Styling Styles

Fights and Hate

FELLY P.O.V.

I was sitting backstage at the venue the boys were going to performing at tonight, watching them do their sound check. I noticed that Harry and Zayn weren't even going near each other and weren't working together well at all. All of a sudden I heard a voice yell "Stop! Take 5! I can't handle this right now!"

As soon as the two of them walked off stage I grabbed them both by the hand and dragged them into my room. "Both of you, sit." Harry opened his mouth but I held my hand up to silence him. "Sit. Now." They both sat down as far away from each as possible. I sighed. "Why are you guys acting like this?" "Acting like what?" I gave Harry a look. "Do I look stupid? You know what I'm talking about. You guys haven't been talking, you're always arguing, you've been avoiding each other, and now you guys can't even sing together. What's going on?" "It's nothing we can't deal with on our own, babe." Harry said. "If you're such a good boyfriend then why don't you tell her what she wants to hear? Or were you lying when you said you were a better boyfriend?" Zayn countered quickly. "Wait, woah. What was that Zayn?" I asked, keeping a hand on Harry's arm so he wouldn't try to pounce on Zayn. Zayn smirked. "Harry says he's a better boyfriend than me. But I know I'm a better boyfriend." I looked at Zayn, confused. "Zayn, you know we're not actually dating, right?" "Well, yeah but," he got up and walked over to me. "If you gave me the chance to prove that I'm much better than Harry, you could just break up with him and you and I wouldn't have to pretend to have feelings for each other anymore, you could express all your feelings for me all the time, just like I do for you." "What are you talking about Zayn?" He took my hands in his. "I love you, Felly. And I don't want our relationship to be fake anymore, I want it to be real. But that can't happen with Styles in the way. You don't need him, you just need me."

I looked over at Harry who was watching me almost fearfully as though he thought I would agree with Zayn. "I don't know Zayn. Just give me some time to think, all right?" He nodded and then left. I sat down in the chair next to Harry.

He took my hand in his. "You're not gonna leave me for him, are you? Please tell me you're not going to." "I don't know, Harry. Just go back out for your sound check and let me think please." His eyes teared up and he gave me a quick kiss. "Alright, Felly. I'll give you whatever you need." As soon as he was gone, I laid down on the floor and stared at the ceiling.

I blinked quickly to keep the tears from falling as I tried to figure out what to do. I could date Harry and keep the fake relationship with Zayn until the tour was over, keeping my perfect relationship with Harry, hurting Zayn, and forever ruining the relationship between Zayn and Harry. Or, I could break up with Harry and actually date Zayn, keeping a pretty nice relationship with Zayn, hurting Harry, and forever ruining the relationship between Harry and Zayn.

I closed my eyes and sighed heavily. Either way someone got hurt and the band probably gets ruined all because of me. I heard the door open but I didn't move. "Hey, Felly. You all right there?" It was Paul. "Depends on what you mean by all right." I heard him chuckle. "Well the boys will be back here shortly, just thought I'd give you a heads up." I reluctantly got up off the floor and dusted myself off. "Hey Paul?" "Yeah, Felly?" "Is there anyway I could share a room with Liam and Niall tonight?" He thought about for a second. "I don't see why not." I smiled at him. "Okay, thanks." He quickly smiled before heading off to do whatever the hell he does.

Before the boys went on, I pulled Niall and Liam to the side and told them I would be staying in their room for the night. They were confused at first but quickly agreed.

~3 hours later~

As we walked to our rooms, I walked in between Harry and Zayn. Right as we got to Harry's room and he went to give me a hug, my phone buzzed. I checked it then put it back in my pocket quickly. "What was that?" Both boys asked me. "It was nothing. Just a message from someone." I hugged Harry quickly, hoping they would drop it. "From who?" "No one, Harry." "Well obviously it was someone because you look sad now. What was it?" I sighed. "It was a tweet, alright? I get Twitter hate, everyone gets it. I'm not anything special."

Harry held his hand out. "Show me." I rolled my eyes and opened the tweet. "There, you happy? It's just another person telling me that Zayn belongs to them and I'm a slut. It's really not that big of a deal." "Why didn't you tell me about this?" He asked. "Because its not important, really. Just drop it, please." He sighed and handed my phone back to me. He gave me one more hug before letting me go to my room.

I got into my bed for the night and pulled the covers around me tightly. I was starting to realize what I needed to do to fix this whole thing and I didn't like the answer one bit.

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A/N: SURPRISE! Here is a new chapter for all you lovely people because I have over 600 reads now. As of right now, this is the second to last chapter. So the last chapter will be uploaded a week from Sunday and then I will get started on the sequel! Hopefully this one's a bit longer since the last one was so short.

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