You Found Me

Chapter 2

I didn't see Niall until Monday. And on Monday he had a ghastly black eye. I was standing at my locker, putting my stuff up before lunch, when he walked up to me. I was looking into my locker but I could just see his height overlooking me. "Hey Niall," I started, then I looked over and gasped, "OH MY GOD WHAT HAPPENED?!" He half smiled, "Got in a fight, ha." He was acting calm and I was freaking out, I needed to figure out who did this to him. "Who'd you get in a fight with?" He seemed hesitant to tell me. "Uh..." he started, I was getting impatient. I crooked my head to the side and widened my eyes, expressively showing my impatienceness. "It was, uh, Zayn."

I didn't know what to do, so I did the only thing I could, confront my brother. I slammed my locker and stormed off with Niall following behind me saying to stop, it was "just a mistake", and to not worry about it. But my brother had no right to hurt Niall like that.

After a little brisk walk to Zayn's lunch table I finally reached him and basically screamed, "What the fuck is wrong with you!?" He looked at me weirdly then looked behind me and saw Niall, then just turned back around to his table. "Zayn, I'm talking to you, you better look at me," I said angrily while gritting my teeth. He stood up from his seat, "You wanna talk? Okay, shoot, I can't fucking wait to hear what you have to say." He sarcastically talked to me as if we weren't even related. I was so furious I didn't even know what to do so I actually started yelling at him, "YOU WANNA HEAR WHAT I HAVE TO SAY ZAYN?! YOU'RE MY GODDAMN BROTHER AND YOU, OUT OF ALL PEOPLE, PUNCHED MY BOYFRIEND, YOUR FRIEND, AND GAVE HIM A FUCKING BLACK EYE. I'M STANDING UP FOR HIM, YES, BUT THAT'S BECAUSE YOU'RE MY BROTHER AND I HAVE THE FUCKING RIGHT TO YELL AT YOU. BUT I'M YELLING AT YOU BECAUSE YOU SHOULD FUCKING KNOW BETTER, ZAYN. YOU'RE BETTER THAN THAT. BUT YOU WERE PROBABLY TO BUSY BEING DRUNK AGAIN TO EVEN REALIZE WHAT YOU WERE DOING. I'M SICK OF THIS, ZAYN! OF YOU GOING ALONG AND NOT TALKING TO ME ABOUT HOW YOU FEEL AND TURNING TO ALCHOHOL INSTEAD. I'M YOUR FUCKING SISTER YOU ASSHOLE, STOP DOING THIS TO ME, IT'S NOT FAIR. I'M SO BEYOND FURIOUS WITH YOU. I MEAN, FOR GOD'S SAKE, LOOK WHAT YOU DID." I pointed to Niall's face, "LOOK WHAT YOU DID TO HIM." Zayn kind of just stuttered out, "I, I, didn't mean to, I." Niall grabbed my shoulder as if to say, it's okay, you should stop. "Whatever, Zayn. I'm fucking done," I spat my words at him. I threw my hand in the air and stormed off leaving Zayn with the most shocked look on his face and not caring if Niall was following behind me or not.

I was so mad, I was furious, I was so angry. I didn't know what to do, I wanted to throw something, I wanted to scream, mainly at my brother. I wanted to go find a corner where no one would see me and just escape. Why? How? How could my brother be so selfish!?

Because I was at school I had to calm down. I needed to find Harry. He was my best friend, he would let me vent, if only I could find him.

Harry and I are bff's, literally. We've known each other since 2nd grade. We were both new that school year and we happened to live in the same neighborhood. We quickly became friends, since everyone had already made friends with each other. I made a few other friends throughout the years but Harry was always there. I must admit in 9th grade, at some point, I did like him. But who couldn't? One night, when I was having a bad night, he was comforting me and he was just sitting on the bed next to me. So we went for it, we kissed and we made out actually. We decided a week later it was best to stay friends. Now Harry and I were closer than ever, we told each other absolutely everything. He actually help set me and Niall up on a date, which started our relationship. He was the only person that could calm me down right now, so I went to look for him.

