Wasted

Chapter 21

*Maddy's POV*

"It will do you good." She encourages me.

No it won't.

I don't see how spending the day with Liam, Zayn and Niall can do me good. "Stop overthinking Mad and have some fun, they're our friends now in the first place."

Friends. Yeah. One of them told me he has a crush on me, the other doesn't talk to me. Not that I blame him. And Niall just gets my nerves with his over enthusiastic and active personality, just like Alison. I'm just not in the mood today to act happy and smile all day long, I'm confused, my head is full of thoughts and I'm sure I'll only be annoying the people around me.

"There are Liam and Niall." She points, I don't even follow her finger, I already know Liam is waving at us and Niall is just smiling. I just know. And I also know that Zayn isn't with them and Zayn isn't coming alone either. He's doesn't want to see me after what happened yesterday.

We step closer and Alison hugs both of them as I stand awkwardly next to her. Niall doesn't even notice, his eyes are clustered on Alison. I don't blame him, I would prefer to look at her instead of me too. But Liam seems to notice and steps closer to me and wraps his arms around me. I feel kind of relieved tough, to still have him as a friend. I know this must be hard for him but I see he's trying. Something I wouldn't be able to. If I would love someone I wouldn't be able to pretend like I don't and absolutely not being friends with that person.

"You're alright?" His sweet voice asks. I nod in response, his strong arms still around my back. My body only inches separated from his. My mind trails of again, to Zayn. The look on his face when Louis opened the door and he saw me. His face when Louis stood in front of him, blood creeping down his face. His face when he pulled off Alison's driveway. I can't let it go, these faces seem to be burned on my eyelids.

"So I guess you're not." He lightly laughs. I can't help but join him, a small laugh escapes from my lips. My eyes dart to his torso, the white fabric of his shirt shamelessly showing the curves of his muscles. His eyes pear into mine, the brown of his orbs smiling friendly back at me.

"What?" He smiles.

"Nothing." I say. "They're beautiful."

"Who?" He asks a bit confused, a cute smile tugging at his lips.

"You're orbs. They're beautiful."

I know I probably shouldn't say things like this but my feelings are swimming through my body and I don't know what I'm actually doing.

"Thanks." He says and a small blush covers his cheeks.

"He's at the doctor." Liam reads my thoughts. I look up at him, taking a step beck from his muscled body.

"What?"

"Yea his nose.. It's broken."

I gulp. The memory of Louis hardly smashing his fist against Zayn's nose, blood creeping down from his desperate fingers.

"Is he alright?"

"I guess so." Liam shrugs. "Louis broke it." He states. The brown in his orbs darkens, a hard look he stares above me.

"I-I know." I stutter.

"How do you mean you know?"

Zayn obviously didn't tell him I was with Louis and they were fighting because of me as I stood there, watching them smashing the anger out of their body.

"You were there?" He asks me. As I don't answer he continuous. "And you didn't stop Louis?" His chest is raising and falling rapidly, I can see his veins widen. He's trying to control his anger.