Lydia's P. O. V.
This always happens. We fight and we talk it out. Sometimes I just wish people would let me be mad about stuff. I don't feel the satisfaction if I can't stay mad. Driving back to the boy's flat I was thinking about everything that had happened. I realized that I was wrong to take sides. But, all I could see was Drew, my big brother basically hurting. Family over friends right? But I was wrong. But so was she. Sort of. I'm still confused. I really just want to crawl into bed and never come out again and it would suit me fine. Hide from the world, hide from the drama, the hate, school, life. When I got to the flat all the boys were outside in the pool, except Niall. He's probably sleeping off his hangover. I don't feel like swimming so, I trudge upstairs to their music room. Going through the sheet music I found "Love Somebody", and Phillip Phillips new song, "For You". I positioned myself and began to play on their piano, and sang the lyrics. I heard the boys from downstairs but kept on playing. Once I was done, I looked up and Drew was standing in the doorway. "I've missed hearing you play." He said. I ran my fingers lightly over the keys. "Yeah. Do I still sound like an elephant stomping on the piano?" I teased. Shaking his head, he walked over to me and stood in front of the piano leaning on the top. "No. You don't." He laughed. "When you were first starting out your dad got so mad when you would bang on the keys. He would say if "if I wanted you to hit things, I would give you boxing lessons. Lighten. Up." And you would. You were terrible! You were better at guitar when you first started. And now you're amazing at both. You make me jealous." He teased. I laughed. "I was pretty horrible wasn't I? But that's how everyone starts out right?" He nodded. "I guess so. But you look like you want to be alone, so I'll go. But I just wanted to hear you." He said and started walking out. "Drew?" I called. He turned. "I want you to know that my dad would be proud of you, and I know you feel like you're not doing your job right now. But I can't help but feel that it'll work out." He just nodded and walked out. I got a Tweet and it was a link for YouTube. I watched it. It was a video of Niall so I sent it to Abby. She texted back a few minutes later.
**MY FUCKING OVARIES!**
I chuckled and shot her a confirmation text. I got up and grabbed a guitar. Strumming a few chords mindlessly, I was playing "Hold On" by Ed SheeranIt's alright to cry, even my dad does sometimes
So don't wipe your eyes, tears can remind you're alive
It's alright to die, if that's the only thing you haven't tried
But just for tonight, hold on[Chorus:]
So live life like you're giving up, cause you act like you are
Go ahead and just live it up
Go on and tear me apart
It's alright to shake, even my hand does sometimes
So inside we'll rage, against the dying of the light
It's alright to say, that that's the only thing you haven't tried
But just for today, Hold on
So live life like you're giving up, cause you act like you are
Go ahead and just live it up
Go on and tear me apart, hold on [x2]And I just kept strumming random songs, random chords until someone took the guitar out of my hands. I looked up to see Harry. His hair wet from swimming, bare chest, and a towel slung around his waist to keep his shorts from dripping. "May I help you?" I asked. "Lydia you've been up here for three hours." He said. Really? Was I really that out of it? I haven't done that since my dad passed. "Oh, really? Hmm. What about it?" I asked. "I'm worried about you." He said, with a soft frown. "No need to. I'm fine Haz." I say standing up. He searches my face. Placing the guitar its place he pulls me to him. He looks in my eyes. As if searching for any evidence that I'm not okay. "Babe, if I wasn't okay you would know with a glance. I'm fine." I say, pecking his lips. He deepens my small kiss, with a new eagerness. I silently laugh at him. Cheeky boy. I think. He rests his forehead on mine. His eyes look a little...sad? My concern grows. "Haz, are YOU okay?" "I'm fine." He says. "You sit on the Throne of Lies, what is it?" I ask running a hand through his hair, and placing it on his cheek. "I'll tell you later. Don't worry about it. But right now the boys want you downstairs." He said, linking his fingers through mine. I frown softly. Is