Niall: Niall was very stressed out trying to pack and get everything gathered for the 8 month tour. Niall was running up and down the stairs loading bag after bag into the car. His usual good mood was replaced with a bad one, having only an hour until he had to leave. "(YN) have you seen my guitar? I can't find it" Niall screamed from upstairs. You followed his voice to your room, where Niall was throwing your stuff around causing a huge mess."What the hell Niall?" "I NEED this (YN)!" "What is wrong with you? Calm down, it will turn up." "I can't wait! I have to leave soon! Help me or just leave!" "It's just a stupid guitar, get over it!" You yelled. Niall spun quickly, slapping your cheek. He immediately covered his mouth, obviously regretting it. He reached out for your arm, but it caused you to fall backwards, scared of his touch. You jumped up, running to the guestroom, locking it right away. You slid down against the door breaking out into silent sobs.
Harry: "Who is John?" Harry asked angrily from the other room. You ran into the room, seeing Harry going through your texts. "What are you doing?" You shouted, snatching your phone out of his hands. "Who. Is. John?" He asked, hands clenched white. You laughed, realizing what he was talking about. This made him ten times angrier slapping you hard. You swung your hand back hitting him back, touching your hand to your now swollen cheek. "John." You began pointing to your phone."Is my fucking brother. Next time you hit me, I swear Harry, I'm out the door." You simply turned your back, walking out.
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