Against All Odds

Ch. 16

Harry's POV [A/N ooh! First time doing this one!]

I watched Chelsea walk out of the room to the kitchen to go get breakfast. Once she was out, Logan set a death glare on me.

"What?" I asked him.

"Stay away from her." He told me. I sent him a questioning look.

"Huh?" I said, confused.

"I don't want her to get her heart broken. She's only sixteen, you know."

"How do you even know if she likes me? Or if I like her? Huh? Are you just going to believe what the magazines say, that I'm a player? They're not true!" With that, I stormed out of the room.

"Harry, wait!" He called after me, but I ignored him.

"Harry?" Liam asked after I stormed down the stairs. I ignored him too and walked right out the door.

I heard light footsteps follow me out the door.

"Harry?" Chelsea asked me in a quiet tone. I stopped and turned to look at her, but didn't say anything.

"Are you mad at me?" She questioned. I shook my head.

"Then, what's wrong?" She walked over to me. I grabbed her hand when she got close to me. I had no idea what to say. How do you tell a girl that her brother believed lies?

"Um..it's nothing." I told her.

"I think it's something. I don't think you would have totally ignored your best friends if it was 'nothing'" she stated matter-of-factly.

"It doesn't matter anymore."

"It does to me!"

"Well, it shouldn't!" I raised my voice a little.

"And why not?"She raised her voice like I had.

"Because why does it matter that I'm not aloud to like you or be with you because your brother believes those stupid tabloids!" I yelled.

"What?" She whispered, pulling her hand from mine.

Logan's POV

"Harry, wait!" I called after him. I heard Liam do the same, but he ignored both of us. I saw Chelsea follow him out the door.

"Oh, crap." I said to myself.

I walked down to the kitchen and all eyes turned to me.

"What was up with Harry?" Niall asked.

"I, um, may have said something that upset him?" I said.

"What did you say?" James spoke what everybody was thinking.

"I...um..told him to stay away from Chelsea...He thought I was believing what the tabloids said, but I wasn't, I swear! I just went all big brother when I saw him and Chelsea in the same bed and-"

"Whoa, wait what?" James interuptted me. "They were in the same bed?"

"Way to get in there Harry!" Zayn yelled. Carlos, Louis, and I glared at him.

"It wasn't like that, stupid! She got scared and went to him for comfort!" I slapped him over the head.

"Ow!" He exclaimed.

Then Chelsea came storming into the house with Harry following close behind her. I saw she was crying so I quickly went over to her. I put my hand on her shoulder but she jerked away from me.

"Don't touch me." She yelled at me before running up the stairs and slamming her door.

Then both Harry and I pounded up after her. Once we reached her room I turned the doorknob only to find it locked. I knocked on it.

"Chelsea? Can you let me in?" I called.

"No! Go away! And Harry, I know you're out there, and you can go away too!" She yelled from the other side. "And when you go, can you get Lou and Carlos for me?"

I pounded on the door again, and got no reaction.

"C'mon lad, I think we should do like she asked and give her a little cooling off time." Harry said putting a hand on my arm. I shrugged it off.

"Why should I listen to you? I asked you not to hurt her, then I leave you alone for 5 minutes with her and now she's angry with both of us, and I don't even know why!" I told him.

"I think you should listen to me because it will be better for her in the long run. If we do what she asks, she'll trust us again."

"Ugh. Fine." I stalked off, going to find Louis and Carlos.

Chelsea's POV

I sat on my bed wiping away tears and listening to the arguing voices fade away. I sat alone in silence for about 2 minutes before I heard a soft knock on my door.

"Chelsea?" I heard from the other side. "It just Louis and Carlos. Can you open up?"

I walked to my door, unlocked it, and opened it up. I was instantly tackled in a hug by Louis.

"Can't....breathe!" I forced out. He let me go and mumbled an apology. Carlos put an arm around my shoulder and led me to the bed.

"So what happened, sweetie?" He asked.

I looked up at him and started the story of what had happened that day.