They Don't Know About Us || A One Direction Fan Fiction

Chapter 15: Talk about bad Timing

Harry's POV:

My world was spinning and I could hardly keep my feet from falling out from beneath me. I grabbed the railing in front of me for balance, my breathing getting deeper as the seconds passed by. Why would Louis do this to me? I loved Nicole. She's the first person I've ever loved. He knew that. That bastard knew that. I could hear Sienna come up beside me, placing her hand on the small of my back.

"Sweetie, are you ok?" She asked softly and I couldn't even stand to look at her. My mind was all over the place, and the last thing I wanted was for her to see me like this. 

"Yeah... just a bit dizzy, that's all. I think I need to get back to the hotel." I whispered softly, looking out ahead of me. That son of a bitch was going to get what he deserved.

"Of course. I'll go call our driver over." Sienna replied then turned on her heel, clicking her way to the entrance of the club. I stood motionless. Little did I know, a smirk played upon her lips because her plan was going just as she had hoped it would.

Niall's POV:

I waited for Sarah in the dimly lit hotel hallway, pacing back and forth nervously. It was midnight and I hadn't heard from Harry. Wait, wasn't that a good thing? Didn't that mean he was having fun? Just as I turned to pace in the other direction, I saw a shadow around the corner. I stopped walking and squinted trying to make the figure out.

"Did I forget to put on a shirt or something?" Sarah asked with a laugh and I couldn't help but smile. Something about her made me feel so calm and... well, happy. 

"I mean, I wouldn't complain if you did..." I said jokingly and she punched me in the arm.

"Guess I deserved that..." I trailed off laughing. Sarah rolled her eyes and leaned back against the wall, looking up into my eyes.

"Nicole's sleeping. She managed to cry her eyes out while watching the Notebook. I swear, that girls the biggest romantic I know. Dear god, it makes me sick." Sarah said with a laugh. 

"So does that mean you're not a romantic?" I asked playfully, stepping closer to her. I could see her expression change instantly as her eyes avoided my gaze for a few seconds. 

"No... it just means I'm a realist. I don't hope for things that I know are never going to happen. For example, I know I'm not going to secretly date a boyband member and chase him across the country." she said nervously, her voice shaking. I took another step closer to her so that our faces were only an inch apart.

"I suppose you're right. I don't think you're ever going to secretly date a boy band member, sorry to break it to you." I said with a smirk. Her face fell instantly as she bit her lip.

"See, at least I...  can admit it." Sarah said, trying not to let her disappointment show. I felt so bad for playing with her, but I was just enjoying this a little too much. 

"Wait... I said secretly. I don't think you're ever going to secretly date a boy band memeber. Now, not secretly... I think I see that in your future." I said softly, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear. I could see her cheeks flush pink as her eyes looked up into mine. I slowly leaned in, finally making the move I've been too scared to make the past few days. I rarely ever got butterflies, but I couldn't help but feel my stomach fluttler.  Our lips barely brushed against each other when a clearly-drunk Harry turned the corner of the hallway.

"Where's Louis?" He asked angrily. I quickly pulled back from Sarah, turning to face Harry. His shirt was untucked and the first few buttons were open. His hair was messy and he reeked of booze. I could tell this night wasn't going to end well.

"He's upstairs in his room. Harry, what's going on?" I asked, but Harry clearly didn't want to waste time answering my silly question. He ran to the nearest stairs, taking two at a time. Sarah and I exchanged nervous looks and my stomach dropped, but this time for the wrong reason. 

"Fuck." We both said at the same time and took after Harry, running at our full speeds just to keep up with him. He knew. He clearly knew. And this was one hell of a mess we had on our plates. 

We finally got to the top floor just as Harry busted open Louis' door. 

"Why would you? You bastard, why would you do this to me?" Harry yelled at Louis who was sitting on his couch. Louis got up, fear flooding his eyes.

"Harry, I'm so, so sorry. I was drunk. I wanted to tell you, but I didn't know how. It didn't mean anything." Louis stuttered, stepping closer to Harry. 

"You son of a bitch you know I love her. I love her goddamn it. And you go around making out with the one girl I've ever felt this way about. Why? Do you really hate me that much? What did I ever do to you? You're worthless. You enjoy making other people feel like shit. I hope you learn someday that the world doesn't revolve around you. I pity you, you pathetic little..." Harry didn't even manage to finish before Louis through a punch at him. It was evident Louis regretted what he had done the second he did it, but there was no turning back now. Harry held his hand up to his cheek which was starting to bruise. 

"She deserves better than you." Louis spat. This was clearly the final straw because a mere second later Harry swung at Louis. By now, they were in a full out fist fight. 

I ran to pull them apart. The other boys, having heard the commotion, ran out of their rooms to break up the fight too. 

"Stop. Both of you are acting like ten year olds." Liam yelled, pulling at Harry. I pulled at Louis as Zayn came in between the two, trying to keep them from killing each other. 

Just as this scene was unfolding, the subject of it all managed to sleepily walk into the room.

"What's going on?" Nicole asked, yawning. Talk about bad timing.