Our school was small enough that everyone had lunch at the same time. Lunch was an hour long. I was looking around the lunch room, looking for Harry, and I finally found him. He was sitting outside at a table with only him and Louis. They were just sitting and talking, bonding over something they were looking at on the table. When I got closer I saw that it was Harry's artwork. They were looking at his drawings in his sketchbook. Just seeing the two boys sitting so calmly together made me smile. When I got to the table I asked, "Am I interrupting anything?" Louis and Harry both looked up, I looked at Louis and he smiled, "No, go ahead, sit down, Ayla." I didn't talk with Louis much but whenever I did he was always beyond nice. "Whatcha up to, Ayla?" Louis asked. I exhaled long and slow. "Just came to see my bff." All of a sudden Harry showed a lot of worry in his face. "You okay?" He asked with such a worried tone. "Yeah, I suppose so." Louis looked between us, confused. "Do I need to, um, go?" I let out a laugh, "No, Louis. You're perfectly fine where you are." I looked back at Harry, "Zayn punched Niall." His eyes got very wide, very quick. "What!?" "Yeah, after you left with Louis, Niall at some point took me upstairs, we fooled around a bit and he left. I come to school today to see him with half a black face and to hear Zayn did it." Harry's mouth was wide open, it took him about ten seconds before he talked, "But why would he do that?" I threw my hands up in defeat, "I don't know, I already yelled at him, literally yelled at him. Then I came to look for you, because you're my best friend and I knew you could cheer me up." He smiled, a genuine smile. Louis chimed in, "Why would Zayn do that?" He actually looked very confused and very concerned, "There has to be some reason for it, it wasn't just for fun." Louis seemed like a smart kid. We had psychology together, he seldom talked but he had one of the highest grades in the class. I trusted that he was probably right. "Louis, would you mind asking Zayn for me why he punched Niall?" I asked. "Sure. Don't mean to sound rude, but why don't you ask him?" I laughed, "Do you actually think I could calmly ask him why? You're funny Louis, I like you, we should hang out more." He chuckled and said, "Yeah, you're right."

After explaining what happened I tried to change the subject. "So, what are you two doing sitting here?" The two boys exchanged nervous looks between each other when finally Louis spoke up, "Just looking at Harry's drawings. They're very nice." He pointed out as he turned to smile toward Harry. Harry actually blushed, I had only seen Harry blush once in the time I have known him.

Finally, the bell rang. Signifying we had to go back to class for the rest of the day. The next class Harry and I had together, so we usually walked there together. Harry had got up from the table and gave Louis a side goodbye hug. "Bye Lou. See you later." I heard Louis say bye as he walked away. I looked at Harry with that look, you know, the look you give someone when you know something is happening between them and someone else, and that someone else ended up being Louis. "You guys have been hanging out a lot lately." I smiled while I looked at him. He literally smiled so big. "Yeah. I really really like him." I chuckled, "Yeah, I can tell." He tensed his already broad shoulders. "No, Ayla. I actually really like him, like, like like him." He didn't even look me in the eye, he just stared at the ground. I could tell he was nervous, he started to walk pigeon-toed, something he only did when he was nervous. I stopped him, "Wait, why are you so nervous? So what? You like a guy. Big fucking deal. You two are totally cute together. I see the way you look at him, Harry. I have never ever seen you look at any girl that way." He looked up at me, "You are literally the best best friend ever." He hugged me and I said into his ear, "That's what I'm here for." We continued walking to class.

"Harry, you should totally ask him on a date." He freaked out, "Are you crazy!?" "No, I'm Ayla," I calmly responded. Not even a laugh, he was tense, "He would never say yes to me." I don't understand why he was being so negative, he's Harry for crying out loud, anyone would be lucky to have him. "How about this, I'll invite Louis to come out with us after the football game this Friday." I thought he'd be eager to say yes, but he started biting his lip. He didn't respond so I told him, "Fine? Okay, we're hanging out on Friday after the game. I'll make sure he comes to the game also, so he can watch you play. Now, let's get to class."

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