and is back at home, he also said that she was literally out like a light. Lucky girl.

He told me that Mark has made an appearance there, and that they’re competing for Reese’s heart.

I mocked him because he actually used those words. Arwh, little Liam.

I feel bad for him though, apparently Mark is rather good looking and is a professional at being a player.

Good luck, Liam.

Although Reese did tell me that she already loves Liam…

Maybe I should’ve mentioned that... Damn.

Reese’s P.O.V

London

It’s so nice to be home, I haven’t slept in my own bed in days!

I got up and walked over to the window slowly, clutching my stomach just in case it started to hurt. I looked out the window and saw Mark’s car parked on the driveway, my heart clenched.

I forgot he was here!

“What the hell is he doing here? Why didn't he just go home?!” I asked myself as I grabbed my dressing gown.

I opened the door of my bedroom and heard a faint sound of water running in the opposite one.

Mark.

What right does he have? Using Katie’s room?

I was about to push open the door when I stopped.

What if he’s naked?

What if he gets angry at me?

Oh, piss it. This is my house!

I slammed my hand against the door and it swung open, his clothes were lying on the sofa.

He’s even messed with Katie’s sofa cushions!

Die, Mark. Die.

My eyes scanned the bedroom and landed on the bathroom door. I smirked before starting towards it, I stopped to tighten my dressing gown belt and took a deep breath before pushing down on the handle and quietly opening the door.