he dying? Is he breaking up with me? No, that would be a stupid ass decision which I would choose to ignore. We got downstairs and the boys weren't anywhere to be seen. "Where are the b-AHHH! HARRY EDWARD STYLES PUT ME DOWN!" I screamed. Pounding my fists on his back. I hate it when he does this. He started laughing at my distress. "Harry Styles! I will make sure you never ever have children again if you don't put me down!" I yelled. "Whatever you say, baby." He shrugged. It's a trap! I went to run only to be grabbed by someone else. "Who the hell has me now!" I exclaimed. The person laughed. "LOUIS WILLIAM TOMLINSON!" I screamed. This only made him laugh harder. Then I realized. We are outside. What the hell are they doing? He swung around and I caught sight of Drew, Zayn, and Liam on the edge of the pool. They were all laughing, aw Zayn's an adorable laugher. Focus Lydia! "I'm gonna call Eleanor and tell her Larry is real! And she'll believe me cause I practically live with you crazy ass people!" I yelled. Louis quit laughing. The next thing I know? I'm in the pool. They are ALL dead. I surface. I swim to the edge and pull myself out. They're all cackling. "Yeah yeah yeah, laugh it up. Very funny, throw the hungover girl in the pool. No problem. Except for the fact that I will get all of you back. Sooner or later it will come and you won't be laughing." I threatened. Drew quit laughing first. He knows what I do...I go to Abby and we plot out what to do. "She's not kidding." He warns. "It won't happen all at once. It'll be strung out one at a time." He said. They all look at me with this "oh shit" look. I grab Harry's towel from around his waist and wrap it around myself. "Who's idea was it? It was kind of cool." I said. Harry and Drew reluctantly raised their hands. Perfect. Then I realized. Where's our hysterical little leprechaun? "Guys, where's Niall?" I asked. They all shrugged. "Our cupboards are practically empty so he probably went out for food." Liam said. After that we all went inside and dried off an changed into normal clothes. Yes, I have a part of his closet, and a drawer of my stuff here. And Harry has a drawer at my house. We all piled into the kitchen and were drinking some soda when Drew spewed some of his. "Niall's missing, and Abby needed "alone time". Does that sound suspicious to anyone else?" He asked. We all exchanged looks. "Um, let's not blow up just yet unless we know for sure they're gone." I said. But he was already out the door with his truck keys in hand. Shit. "Everyone follow the angry man. This is not a drill! I repeat this is NOT a drill!" And we all ran out and piled into my Jeep and took off for my house. We got there and I unlocked it for Drew. We stumbled in. "Abby?" I called. No answer. Drew raked his hands through his hatless hair. "Does anyone know anything?" Everyone mumbled a "no", "nope","sorry", or "nuh uh". Louis was looking at the ground, not paying much attention. Drew noticed his behavior. "Tomlinson. You're being very quiet. You know somethin?" "Who me? No mate." He chuckled. Drew crossed over to him. And picked him up by his shirt. "What do you know!?" He roared. "Well, I know the square root of 69, and I know that five and five is ten, and I know that you are very angry." He rambled on. Drew shook him a little. "That's not what I meant Louis!" He yelled. Louis looked past Drew's head. "HAZZAA!!" He cried. Harry held up his hands. "Sorry Lou Bear. I'm not getting into that. I've already had my souvenir." He said. Louis glared, then turned back to do chuckling dryly. "Ha ha hi there. How are you today? Did you mess up your hair a different way today or is it just the light playing tricks? It looks very nice!" He said. "Louis. You have two seconds to tell me where they could be or I'm gonna make you wish you weren't born." Drew growled. "Drew." I warned gently, not really expecting him to listen to me. "Niall's flat. They went on a date to Nando's and he said they were at his flat." Louis said. Drew dropped him and dragged him with him to his truck. "You're gonna help me get there." He said as he drug him. "Follow the crazy man." I sighed. Drew got there about two minutes before us. We ran in behind Drew. "I thought I told you to never touch her." We heard Drew growl. Oh shit.
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