*Harry's POV.*
I was gonna get that little fuck. No matter what. He probably made her screw him. Damn Liam. Always looking so attractive and making the girls fall in love.
Damn.
Tears were falling down my face and I heard Niall shouting my name. But, I didn't give a fuck.
When I finally got to Liam's house, I turned the knob and ran in.
"LITTLE FUCK, COME OUT WHEREVER YOU ARE!" I screeched, loudly.
I heard a rustle upstairs. Well, well, well.. guess who's scared.
I scowled.
"LIAM, I HEAR YOU!" I yelled running up the stairs.
Haha, dumbass..
"Harry, you need to calm down." Liam cooed. He always did that, made me feel like a kid. But at the same time made me feel better.
No.
Not again.
"Liam, I don't wanna hurt you." I suddenly calmed.
Damn you, Liam.
"It wasn't her. It wasn't Maria. I screwed up. I was drunk. I didn't have sex with Maria. It.. It.. Was Ashley." He said, softly.
Someone made a noise behind me and me & Liam turned. Niall was standing in the doorway.
Hurt filling his expression, tears in his eyes.
Uh. Oh.
Niall doesn't cry and when he does it's the worst thing to happen.
"How could she?" He said, crying, running out.
Me & Liam ran after him,
"Niall! I'm so sorry!" Liam yelled.
"STAY HERE! Li. I love you, but being around him isn't a good idea. I've gotta go." I said, running.
Poor Liam.
Before I left I saw the tears filling his eyes, the disappointment. Everything.
