JORDAN'S P.O.V.
I dropped my laptop and began to cry I was getting a call from Niall this made me cry more. I chucked it across the room and it hit the wall. But the throw answered the call and turned on speaker NOOOOO!! I thought to myself.
"Jordan are you there!" no answer " well if you are listening I love you and..." I slammed the phone closed I didn't want to talk to him. Then I got a call from Zayn Naw I'm not answering. But Zayn didn't give up he kept calling. Until I heard yelling and keys. I quickly locked my bedroom door and fell back in bed crying.
I heard someone coming upstairs. Then pounding my door," OPEN THE FU**** DOOR JORDAN!!!" It was Zayn I.m not opening the door. The door crashed open Zayn was furious.
"TELL NIALL HOW BAD HE FU**ED UP!!" Niall came in obviously drunk.
"YOU'RE PPURTY!" he smelled like alcohol.
"GET HIM OUT" I shouted at Zayn.
"NOT UNTIL HE APOLOGIZES!" Zayn replied.
"HE'S DRUNK AND WHAT YOU SAY WHEN YOUR DRUNK IS TRUE WHAT DO YOU BET HE TOLD THAT GIRL, HE PROBABLY SAID THAT HE LOVED HER!!!" I shouted. Zayn stood there he didn't say anything I began to sob.
"GET THE HE** OUT NIALL!" Niall stumbled out the door Zayn slammed it and then came over and hugged me I cried into his shoulder.
"Zayn." I asked
"Yeah" he replied.
"Does he love her?" I asked.
"He loves you he was drunk. I hate him but I know he loves you." he replied.
"Zayn I can leave I don't want to ruin your band."
"YOU AREN'T LEAVING!" he shouted.
"Okay but Zayn why did Niall have a black eye and bloody nose when he came in."
