Your Friends, They Look Good, But You Look Better.

Chapter Forty-Five.

Meghan’s P.O.V.

Liam walked in to the kitchen. "Um, need a hand?"

"No...?" I said, confused.

"I was told you did?"

"Oh... well I’m fine." I said.

"Here, let me help you anyway." He reached out for a glass.

"Liam, I don’t need a hand." He grabbed a glass but it slipped off the counter. It hit the floor and smashed. I sighed, frustrated and bent down to pick up the broken glass.

"Meghan leave it, I’ll get a brush."

"It’s glass, it’s not going to kill me." It was like I’d just jinxed myself. A bit of glass pierced my hand and was stuck in my skin. Ouch. Aimee and Harry came running in.

"What happened?" Harry asked.

"We’re making pancakes, can’t you tell?" I said, sarcastically. I stood up with the glass hanging out of my hand. I turned on the hot water and put my hand under it. I pulled out the glass cursing. By the time I got it out they had the glass brushed up.

"Is your hand ok?" Liam asked.

"Peachy." I walked out and sat in the living room. Liam was starting to annoy me. Why does love have to be so complicated?

Aimee’s P.O.V.

"Yes Aimee, I’ll go help Meghan with the drinks." Liam said, as he glared at me and I held my hands up in defence. "I’m going to see Danielle." He lifted his jacket and walked out. Harry pulled me close to him.

"Maybe you should stop playing Cupid for a while?" I looked down. I’ve made Meghan and Liam get further apart rather than closer together. I just want Meghan to be happy and she clearly is with Liam. "Come on." He smiled at me and took my hand. He led me up stairs to his bedroom. "What do you say we ditch everyone and go out for dinner?"

"Sure, I’ve had enough of everyone for one day." We both laughed. He went away to get changed but came back.

"Fancy or not fancy?"

"I’m in a pizza mood." I stated.

"Why don’t we get a delivery then?" I smiled and nodded.

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Half an hour later the most nicest smelling pizza ever arrived. It was a good pizza, with chicken, bacon, peppers, onions and barbeque sauce. We'd just polished it off when I checked my phone. "Shit I better get home, it’s getting late." I stood up and headed for the door.

"I’ll walk you home."

"I have my car...?"

"Damn." Harry mumbled. I rolled my eyes and kissed him and got into my car. I realised Meghan’s mini was gone so she must have left earlier. I got home and walked in.

"Mum, I’m home!"

"Dinner’s in the oven!"

"I had a pizza at Harry’s."

"For God’s sake, I don’t know why I bother sometimes." I rolled my eyes and ran upstairs. I changed into my pjs and got into bed and went on Twitter. My mentions were filled with fans, and haters.

“Are you back together with Harry?”  “I love your voice, its amazing!”  “You suck; your voice is so squeaky.” That one hurt. I sighed and turned off the laptop. I got myself comfortable and fell asleep.