Trouble

- chapter 5.

I pulled away from him, not knowing what to say. I had cheated on Zayn. I was a horrible person. Did she even like it? What did it mean? What was happening? 

NIALLS P.O.V:

I loved Summer. But, I knew what I had to do. "I'm so sorry Summeri. That was a mistake. I don't know what I was thinking. I don't even like you like that." I fake laughed, and sighed.

It stung so bad for me to say that, but it was for the best.

I knew Zayn didn't want her. He knew it too. 

But, she already didn't like me. I couldn't make it worse. Could I?

SUMMERS P.O.V:

Ouch. "I-It's fine. I gotta go." I said quickly, glancing at all the people who had been watching us and dashing down the street.

NIALLS P.O.V:

"You did it man! I'm so proud!" Tony yelled, breaking the awkward silence.

Anna laughed. "How come you never told me you liked Summer? Big Plot Twist!"

"I don't." I laughed. "It was a mistake."

"Right." Zayn said, leaving and walking down the street the opposite way Summer went.

But, I could read him like a book. He wasn't sad, not the slightest bit. He was mad. He was going to be the one to cheat on her. He was mad she did it. He was going to act sad, so Summer would pick him out of sympathy. And, she will. OH MY GOD. Maybe, I'm a mind reader because that sure was creepy.

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Tony was congratulating me all night. "You did it." "Go you." "She loves you." Stuff like that. No one else would help me with Summer. I had to try. 

"I told her it didn't mean anything." I sighed. "For the last time." 

I turned to him "Tony, can I tell you something?" I said.

And, I said exactly what I'd been thinking about Zayn and Summer about everything.

"He wants to hurt her and nobody understands." I whined.

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SUMMERS P.O.V:

"Zayn!" I yelled for the third time.

"Go away, Summer."

"No, I need to talk to you. I didn't cheat on you!" I pleaded.

"Yes, you did! I saw you!" He said whirling around. "Just because we go on one date doesn't mean you can kiss other guys. I even told you I loved you. I know it was rushed but I really really like you Summer and I don't want anyone else to have you."

I didn't know what else to do. I kissed him. Half to shut him up and half to tell him I was sorry.

When I finally pulled away, I said "He said he didn't mean it, Zayn. I don't like him like that."

"Of course it meant something." He said, placing a kiss on my head and walking off.

I was beyond confused.

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HARRYS P.O.V: 

Summer. All I wanted was for Summer to forgive me. Why was it so hard? I chewed on my muffin violently as the door bell rung. The last person I wanted to see. My "best" mate from Cali.

"Heyy, man!" Louis said jumping onto the couch.

"Louis, hey." I said, trying to sound as happy as I could.

"I'm going to invite some friends over okay mate?"

"No! When you say some friends, you mean the whole state. This is my sisters house." I protested.

Not like he'd listen, within two hours our house was packed. I tried so hard to get them out. But, finally I sighed in defeat and sat on my bed. When I saw Summer coming home. Great. 

SUMMERS P.O.V:

I was still confused. Talk about mixed signals. I thought as I fiddeled with the key on the door, I could hear music from outside. It was probably Harry, I groaned and walked in. I dropped my keys. Who were all these people?

"Harry!" I yelled. He kept becoming a better and better big brother.

"Hey babe." A guy with straight brown hair came up to me, winking.

"Is their something wrong with your eye?" I tried to hold back a laugh. That got him angry, not angry enough I guess.

"You one of Harry's friends?" He asked.

"Sister actually."

"Even better."

"Where is he."

"That doesn't matter." He said, as he ran his hand down my leg.

"Where is he?!" I screamed.

He laughed. "Fiesty." and he pressed his lips to my face, trying to bring me upstairs at the same time.  Great, I was going to get raped in my own house, and whose fault was it? Harry's. I squirmed a little trying to break free and finally I got hold of my hand and slapped him. Hard. And, I screamed as loud as I could "Harry!", running upstairs.

He burst out of his room. "What? What is it?" 

I burst. "How could you do this to me? These people are horrible. This is my house!" I knew I wasn't getting one thought across, but I was mad and sad and I just didn't know what to saw. 

He ran over to me, worried. "What- what happened." 

I softened a little. "Your friend h-he.."

I don't know how, but he knew what I meant, and he knew who I meant. 

He ran down the stairs, in anger. I hoped he wasn't going to kill him. I watched as he yelled at him, things like "Are you fucking sick?" "That's my sister!" Punching him over and over. 

I couldn't watch anymore. "Harry! Stop!" I yelled, running down in between them. "You're going to kill him!" 

I saw the anger in his eyes turn soft again, as he yelled at everyone to get out..

Once everyone left. He turned to me. "I'm sorry." 

I hugged him.

He was mumbling things like "I didn't want to have the party." "Louis invited all those people." "I couldn't get them out." "I'm so sorry." 

I looked up at him. "I believe you" I'm pretty sure he knew it meant about everything. Including my father.