Loud Laughs and Silent Tears

Revenge

Harry's P.O.V.

We sat in the car on our way back home, some Daft Punk blasting through the speakers. Noah was hidden away in Niall's arms, who was absolutely outraged.

He wanted to stop the signing, but Noah insisted on continuing. The fangirl inside her knew how disappointed those girls would be. So she faked a smile and calmed our Irish lad down. Now we were done, she could finally express er real feelings.

"Like seriously, what was that bitch thinking?"

Niall yelled, his fists clenched.

"That's the point. They weren't thinking. But all is fine now, okay? It stings a little, that's it."

Noah whispered, stroking his back soothingly. Funny. It's supposed to be the other way around.

"I wish I could make it better."

He pouted, his eyes were made out of pure sadness. As if someone had mixed all the sad puppies in them. This as worse then no network connection.

"I know what'll make this better. Louis, can you turn up the volume a little?"

She asked, her gaze now pointed at the older lad. He sent her a quick wink and soon, the music blasted through the whole car. And the rest of the world probably.

"Ya see?"

Niall nodded, wrapping his arms even tighter around her. He kissed her cheek rapidly, as if to kiss her pain away.

"Way better."

I chuckled at her and she smiled back. But that smile soon faltered, her eyes fixed on her converse.

"Err, guys? I'm sorry for this morning."

She whispered, her voice trembling a little.

Woah, talkin' bout a mood swing.

"Hey, don't be. It's just as much our fault as it was yours."

I kissed the tip of her nose, though her smile didn't return. She rested her head on my shoulder and Zayn shot her a reassuring look. Her eyes lit up for a second, before closing.

"You tired?"

Liam asked, turning around in his seat, 'cause he sat shotgun. She nodded in response, not even opening her eyes.

"I think you should come to our concert tonight though."

I encouraged her and she let out a sigh.

"Fine."

She muttered, nuzzling closer to me. We looked a bit hurt. I thought she liked coming to our gigs? Her eyes widened as soon as she saw our expressions.

"Jeez, I didn't mean it like that. I'm just not feeling very well. Urgh, why do I always mess everything up?"

She exclaimed, the last part barely audible. I leaned closer, my lips only inches from her ear.

"What was that last part?"

I whispered, just as the car came to a stop. We pulled up in front of the house.

"Err, nothing."

She muttered, before running out of the car towards the door.

"What's up with her?"

I wondered out loud and Zayn rested his hand on my shoulder.

"She's fine, don't worry. I've got it."

He said, looking at me in a stern way. His eyes said 'don't ask any questions'. I trusted him, so I kept my mouth shut.

Noah's P.O.V.