Cute as a Button - Harry Styles

Chapter 16 ~ The Truth

Lydia's POV:

I was so happy that I made up with James, so I walked into the living room with all the drinks in my hand.

I'm pretty sure I had a stupid big ass from on my face, but it had been one of my favourite Christmases yet!! Everyone who I loved was here and everything had been well perfect.

Both Brad and Harry were missing from the living room and I heard their voices in the hall so I walked towards them and saw a bunch of people at the door.

More people? I didn't know how many would fit, I walked closer to the door and saw Harry tense. Who the hell was it that was causing such a fuss?

I saw her. Lizzie, my so called best friend. My eyes narrowed and my fists clenched. All the emotions I was suppressing bubbles to the surface. Betrayal. Hurt. Anger. Confusion. This girl was like my sister for 17 years.

She'd been with my through everything and I thought I knew her like the back of my hand. Obviously not. I wondered what else she was keeping from me and what kind of person she really was.

I took another look at her sorry face and I couldn't hold it in any longer. The emotions poured out of me. Anger especially. How could she do this? THIS IS LIZZIE FOR GOD'S SAKE.

"What the fuck are you doing here?!" I screamed at her. I pushed passed Brad and Harry to get right in front of her.

"Don't take another step into this house. Get out. Get out now." I screamed and I felt my voice box hurt from the volume of my screams.

"I hate you. How could you do this to Harry or even me? I thought I knew you, but you were a lying bitch the whole time. I bet you never cared about me, our friendship was a lie wasn't it? 17 YEARS OF FRIENDSHIP MEANT NOTHING TO YOU DID IT?" I knew I was taking it too far but I couldn't stop myself, every single one of these thoughts had passed through my head since I found out about Lizzie.

Tears poured down my face and I realised I wasn't getting a reaction from Lizzie. Anger flowed through me red hot. I wanted her to shout at me too. Give me some kind of explanation, she owed it to me. But she stood their silently, tears steaming down her cheeks too as she let me scream insults at her. She looked like a victim and I looked crazy. But I didn't fucking care.

"What the fuck is wrong with you? Why did you do it Lizzie? I thought I knew you. WHY DID YOU LIE? Why did you blackmail Harry? What could you possibly want?" She said nothing again and before I knew it I jumped on her.

I pulled at her and she scratched my cheek. It was cat fight like from every chick flick in history. We rolled on the floor before I felt a strong pair of arms wrap around my torso and pull me away. I smelt the cologne and knew it was Harry. I looked across the hall and saw Lizzie being held by Brad. He looked at me disappointedly, if only he knew, he'd have slapped her before me.

Brad knew Lizzie too, she'd been with me so much that she was almost another little sister to him as well.

I squirmed to try and get of Harry's grip but it was like a steel vice. I saw Lizzie struggling in Brad's hold too.

"Why Lizzie? Why? What did I ever do wrong?" My voice had become pleading, I just needed to know why she'd done this? It just wasn't Lizzie.

"Don't pretend like you don't know Lydia." I finally heard her shout.

"Lizzie I don't. Do you think I would look like this if I did?" I yelled back at her, still in Harry's grip.

Lizzie looked at me, and for the first time since the incident honesty filled her eyes.