When Love Reaches...(One Direction Fanfiction)

Awkward...

---Zayn's P.O.V.----

I heard Fiona's voice from Harry's room when I woke up from my painful slumber. The place was a mess, leaving a medicine ball for my head to rest on, which ruined my hair, a chair leg poking into my side, and to top it off, a small couch to sleep on. Obviously I was drunk enough to think I was comfortable. 

I walked down the small corridor, leading to Harry's room. I heard Harry raise his voice. I walked in, witnessing the most worst sight I had ever seen.

MY girlfriend was in HARRY's bed, in HIS shirt, GIGGLING, while harry didn't look too happy...I was in such shock, I just blurted, "What the fuck?" 

Both their eyes widened, staring at me with shock. My eyebrows were stitched together, taking in the images that were happening. Real, live, horrible, images. My girlfriend had slept with Harry...

and he'd regret it!

---Harry's P.O.V.----

"YOU THEIF!" Zayn yelled before running towards me, knocking me to the floor.

"Zayn! What?!" I screamed at him, trying to push him off of me. 

He pinned my shoulders down, leaving me nothing to do...

"You stole my girlfriend! You think it's just okay to sleep with her?!" Zayn spat, his grip getting tighter.

Then, I threw my knee up, slamming it into his tail-bone, flying him behind me.

I got up, where another thing had contacted me, Zayn's fist. I ducked just enough for him to skid my temple. I could feel the throbbing. In that heat of the moment, I pushed him back onto the floor, covering my face from pain. 

Then, I looked at Fiona. Her mouth covered with her small hand, horrified and shocked. She had the tears in her eyes that made her eyes look more green. I hated that.

"Fiona-" I started to say.

"Save it. I'm done," She said, getting up and stepping out of my bedroom. I heard people stirring in the living room, then the front door slamming.

"Nice going!" Zayn yelled sarcastically from the corner I had pushed him into. 

I flipped him off and angrily slammed the bathroom door behind me. 

I screwed up, big time.

----Kendall's P.O.V.----

"...and he just...attacked Harry?" I clarified, checking my hair in the cab mirror. 

Fiona shook her head and replied, "Yep!"

The hostility in her voice scared the driver. He gulped and drove a little faster.

"It's just too much! I mean, we came to write, not to be with...boys!" She continued, yelling in the poor man's cab, "And I can't even write that well! I shouldn't be here!" 

That's when I stopped her by saying, "Fiona, please, don't say that about yourself. Breathe. I know you're in pain and that everything has a lot of pressure, but," I could feel my hands shaking when she looked at me, "you need to realize that it's about you and I here, not them. They need to perform and be famous, we need to write. So, can we just get back to writing when we get back?"

Fiona's face relaxed, taking a deep breath. Her head slumped into my shoulder, sobbing. I held her, carressing her hair back. 

"Shh, it's ok, we're almost home," I whispered, giving the driver an re-assuring look. 

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A/N: sorry it's kindof short :/ 

BUT I HAVE MORE IDEAS :)