Washed up & Broken (One Direction Fan Fiction)

Chapter 9

I step back and stare at Louis in shock. He pushes me away from the cameras, towards their dressing room, mumbling profanities under his breath. The rest of the boys and Krysta quickly follow behind and once they're in, Liam slams and locks the door. He glares at Louis, and then flat out back hands him. I gasp and some of us flinch.

"Liam!" I exclaim.

"I gave you restrictions, Kat," Liam says, getting up in my face. "I. Gave. You. Restrictions," I back up, considering he's towering over me and leaning down in my face.

"Mate, back down her," I hear Louis say. I turn to look at him but Liam grabs my face and makes me looks at him instead. "Mate! Liam!" Harry tugs on Liam's arm and Liam lets me go to turn to Harry.

"Touch me again," he says in a low voice. "I dare you," Harry's green eyes go wide, and he slowly backs up against the door. Liam turns back to me and I shrink back against Louis. Louis wraps me close to him, and Liam's eyes flare up in anger.

"You. Cannot. Be. Together," He hisses at us. "You stupid, idiot, ignorant, mindless, cocky liar!" He spits at me. I jump back at how loud his voice gets and curl into Louis, wanting Liam to go away and stop yelling.

And then fury boils up in me.

I turn and peek out at him with teary blue eyes.

"You have the nerve to call me stupid. An idiot. Ignorant. Cocky, mindless, and a LIAR?!" I ask. "You're one to talk. You left me for three. Whole. Years." I stand up and step closer to me. "You're awful, annoying, ugly, cocky, full of yourself, and NOT the boy I used to know. I hate you Liam James Payne. I hate you. And I hate, that I carry your last name. Prick," and with that, I grab the bag of sweats I had Molly drop off for me, and head to a bathroom to change. Screw this stupid award show. I could care less about it. I dress in my clothes, make sure the coast is clear of people I know, and I pull up my hood. I'm surprised when a white beanie falls out and on to my head. I put my high ponytail into a low ponytail, slip it on, along with the hood. It's dangerously hot in here, but oh well.

When I step back through the nearest exit, I feel rain hit my face. And I hear thunder rumble high in the sky. I take off jogging down the street, trying to get away. I remember I have money in my purse. I pull the drawstring back that had my sweats, now carrying my purse and dress, from my shoulder and open it. I pull out the purse and pull out a twenty, hailing a cab. I direct him to the hotel and pay him. I hop out and head up to the room I was in with Molly, praying she's in there. I need someone to talk to that isn't involved in that "crowd."

I knock on the door and wait. I hear talking, someone laugh, and then the door opens. Molly stands there and looks shocked when I show up all rain covered and frizzy haired.

"What?" Is what she asks.

"I need to talk," I say, pushing past her into the room. I go to my suitcase and pull out some clothes. I jump into the tiny bathroom and change, gently sniffing the shirt to calm me down.

You see, Niall gave it to me on the plane to use as a blanket and I haven't given it back because the smell calms me down. I sit down on the sink for a second, trying to stop my head from spinning. There's a knock on the door and I open it. Molly stands out there, her long brown hair now thrown into a ponytail.

"Explain!" She demands.

"I dare you to search "Louis Tomlinson" on the internet and see the most recent headline," I challenge, walking out into the hotel room and flopping down on the bed. "Just do it," Molly shrugs and pulls out her iPhone. She opens an app, types, and then stares as she reads the screen. She looks up at me, and back down at her phone.

"How did this happen?" Molly asks.

"I don't know!" I exclaim, my head pounding making my skull feel like it's splitting in half. "We kissed each other after One Direction's performance,"

"Well why did you come back then?" Molly sits down next to me on the bed and tucks back a baby hair that slipped from my bun.

"Liam blew up and I told him I hated him and we were fine weeks ago and now we're back to how we were once he left," I explain. I look at Molly, confusion across her face. "Liam walked out on me when I was 16 and left me all alone, I had no parents, it's a confusing story. But he never called, texted, emailed, or sent anything. He just was gone one day and now he's Mr. Rich and Famous and On Top of The World."

"I'm so sorry," Molly whispers. "I didn't know... Did anyone follow you?"

"Not that I know of," I say, shaking my head. And as if on Que, there's a knock on the door. Molly and I exchange a look, and then she stands up and walks to the door. She peers out the peephole, and then opens the door. I hear a familiar, happy voice, and then Niall shows up in the doorway.

"There's my favorite girl!" He exclaims, tackling me into a hug. I can't help but giggle and hug him back, enjoying how warm he is. "How are you?"

"Bad, get off me," I demand. Niall pulls off me and sits on the bed across from me. Molly returns and sits down next to me. "How are the others?"

"Bad as well," Niall says, pressing his lips together.

"Niall why aren't you at the award show?" Molly asks. He shrugs and runs his fingers up through his hair. He changed from the sparkly outfit to basic sweats.

"I got permission to leave. I couldn't leave my girl all alone!" He exclaims. I grin at him. He can just make anything better by walking into the room. "But Liam was a wreck. He wouldn't come out of the dressing room and he was all teary eyed. And Louis was just kind of quiet and didn't look at Liam,"

"I'll leave you two alone," Molly says. I nod and Molly stands up, walking out of the hotel room. Going who knows where.

"So, wanna ditch this place? The boys have to go to an after party and won't be back until,like, 3 AM. We have all night," Niall says, kicking my foot with his foot.

"Sure, do you have money?" I ask, immediately regretting the question. Niall gives me a stern look and I shrug. "Star Bucks?"

"Star Bucks and then a movie," Niall says.

"Yes!" I agree. Niall stands up and holds out his hand. I take it and we walk out of the room, hand in hand. What is this? I don't like Niall, I like Louis! I kissed Louis! Louis kissed me! We like each other. I drop Niall's hand and shove mine in my pocket, looking at the shag hotel carpeting. Niall giggles a little bit at something. "What?"

"You're wearing my shirt," He says. "That's all."