QUICK AUTHOR'S NOTE::hi guys!! Sorry I haven't updated lately, I've been busy with my Harry Styles fanfic Over Again(you guys should read it and tell me what you think!!) But anyways, here it is! Chapter 14!
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I gasped as Niall's fists kept hitting Harry; harder and harder, faster and faster.
"You. Ass. Hole." Niall huffed as each punch landed.
"Layla...what the hell?" Liam weakly whimpered, scared of Niall's dark side. I glanced at the TV through my tear-filled eyes, which were constantly leaking.
HARRY STYLES CAUGHT GETTING HOT AND HEAVY WITH BANDMATE NIALL HORAN'S GIRL!! THE FIGHT IS ON TO WIN THIS GIRL'S HEART!
The headline screamed at me. I didn't understand. The windows were closed. The blinds and doors shut. How the hell did someone find out about this?
"Breaking news out of Holmes Chapel, England. This video was found on Styles's video camera, which was filming his suicide attempt." The announcer's voice constantly changed tones, making me nervous. Footage of Harry fixing his coat noose came up and I couldn't handle it anymore. Then he was on the phone with me. Then I was comforting him. We leaned up against the wall, kissing, and the camera got knocked to the ground, filming our makeout session. Had it really lasted that long?
Harry was screaming.
"NIALL! IT WAS A MISTAKE! I FORGOT SHE WAS YOURS!" Harry was crying now, his sobs breaking up his screams.
"You. Still. Kissed. Her." Niall was growling.
"NIALL QUIT IT!" I screamed, pulling him away. He looked so hurt. God, how could I do this to him? I was such a monster. Tears streamed down my face. What was wrong with me. "Nialler." I spoke softly. "It was a mistake. Please believe me."
"Give me one reason why, you slut." He mumbled.
I gasped, tears blurring my vision. "I'm a lot of things. But a slut?" I choked. Harry stood up, blood all over his face and clothes. "I'm not one of those. This was a mistake. But since you don't want to believe me, then this is over." I walked up to my room.
"Layla! Where are you going?!" Zayn shouted.
"HOME." I cried, slamming my bedroom door.
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