Needy. // l.s

Chapter 9

A/N: Sorry this chapter took a while, hope you all enjoy reading it! xx

"That little shit," Matt seethed angrily, hissing in pain from the aggressive touches Jason used while dabbing his injured face with a tissue soaked in rubbing alcohol.

It was the following day, after Zayn had knocked Matt's ego right through his face, but his wounds were still fresh and starting to get swollen.

He didn't attend school, his excuse being that he looked ridiculous and wouldn't dare show his face, but it's clear as day that even having an unharmed face, Matt wouldn't bother to show up. He rarely did. Although it was nice to have an excuse.

"If you weren't so pussy you'd hit him back." Jason retorted, scrunching up and throwing away the tissue that now held a tint of pink.

Matt shot him a glare, stalking to the mirror and analyzing his cheek and lip, rolling his eyes at the swelling and flushed complexion. "If I wanted I could totally kick his ass, have you seen him? He's a toothpick. A cocky, scrawny toothpick."

Just the thought of Zayn made Matt's fists clench. He never had a problem with him before, in fact, he looked up to the guy. But he wouldn't tolerate anyone who thought they could get away with making him look weak.

"Yet the mark on your face looks like it could've been done by Louis' hit man, he throws a mean punch, and don't cry about this, but I think he was taking it easy on you." Jason admitted, chuckling as he dropped down onto their worn out beige couch.

Matt grumbled an inaudible response as he left the mirror to lay his body down, shutting his eyes with a crease between his brows.

Jason noticed this and laughed once more, patting roughly at his mates knee, "Don't pout either, god you're such a girl. Louis will be here any minute now, bother him with your cowardly bullshit."

Matt didn't bother to open his eyes, putting in the effort to simply give Jason a good kick to the thigh.

Their friendship was more of a brotherhood really, they fought more than they made nice but were as close as it got. They were both victims of the infection that was Louis Tomlinson but at least they were dragged down by his alter ego together.

The two sat in silence as minutes ticked by. It was a change from their usual big mouthed conversations but their bickering usually ended this way as they were impeccably lazy and never got to the point.

The door flew open soon after, a tired looking Louis trudging in with an unlit cigarette between his lips. His hair hadn't been styled, swiped across his face that showed his sleep deprivation with the prominent dark circles below his barely open eyes.

"Ladies," he nodded in acknowledgment as he continued his entrance through the dorm room. The two nodded in his direction, watching his actions.

"Looking good Matt." He commented, eyeing the bruise with amusement before proceeding to the window to light his cigarette.

After Zayn had hit Matt, Louis stayed around to make sure there wasn't too much damage. By too much he means a broken bone or any witnesses around that would get his, already on the line arse, possibly suspended. But once seeing that it would only end in a severe bruising he abandoned the scene and took to something of more importance.

"Could've happened to you, too." Matt reminded, attitude clear in his tone. It was true. The three were clearly all on Zayn's bad side and it was the luck of the draw. Matt opened his mouth last therefore resulting in a punch to it too.

But this made Louis laugh, coughing up the smoke he'd dragged in, "It could've happened to Jason, yes. But not me, I'm untouchable. You bitches should know this by now."