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

Chapter Seventy-Four.

Meghan’s P.O.V.

I stood outside our room for about ten minutes. Liam had the key and wasn’t in the room. I sat on the floor and went on Twitter.

"@purpple_meghan @Real_Liam_Payne babe, where are you?! Sat outside our room like a twat because you have the key!”

Instantly my mentions filled up with things like; “Awwh! Aren’t they so cute?!”  “Pleeeeaaaseeeee just get married like now!”

I was about to reply to some of them when my phone started ringing. It was Harry. "Hello?"

"I’ve just seen your tweet... go up to our room. It’s 511. I’m with Liam and we uh- we might be a while." He said, sounding worried.

"Why what’s happened? Are you ok? Is Liam ok?" I asked, getting worried myself.

"Yeah, yeah. We’re just sorting something out." He replied, obviously lying. "See you soon!" The line went dead. What’s going on?

Aimee’s P.O.V.

I answered the door to a distraught looking Meghan. "What’s wrong?" I instantly asked. She pushed passed me and sat on my bed.

"Something’s wrong with Liam and Harry won’t tell me." She looked like she was about to cry.

"Hang on, I’ll phone Harry." She nodded and I walked out onto the balcony, dialling Harry’s number in the process.

"Hey babe. Is Meghan there?" He asked.

"Yeah she just arrived. What’s wrong with Liam?" I heard him sigh.

"He doesn’t like the way Meghan is treating Danielle." He said quietly.

"What? That’s stupid. All she did was throw a chip at her? I was the one who said something to her."

"That’s what I said – not that I’m blaming you or anything but you know what I mean."

"Meghan’s almost in tears, she’s worried about Liam." I sighed, taking a quick glance at her. I heard Harry curse under his breath.

"I’ve almost got him convinced it was no big deal. I’ll see you soon babe."

"Alright, bye." Harry hung up and I sighed. I slowly walked back into the room.

"Well...?" Meghan asked.

"Nothing’s happened. They’re coming up here soon." I replied.

I opened the door a while later and Liam walked in looking pissed off. "Liam are you ok?" Meghan asked, standing up.

Meghan’s P.O.V.

"Fucking fantastic." I winced as he spoke with harsh tones. Liam hardly ever swears. I looked at Harry who just shrugged his shoulders and mouthed ‘I tried’.

"What’s happened?" I asked.

"Like you don’t know." He snapped.

"I don’t, that’s the thing." I said, really not knowing what was going on. Liam moved closer to me. Not in a romantic way, but in a threatening way. Shit.

"No Meghan, the thing is how you’re treating Danielle."He growled.

"What? I haven’t said two words to her!" I protested.

"Doesn’t matter. You threw food at her. I know what you’re like. You’ll continue this through the whole holiday." He said, still with the angry tone in his voice.