The art that is One Direction

Chapter 16

I knocked on Harry's door after his anger had been unleashed. "Harry?" I asked, carefully opening the door to his room. He sat on his bed, without a word, his shoulders tense. "Harry, I know how you feel," I said softly. I sat next to him, patting his back, trying to find any way to make him feel better. "I've been thinking...." he said, "maybe we should fake a relationship." I froze, FAKE a relationship? As in, pretend to love anyone but Zayn? Although I felt my heart ached when Zayn and Willow were together, forcing my heart in pain, I still loved him.

The knock on the door had startled me. It worried me even more to know that it was Zayn and Willow. Harry, please find some relief from your anger. His hands tightened, his jaw clenched, a sign for Zayn to run. Before Harry's anger grew more, he pulled me close and kissed me, to tease Zayn and get some effort out of the fight he created. That's it, my life flashed before my eyes. "You asshole!" Zayn yelled, running towards Harry, throwing a punch. A tear fell down my face, it's all my fault. I fell as Harry pushed me away, kicking and punching Zayn to the ground. "No!" I cried. Shannon lifted me off the ground, taking me to another room as Niall and Louis tried to break things up.

Willow attempted to drag Harry upstairs, he refused to go anywhere with her. "Please Harry, it's just a misunderstanding!" Willow pleaded. "I don't trust you anymore Willow, it's over!" Harry yelled, walking to the kitchen and slamming his head into the bench. I cried, was it all over? Was my heart in pieces all over again? "At least I don't go kissing everyone!" Willow replied. She grabbed the remote and threw it at the wall, running upstairs. "Yep, because your less of a slut than any other bitch I know!" he yelled back sarcastically. Zayn was still on the ground, moaning in pain and coughing up blood.

I felt as though I was in as much pain as he was, the group was separating, right in front of my own eyes. "Come on Lora, maybe you should go upstairs," Liam suggested. It's the first time he's used my name Lora instead of Lala, but now wasn't the time for jokes and games. You know what, he was right. Go upstairs and give that bitch what she deserves. I ran to her room and kicked the door open. "Fuck you!" I yelled, jumping on her back and pulling her hair. Her scream was the only thing that got the groups attention. She pulled my shirt and pinned me to the ground, punching and kicking me. She was so strong, my pain had expanded by millions. "Your the bitch in this joint! You kissed my boyfriend!" Willow yelled.

Liam pulled her off me, it was such a relief to breath, even though it felt as if my ribs were crushed. Liam pushed Willow into Harry. "Sort it out!" he yelled. Harry lightly pushed her away, sitting on the stairs. Willow sat on the opposite side, avoiding talking to Harry. My lip and nose were covered in blood, Willow was almost untouched. Zayn lifted me up from the ground, my scream in pain forced him to be more gentle. "Let me explain babe," he said softly. I pushed his arms away. "Fuck off, I don't love you anymore!" I cried. He knew I was lying, but took my words to heart. Zayn walked away, pushing into Liam and pressing on his split lip. Liam crouched down in front of me, holding both hands in his and looking at the face Willow enjoyed damaging.

"Strong girl she is," he sighed. A tear fell down my face. It felt like the sharpest swords were pierced into my heart, bit just one, but five. I held my right arm to my chest, watching Liam stare so innocently as tears just fell to his hands. "Is it over?" I whispered. It's almost as if sympathy got the best of him. Tears fell down his face too. "I don't know love," Liam sighed, wiping away his tears and straighten up. To me, it felt like love was just a word, the feeling didn't exist anymore.

"When your ready to talk to Zayn, let me know," he whispered, patting my legs and leaving. Please don't go. Alright, it's times like these I seriously need to get my act together and start making changes for the better. Zayn is talking to Willow, starting to get pretty annoyed. From a quiet talk, to another fight, this wasn't the boys' night. Harry walked over to me, touching my sore lip. "Ouch!" I cried. He slowly backed away. "Dam," he sighed. We looked down from the corridor upstairs to see Willow shoving Zayn away. I was starting to question if the fighting was Willow or my fault. Harry and I ran downstairs to stop another fight. "It's all your fault!" Zayn yelled to Willow. "Well maybe you should stop showing off and flirting with me!" Willow yelled back. I held Zayn's arms to his back, Willow being held by Harry. "Let's sort this out in the frontyard," he whispered angrily in Willow's ear. I knew I should never have trusted her, to think I did, for one second.