The Horan Twins

Chappie 19

Kyle P.O.V

I woke up with the slam of the door. Who could that be? Most likely Niall.

He opens my bedroom door and walks in without asking. When he sits on my desk chair, I realize that nobody said anything yet.

"Are you hungover" I ask

"Maybe I am, maybe I'm not" This can't be good

"What happened last night?" I need to know if my twin is going to jail.

"I don't remember, okay?" With that he walks out of my clean bedroom. What a nice, long, wonderful, conversation we just had. Idiot. I grab my phone off the counter and dial Harry. Maybe he went out with Niall.

"Hey Kyle, what's up?" Wow, he's up

"Hi mate, did you hang out with my brother yesterday?"

"Um no...but Zayn texted me saying he is never talking to Niall again." Oh shit

"Thanks Haz, I'll call him" The thing about Zayn is that he is easy going. So when he gets upset, that means something is wrong.

"I know what you're going to ask me but I want you to here it from her. All I will tell you is that your asshole of a brother needs help." aaand he hang up. Wow. I swear, if Niall messed with Perrie...

"Kyle! You woke me up." she answers

"Sorry Babe, did anything happen last night?"

"Yea...I think you should here it from her" She sighs.

"Who is the he-"

"It's Gianna, I'm going back to bed" That little fucker! Before calling Gianna I run downstairs to where the T.V is on.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" I yell when I spot.

"Shut your fucking trap, I'm not in the mood for your lectures." He gets up and walks out the front door. That's it. This is where I give up.

(A/N)

Sorry it was short but I started another fanfic called Maybe? it is Larry btw