(BOOK 2) Summer Love - A One Direction Fan Fiction

Chapter Ten - That Night

The door the beach house bursts open and everyone piles in.  As soon as the door is shut, Liam pounces on Niall, grabs the back of his neck, and slams his face into the wall.

“YOU HAD SEX WITH (Your Name)?!” Liam yells.

“I didn’t mean to!” Niall yells back.

“That’s right, you were drunk!  You were drunk, Niall!  How could you?!” Liam yells louder.

“I couldn’t help it!” Niall screams.

“How did you even get drunk in the first place?  How…” Liam suddenly stops.

He eases up on Niall and looks about the room at everyone’s faces.

“The glass on the floor…the wine smell…the bottle of wine in the…drawer…” Liam realizes everything.  “You found the wine I hid in the drawer.”

Niall begins to cry.

“I know!  I know, I’m sorry!  It won’t happen again, Liam!  Just please don’t hurt me!” he pleads.

“That helpless girl, Niall…the poor girl couldn’t do anything to help herself…and you go and…just…I can’t believe you, Niall!” Liam yells.

Liam rams Niall’s face harder into the wall.

“Stop!” you suddenly yell.  “I could help myself!”

Liam looks at you.

“I used the wine bottle…I hit Niall over the head with it!  It broke, and that’s why there was a piece of glass on the floor!” you explain.

“Niall didn’t hurt himself running…?” Liam asks.

“No…he didn’t.  He didn’t have sex with me, either.  It was nothing!” you try to convince him.

Liam slowly lets go of Niall and lets his arms fall to his sides.  Niall places a hand to his face and tries to re-align his jaw.

“It was something,” Liam says, “and I want to hear all about it.”

Several minutes pass.  By the time you’re finished explaining every single detail to Liam as the boys listen and Niall sitting awkwardly in tears, Niall’s stomach growls loudly.

“That’s it,” you finally say.

“Are you sure?” Liam asks.

“Yes Liam, that’s everything.”

Liam looks at Niall.

“Do you remember any of this?” he asks him.

Still in tears, Niall shakes his head.

“Well…that’s good, I suppose.  No need for Niall to be seeing you like that,” Liam tells you.

You nod.

“What’s done is done,” Louis says.  “Can we please just be happy that we didn’t lose Zayn?”

Zayn gets that familiar worried look on his face again.

“Yeah, that was scary…” Harry says.

“Boys, let’s stop talking about that, too.  It’s getting late.  Harry, why don’t you whip us up some supper?”

“Sure,” Harry grins, strolling toward the kitchen. 

As the smell of Harry’s cooking floats through the house, the boys are chatting gaily once more around the un-lit fireplace on the main floor.  Niall is lying on Louis’s lap while Louis strokes his hair and Liam is laughing with Louis who is telling a funny story about a time during the X-Factor.  You haven’t heard anything about the X-Factor, except that it is a singing competition.  You look around and notice Zayn is nowhere in sight.  You look up toward the loft and see the television’s light flashing on the ceiling.  You go upstairs to find Zayn sitting in front of the television as you predicted, with his usual glum face.