Got a secret, Can you keep it? (Jiall)

chapter 4

@Justinbieber: Still pathetic. They can't even sing, they're lucky I opened!

@justinbieber: Gay Direction

*Slap!*

I sat up fast, "WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK!?" I yelled.

I looked up to see Louis, Harry and Zayn.

"We saw what you tweeted!" Zayn spat.

"Ugh, why'd you fucking hit me!?" I growled, rubbing my cheek.

"You deserved it!" Liam spat. They were hovering over me, so I was basically trapped.

"I don't know what you're talking about. Those Tweets were like two days ago." I rolled my eyes, "And that wasn't even me."

"Don't bullshit us, we're talking about this morning's Tweets!" Louis pulled his phone out, showing me my Twitter. I snatched his phone.

"What the hell-"

"Give that back!" Louis snatched his phone back off me.

"I didn't write that!" I was quick to defend myself.

"Really Justin? its on your Twitter." Zayn pointed out.

"Well how do you suppose I got on Twitter, considering my damn phone is gone!" I pushed passed them, getting off the couch.

"Is this your phone?" Niall stepped in front of me, holding out my purple cased phone.

"Yes." I hissed, grabbing it and examining it for possible damage. "Where'd you get it from?" I muttered.

"A thanks would be nice." Niall chuckled, "I found it outside on the floor ten minutes ago."

"See, there's your proof I didn't Tweet it." I said, all the while deleting the Twitter posts.

The boys mumbled a few words to each other, then scattered across the bus.

Louis, however, walked straight up to me, "Listen here, Beaver," Louis whispered firmly, so only I could hear him, "You watch your back, because I don't believe a single ounce of bull that's come from your mouth, pretty boy. I will Make your life on this bus a living hell, I will make you suffer." Louis threatened.

Once Louis left, I snatched up my wallet, feeling quite fucked off.

Niall's POV:

I fiddled with my phone, sighing as I thought about those nasty Tweets Justin made earlier. He was like my idol, and it hurt seeing him write things like that.

He may deny it, but I don't know what to believe. I looked up to see Justin stomping his way off the bus.

"Where do you think you're going?" Liam asked.

"I'm going out, which has nothing to do with you." Justin shot back.

"For god sakes, Justin. Unfortunately, we're still responsible for what you do when you're with us. You'll stay put, because fans, whether they're ours or yours, will go nuts." Liam groaned. Justin only smirkes.

"You think I'm scared of fans?" Justin chuckled as he walked off the bus, and into the dark streets and ally's.

"Ugh, Zayn go get Paul... Niall, Harry and Lou, lets go fetch the idiot." Liam sighed.

"No, he wanted to go out there, let that be his funeral. Hazza and I are just fine where we are." Louis crossed his arms.

Liam rolled his eyes, "You may not like him, but we'll be in so much trouble if he goes missing." Liam said. Louis humphed, frowning.