Love Me or Love Me Not... (One Direction fan-fiction)

LMOLMN : Chapter 3 Part 2

So here is Chapter 3 part 2! I hope that it makes more sense than the last one! (cringe)

Man I don't why I thought of Ashley Tisdale as Brittany Moore. Maybe it because I'm used to her playing an evil character.

Well...what are you reading this for?!

Go on! Read what is underneath!

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CHAPTER THREE PART TWO

Lyza's POV:

I feel like smashing my head against a sharp rock now. Anything to top this pounding going on in the back of my head and in the front. I checked in the rear view mirror before I started the car, making sure that there wouldn't be any blood or bruise on my face when I get back home. If there was, my parents would probably go animal mode. That's a sight I don't ever want to see!

Sucking in a deep breath, I tried to ignore the furious shaking of my body. Ashy was right here next to me, I wouldn't want her to see me like this. Actually, I don't want anyone to see me like this.

A female's English accent soon broke the silence. "Are you okay Lyza?" concern was definitely there. But what kind of question was that? Would you be okay if the most popular, yet most annoying twit in school fought with you because you were accused of revenge? Especially when you haven't done anything. Oh heck no you won't!

Silence's walls took over once again, but instead of Ashy, it was my voice was the one to run through. "I'm fine. I just need to go home and relax. Need to take a nap." Well wasn't that a horrible lie. It was as clear as a brand new window. And Ashy could tell as well.

"K...let's just go. Anyway it's a Friday! We could do anything we want or go anywhere that we wanna go!" The enthusiasm in her voice surprised me. Fortunately, she didn't see it. Instead of sharing the joy with her, I just nodded and turned the key, causing my car to start.

Minutes later, we were on the road.

Nothing much happened. We muttered a few words with each other and...that was it. Really boring. I guess she just doesn't want to upset me.

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Louis' POV:

That was just, wow. So now I'm with my boys, chilling out. By that I mean get a bunch of food and have a food fight. A surprisingly un-shocking thing happened. Liam was trying his best to stop it, while Zayn threw a whole cream pie at his face. Harry didn't seem to care because he was too busy running around the house naked to care about anything. However, my dear little Niall seemed to be crying at the guys to stop abusing his wife and kids. That caused me to laugh so hard, I became an easy target. Oh Niall, why do you have to love food so much? Before I could hide behind the sofa, a handful of Vanilla Cheesecake came flying towards my face. Unfortunately, the attacker made a perfect shot. I'm going to kill Mr Malik.

Finally, the food ran out. Well the food on our tables. Looking around, I saw shattered vases, broken windows and ripped paintings. All of the furniture had gone from a rich creamy white, to a colourful defence where we would protect ourselves from getting hit. What used to be a tidy gold toned mansion was now what you would expect from those cheesy teenager films.

I could tell that my boys were all knocked out. Zayn was on his tummy reaching for his mirror, whilst Liam's tired body collapsed on the back of Zayn's legs. Harry had also collapsed, only he had his boxers on, with a green blanket to keep himself warm. As soon as he his that sofa, he was out like a night-light. However, my little Irish friend sat down on a table with his legs crossed. Stuffing his face with all the food around him, he took a sec to smile and to wave briefly at me, before eating again.