Bullied By Zayn Malik.

Chapter 16: Blowing Off Steam.

*Louis' POV*

I stormed out of Niall's house, steam coming out of my ears. I saw Liam and Harry waiting. for me in the front yard, but I just walked right past them. "Louis," Liam tried to calm me, by putting a hand on my shoulder. That only fed the fire that was growing inside me. "DON'T FUCKING TOUCH ME LIAM!" I scream violently shoving his hand off my shoulder. "I'M NOT IN THE MOOD!" I was so angry at the moment that I swear I could punch a hole through a wall, or better yet, Niall's teeth. How could he backstab us like that?! For ZAYN?! It just didn't make any sense!

"Louis." Harry's rare serious voice caught my attention. He was giving me a glare, then his eyes shot back and forth from me to Liam, telling me to look at him. I glanced up at Liam, and felt horrible instantly. He had tears in his eyes, I could tell even though he was staring at the ground. Liam has a habit of slightly trembling when he tries not to cry, and that's exactly what he was doing. "Liam.." I started, stepping closer to him. I pulled him into a tight hug, rubbing his back. "I'm sorry.. I was just angry about what happened. I didn't mean to take it out on you." He didn't say anything back, but his grip around my waist got tighter. "You still love me?" I asked, showing a cheeky grin as I pulled away. He wouldn't look at me, nor would he say anything. "Come ooooonnn!" I whined, playfully shoving him. "You gooootttaaa love meee!" I sounded like a toddler, but it made him happy. A smile broke out on his face, as he nodded his head. I smiled, "I knew you couldn't hate me. I'm not hatable. I mean, just look at me." I struck a rather... feminine pose, which caused Harry and Liam to burst out into laughter.

"Can we get out of here, I don't like being in the same area as Zayn." Harry grumbling, glaring over his shoulder at the house, specifically Niall's window. I nodded, and we started down the block. "I don't get it." Liam said softly. "How could Niall just... cross us like that?" I sighed, trying to get all the anger out of my system, but just hearing Niall's name made me furious. "I don't know, and I really don't care. All I know is that he's going to regret it." Harry paused, making us stop. "You're not going to hurt him, are you Louis?" I bit down on my tongue. I wanted some type of revenge on Niall, but I don't know about hurting him. "I.. Uh.."

"You're not hurting him." Liam said, giving me a serious look. "He may be our enemy now, but what if things go back to normal soon?"

I sighed, defeated. "Alright alright, fine. We won't do anything to Niall.. But Zayn's still an open target, right?" Harry snorted at my question, "Duh! HE'S the one who deserves it. Karma's a bitch." I laughed at his remark, and we started walking again. My house is only a few blocks away from Niall's so it didn't take us that long to get there.

"Just be quiet, I don't think anyone is awake yet." I whispered, stepping into my house. "It's nearly 11:30!" Liam said in a harsh whisper. I smirked, "You know my family on weekends. Everyone's tired from school and work. Just leave em be." He rolled his eyes, nodding. "Same for you Harry." I said, but when I looked over my shoulder, he was gone. "Harry?" I looked around, and found him in my kitchen, his bum sticking out of the fridge. "Would you quit eating all my food when you come over here!" I crossed my arms over my chest;m he just smirked, holding some left-over meatloaf from last night. "Nope, finders keepers losers weepers." He put the cold dish into the microwave, and punched into some numbers. I rolled my eyes, "You're unbelievable."

He flashed his grin, dimples and all. "Yeaaahh, but you love me." I could help but smile, he looked so cute with those dimples showing. "Shut up, Hazza."

Liam found his way in front of my TV, turning on my xBox to play some COD. "Good luck with that." I said, taking a seat next to him. "This level is impossible, I've been trying to get past it for 2 weeks now." He smirked at me, giving me a "bitch, please" look. "Watch and learn from the master, young grasshopper." he joked, starting the game. I just rolled my eyes.

Well, in just 20 minutes, Liam had beaten the level and 3 others, one with a 34 kill streak. My mouth was nearly on the floor. "Lou, close your mouth. You'll catch bugs." he laughed, pushing my jaw up with his hand. "How did you beat that so easily?!" he shrugged, and hit 'next' so he could go to the next level. "I guess being a loner comes in handy." I chuckled, shoving him. "You're a loner, Harry's a loner, I'm a loner. Face it, we're together alone." His face lit up, "Hey! I like that!" We both erupted in laughter, while Harry just sat there with his meatloaf, looking at us like we were crazy.

While we were laughing about my crummy joke, Liam got shot and killed in the game, causing him to drop the controller dramatically. "NOOOO-" he started to shout, before I slapped my hand over his mouth harshly. "Shut the hell up! You'll wake everyone!" Too late though, my mum came down the stairs in her robe, yawning. "Morning Lou, hi boys.' she smiled waving to Liam and Harry, she was used to them coming over everyday, so she didn't mind them being here. "Morning Mrs. Tomlinson." they sang.

She smiled, walking into the kitchen and making herself some coffee. "How's my meatloaf, Harry? Lou said it was a little dry last night." he joked, giving me a fake glare. Harry giggled, "It's perfect Mrs. T. Lou's just hasn't got any taste." I slapped him in the arm, making him laugh.

She giggled lightly, pulling the milk out of the fridge. I loved my mom, she was so sweet and caring. She was rarely angry, and was just a fun, care-free person. Well, besides school and grades, those she cared about. Since my parents recently got divorced, things have been hard; but she makes it seem like nothing is wrong. She always has a smile on her face, which makes her more beautiful in my eyes. She's my hero.

I wondered if Zayn's parents treat him like my mom treats me. Do they tell him they love him, kiss him on the cheek and tell him to have a good day before leaving for school, tickle him when he's having a bad day, or give him a random hug? I wondered, but then I realized, why do I care?