When A Hater Calls

Chapter 10

Danielle's POV:

I fall asleep on the couch, hoping Liam would come around and talk to me. He never came back. 

I wake up when I hear the bus door closing. I snap up and Harry meets my eyes. His eyes are bloodshot and my best guess is that he got drunk last night. 

"Harry, are you okay?" I ask, standing to my feet.

"I should be asking you that. You look awful." He responds. Leave it to Harry to give a good compliment. 

I look at the ground and push some hair behind my ears.

"I'm fine."

He walks across the room and lifts my chin up to look at him.

"Are you sure?" His voice is full of concern.

I breath out in frustration. Harry is so sweet.

"Well-"

"Can I talk to Danielle alone?" Liam snaps as he walks in.

I'm surprised by his attitude. What is his problem? 

Well I get why he'd have an attitude towards me but why Harry?

Harry glances at me and raises his eyebrows as if to ask if it's ok. I nod and he nods back.

"Yea, go ahead mate." He complies, backing away from me. 

Harry exits the bus and I can't help but notice the way Liam glares at him the whole way out.

"Why were you so hostile towards him?" I scold, trying to sound brave but it comes out as a squeak.

"Did you see him? He was all over you." He snaps for the sixth time in the last two minutes.

I open my mouth. Liam is..jealous? I've never seen this side of him.

"He was just comforting me, Liam, he was barely even here for a minute. There's nothing to worry about."  I assure him and mean it.

Is he really that paranoid?

"I've seen comforting, and that wasn't it. I should have known better than to walk out last night." He says, rubbing a hand over his face.

"It's ok, Liam, you were right to leave me alone last night. I did something terrible to you." I sympathize, looking at the ground.

He looks at me angrily and I feel three feet tall.

"Why do you do that? Stop being so kind and understanding. It makes me feel like a fucking jerk for acting like this." He replies with hostility.

"I can't help it. I agree with you, you deserve to be a jerk to me." I shrug. 

The distance between us is uncomfortable. He's so angry with me. I stare at the ground and prepare myself for whatever happens. 

I just pray that he won't break up with me over this. He wouldn't, would he? Liam breathes out in frustration and takes a few steps towards me.

"Don't say that. You don't deserve to be treated like this." He says and hope fills the empty spaces in me.

I look up and he's a bit closer now. I mess with my hands, it feels so wrong to fight with him.

"Are you still angry with me?" I choke out.

He's beside me now. We're so close but so far away and my skin starts to feel hot at the way I can feel his eyes on me.

"I was never really angry with you. Just hurt." He admits, reaching for my hand.

"Oh." 

There's a silence for a while and I don't really know what to do or say. I glance over and catch Liam looking at me too. He looks away and clears his throat.