Three Way Relationship

6-Love Isn't Meant To feel Like This

Justin's POV

I was so mad, so furious.

I don't even know where half the anger came from, it was just there.

Why can't Niall and Zayn understand me?

I felt so lost, confused, and heartbroken.

Why am I soaked in all this emotion? Is there something wrong with me?

Maybe I was over-reacting? But, still, Niall and Zayn didn't get what I was saying.

I didn't deserve to go to jail today, I am sure of it.

I used self defence, so why did they blame me?

I explained it, didn't I?

I sighed, rubbing my hand over my face as I sat down in the spare room.

There were two rooms in the house, and I knew I couldn't sit in our bedroom if I was fighting with Niall and Zayn.

I didn't want to face them, I wanted to be alone, I think.

"Justin?" Zayn's voice called through the flat.

I didn't reply, instead I laid down on the bed, biting my lip.

There were two knocks on the door, before I heard Niall speak, "Justin, you in there?"

"Go away." I replied, squeezing my eyes shut.

"Babe, please come out, we can talk about this." Niall sighed.

"No, we've talked, now I want to be left alone." I spat, my eyes fluttering open.

"Justin, please? We love you, so, so much." Zayn spoke up.

"If you love me, leave me alone." I said, looking up at the ceiling.

"If that's what you want." Zayn said, sounding hurt.

"Yes." I stated, but truth be told that was an absolute lie on my behalf.

"We love you." Niall said, before I heard the both of them walk away.

I curled up, frowning.

I make everything worse, don't I?

Niall's POV

Zayn and I sat on the couch, silence surrounding us.

What were we supposed to do to fix this?

Justin is upset with us, and we can't come up with a way to get Justin to see how much we love him?

We suck at being boyfriend's.

I sighed, staring down at the coffee table.

"What do we do?" Zayn mumbled.

I licked my lips, "I don't bloody know."

Zayn stood up, walking towards the home phone.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"I'm calling Pattie." Zayn replied.

"Justin's mum? Why?" I asked, raising a brow.

"To discuss about Justin, I want him to go to our school." Zayn said, walking back over to the couch with the home phone in his hand.

"She's not going to agree, its been what? a year? She always says no." I stated.

"She better say yes, because in the end, Justin is moving regardless." Zayn said, dialing her number.

I sighed, resting my head in my hands, and propping my elbows on my knees.

Zayn licked his lips, "Hi Pattie, this is Zayn - No, actually. I wanted to discuss Justin's schooling. - I know, but the - I'm not trying to ruin his future, Pattie. - I understand, but if you truly care about him, you'd give this a chance. - Its not a threat, but your son is going through hell." Zayn rolled his eyes.