Loud Laughs and Silent Tears

Make Up

When Niall walked in, the first thing he noticed was the nineteen year old lad who was eating breakfast.

Not the drowning, shuddering girl on the couch.

He felt slightly guilty for sleeping with Zayn instead of her.

But he needed a night for himself, for the first time since he met Noah, he thought of himself first.

Can you blame him?

He loved her with all his heart, just like she needed him to. He loved her more than he loved anyone else.

But she didn't have the same with him.

He had to share her love with Carter.

Urgh, his name made him wonna puke. That little brat was taking Noah away from him.

She expected him to love her more than anything, though she might love Carter more than she loved him.

How is that fair?

"Morning."

Liam muttered, his mouth full of pancakes.

"Morning."

He replied bored, his gaze now fixed on Noah.

"What's up?"

The older lad asked, noticing the weird look in the Irish man's eyes.

"I'm looking for someone to make me breakfast."

"I can cook you something."

"Naah, I think I'll pass. You're cooking skills are terrible."

Liam pouted, though he easily forgave him simply because of his Irish charm.

Is it just me or does everything sound better with that accent?

"Jeez, thanks Ni. Go ask Harry then."

The blonde boy shrugged and walked up the stairs, opening one of the big wooden doors.

Harry was laying on the bed, wrapped in white blankets, gently stroking a sleeping Louis's arm.

"Morning"

He flashed Niall a faint smile, before turning his attention back on the boy in his arms.

Louis looked tired, worn out even, his hair in his eyes and a pained look on his gorgeous face.

"He looks awful, I know."

The curly lad sighed, meaning Lou seemed hurt, not ugly.

"How long?"

Niall asked, a bit of a vague question, though he knew what he ment immediately.

"All night."

He whiped the hair at of his closed eyes.

"Will you make me breakfast?"

The Irish boy asked out of the blue, hoping that Harry would say yes.

But he rolled his eyes, shaking his head.

"No, I'm not leaving him."

Zayn's P.O.V.

I lifted the sheets up and crawled out of my bed.

Enough thinking for one day.

I stood up, throwing some random shirt on on my way downstairs.

When I made it to the bottom stair, I noticed Larry trailing behind me.

Harry had his arm wrapped around Louis's waist, who rested his head on his shoulder. The curly lad was stroking Lou's hair, which was sticking up in different directions.