Let's just go... (One Direction)

Ruffled feathers

I open the door to my room, hoping everyone is asleep. I make it to the living room before jumping in fright. Harry is sitting on the couch facing my direction holding a single Lily in his hand.

"Did you have a lovely night?" His deep, raspy voice is dripping with sarcasm and venom.

"Why the fuck are you pissed off?" I snap at him.

"Oh, I don't know, Silvara... LOOK AT YOU!" he stands up, "You look absolutely stunning for ANOTHER GUY! Wouldn't you be pissed?" he throws the flower on the other couch.

"Oh, fuck off!" I yell back as I walk towards my room.

"Don't walk off!" he says as he follows me, "you went out with him! He didn't have a girlfriend! You wouldn't have dressed like this! What the fuck, Silvara?!"

"Shut up! You're going to wake everyone up!"

"No ones here but us!" he yells.

"Then go back to your room and leave me alone!"

"No! You were sighted throughout the entire city with this bloke! Intimate restaurant!" he scoffs.

"I went out! Just like when you went out with Josh the other night," I send him an icy glare.

"This is what it's about? Yes I went out! But with Josh and half the guards! And you know what? I spent more the night talking to Bruno!"

"Fine! Then stop bitching at me!"

"You went out with just one guy! And I saw the way he looked at you..." he growls.

"But I didn't look at him the same way!" I rub my eye and realize I'm clutching the bandana, "Just fuck off!" I yell as I walk towards the bathroom to wash my hand.

"What happened to your hand?"

"Oh, so now you fucking care?" I snap.

He grabs it to look at it, "Answer me."

"Fuck off!"

"Silvara! What the fuck happened?"

"Fine! I fucking punched a douche bag in the face because he tried to kiss me after I shoved him the first time!" I stare at him as my chest heaves in and out. I'm extremely angry. I'm exhausted and just want to crawl into my bed.

"You punched him?" he says with a smirk after a few moments.

"Yes, I did. Now leave me the fuck alone," I snatch my hand back and wash it quickly. I take my contacts off before walking into my room again. On the way I shove him out of the way. I rip off the dress since I know I'm wearing good underwear, and throw on boxers and T-shirt before putting my glasses on.

"Why are you still here?" I snap as I walk back to the living room.

He silently follows me and sits besides me on the couch. "So you punched him?" he asks quietly.

"Yes, are you deaf?!" I snap. I'm too pissed off to do anything else.

"I'm sorry I yelled at you," he says as he tries to put his arm around me.

"Why do you even care?"

"Because I care about you. Don't you see that? Dammit Silvie. I was pissed because you went out with another man. A man that all the girls were fawning over. I was jealous," he finally adds.

"Just leave, I'm too tired for this. I just can't deal with this right now. My head is killing me."

"I over reacted. I'm new to this, remember?"

"So am I!" Dammit, I'm falling for this bastard or else I'd have kicked him.

"No, listen to me, I truly care about you. Just give me a chance to show you," he says as he leans forward to grab the flower, "I saw this as I was walking around after sound check. This adorable old lady was selling them, you could tell she didn't have much but she was proud of these beautiful creations," he twirls the flower in his hand, "I bought the whole lot, I couldn't help myself. I knew you'd love them. but along the way to the arena I handed them out to the locals. But I made sure I saved you one." He hands it to me.