The feisty, the cocky, and the vain (Harry Styles)

Chapter 25.

Caroline’s POV

I stared at the boys in shock.

How could they both say that in front of each other?! Is that why they were fighting?

I looked passed them to see books, lamps and random things thrown across the floor and in heaps across the ground. Man, they were pissed.

“What?” I asked stupidly.

“How can you like him?!” Zayn motions to Harry and I swallow the lump in my throat.

“Um…” I say.

“Don’t answer that,” Harry tells me and I widen my eyes. Harry turns to Zayn and glares while saying, “What’s wrong if she likes me? Afraid of some competition Bad Boy?”

“Not really, Man Whore.” Zayn retorts getting in Harry’s face.

“Boys!” I snap. Their heads look at me and they back away from each other.

“Babe,” Zayn starts. “Why him?” Zayn grabs my hand gently.

“Don’t call me that. I have reasons.” I state yanking my hand away from him.

Harry laughs a bit to himself while shaking his head.

“Why are you laughing?” I hiss quickly.

“You don’t really like him.” Harry states shrugging his shoulders at me.

“Really?” I snap, “And how would you know what I like?” I say. He smirks at Zayn taking two steps close to me, his nose touching the tip of mine.

“Because you admitted to loving me.”

Hell broke loose.

Zayn lunged for Harry’s throat making them fall to the floor. I let out a shriek and fell to the door unlocking it. Dad broke through along with Louis. Tears fell from my eyes but I couldn’t see no matter what. Louis picked me up and rushed me out of the room. Niall and Liam were running in as we left.

Louis held me tightly, not slowing his running pace to my bedroom. He kicked my door shut and laid me down on the bed. I just cried. I couldn’t take seeing the two boys I loved try to kill each other.

“Baby girl.” Louis lays next to me cuddling me to him. I don’t react. He holds me tighter and continues to attempt to soothe me.

Yelling and arguing could still be heard from the guest bedroom across from my room.

Oh god, what have I done?

I couldn’t take it.

“Louis…” I begged, clinging to his t-shirt tightly.

“Yeah?” he asks in a sad tone.

“What did I do?”

“Nothing, baby girl….you did nothing.” He runs his fingers through my hair peacefully.

He held me until I stopped crying, and that was hours later. I know, I’m such a cry baby but let’s have you have a mental break down and be fine with it!

“Lou?” Chelle’s voice drifted after the door opened.

“What?” he asks, still holding me close.

“We got food, do you want some?” she asks in a small voice.

“Does it look like I want to eat right now?!” Louis snaps at her. Silence followed and then the door shut gently. Silence was what passed between Louis and I. His warm arms were relaxed yet protective around me and I couldn’t help but feel calmer than I was before.