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twenty-three

Harry took over the whole song!

He was staring at Liam's sister through the whole thing.

She's so fucking him too.

Louis looked so pissed.

I hate her if she's come between Larry Stylinson!

I groaned, throwing my phone to the other side of the room after scanning through my timeline on Twitter. I pouted, looking up at my brother.

"No." he told me, not taking his eyes away from his phone.

"I didn't even say anything!"

"You don't need to say anything," Liam scoffed. "I know that look. And the answer is no."

"Please, Liam! Pleeeeeeeeeaaaase!" I begged. "Please, just let me stay again, I don't want to go outsiiiiide!" I whined.

"No. You've been here for five days, go stay with your boyfriend or go home!"

"I can't stay with Louis, he won't let me within five feet of the place since Harry's little stunt and I don't want to go home because the girls who live opposite keep giving me evils… Who knew I shared a building with a gang of Directioners. I hate them. Please just let me stay!"

"No."

"What kind of brother are you?" I grumbled.

"I'm the kind of brother who's getting entirely fed up of your whining," he raised an eyebrow, putting his phone down on the cushion beside him. "Whatever's going on between you and Harry-"

"There's noth-"

"Don't interrupt me," he interrupted, and I rolled my eyes. "I'm not an idiot, Cassidy Marie."

"Ooer. Middle name too. This must be serious," I mumbled sarcastically.

"Don't act like such a childish bitch, Cassidy. I am not an idiot. It's painfully obvious that there is or was something going on between you and Harry, something more than friendship. I don't want to know what it was, I don't want to know what you did. But the hate you're getting on Twitter, the fights you've been having with Louis, you brought it all on yourself and you'll get absolutely no sympathy from me. So, if sympathy is what you're after, I suggest you go running to Zayn like you've been doing for the last week. Because for some unknown reason you appear to have him wrapped round your little finger, and I've had enough of you moping around my apartment all week." he turned away from me, his attention going to the TV as he used the remote to switch it on.

I bit my lip, standing up and walking towards Liam's spare room that I'd called my own for almost a week. My clothes were scattered round the place, as well as a couple of Zayn's hoodies. I don't know how I always ended up stealing them from him, it just sort of happened. 

I grabbed my overnight bag and shoved as many clothes as I could inside, quickly tying my hair up and pulling on my boots on before I left the room.

"Storming out, then?"

"No," I frowned as I looked at Liam. "I'm not storming out, I'm just leaving. And for your information, Liam, the reason I keep going to Zayn is because he actually listens without judging me."

"Maybe you need to be judged," Liam raised an eyebrow. "You're acting like a whore."

"…Screw you, Liam." I growled, throwing open the front door and making my way to Zayn's, knocking quickly on the door. "Can I stay here?" I asked desperately as soon as he pulled the door open.

"I- what? Yeah, sure, why? Liam kicked you out?" he raised his eyebrows stepping aside to let me in. I walked inside the apartment and dropped my bag on the floor before making my way to the living. "Oh, Cass, wait, Harry's-"