Lego House

Chapter 17: Get Burned

Niall's POV

"Zayn Javadd Malik," Liam calls once we're all in the vehicle.

Louis is asleep on my shoulder as soon as we're both in the seats, but everyone else is on high alert regarding the feeling that something big is coming.

"What?" Zayn asks glumly, refusing to meet his eyes.

"What the hell was that, mate? You made Sierra really upset."

"I still can't believe you wanked!" I add in with a cackle.

"Yeah, honestly?" Harry pipes up, "Kara and I walk up and you and Sierra look you've gone through the 8 levels of hell and been back!"

Zayn lets out an impossibly long sigh before speaking: "Haz, if you're referring to the nine circles of Hell, I've never been. Besides, you're the last person who needs to be giving me relationship advice. Everything you've been playing at with Kara for the past time you've known her has been bullshit, so don't you dare talk to me about Sierra!"

Everyone goes quiet after that and Harry's mouth goes a bit slack before he blushes a fierce red and turns to look out of the window for a few seconds. When he turns back, there's a severe light in his eyes.

"For the entirety of the time I've known Kara I've not once made her cry. Besides, she's a sweet girl! It's not my fault that she has to be a part of this. We all know how hard I tried to get out of this. Shit, I would've rather hired her to date me than fake feelings for her while she knows nothing about it. Like, do you realize how shit that is, Zayn? Do you realize how shit that makes me feel to be doing that to her? So you shut your filthy mouth about bullshit because that's all that ever comes out when you get your fucking pride hurt!"

"Harry," Liam gasps at the harsh words, "calm down! You're both taking this a hell of a lot farther than it has to go."

"I'd like to tell Harry where he has to go," Zayn mumbles back. 

I snuggle a bit deeper into the seats and try to hide under Louis's mop of hair, but of course Liam notices me and calls me out as usual.

"Forget about yourselves: what about Niall?" Liam ventures and all eyes dart to me, "Him and Alyssa got on quite well and they had to deal with your shit"- he points to Zayn-"and your lies"-the finger moves to Harry.

"As far as I'm concerned, Zayn, mate, you were way out of line. Like, seriously deadly, bro. Sierra was crying when they left. You should tell her that you're sorry. I'm sure she didn't mean to embarrass you like that, but like who the hell wanks in H&M, mate?" I cry with a loud laugh.

The look Zayn lands on me has me breaking out in nervous sweat and Louis shifts so he has a dry spot to rest.

'Great, so a bit of sweat can make you uncomfortable but a vehicle full of yelling lads can't?' I ponder in amazement, 'Well you do have four sisters so...'

"Niall's right!" Liam continues full swing. "I want you to send her a text message right now and apologize for being a shit date."

"It wasn't a date," is all Zayn mumbles in reply.

I feel my eyes widen, "Ya don't think so, mate?"

"Nah, not for me. I mean, I guess for you it was, but for the rest of us? Nope."

"I was on a date," Harry mumbles dejectedly while absentmindedly playing with a loose strand of Louis' hair.

"No, Harry. You were playing at a sick caricature of a date while the rest of us had to sit back, watch, and smile like you were doing nothing wrong. You're a womanizing fake."

Harry never said anything else the whole way to the hotel. He barely glanced up when we made the quick stop to drop Louis off at the address Scarlett texted him. He simply tapped away on his phone and curled up into a rather loose and lanky ball on what was supposed to be our shared bed. I simply wanted to avoid anything that had to do with Zayn's shit attitude so I decided to flop down onto his and Liam's bed and hope for the best.

Liam came in first and took a seat beside me while Zayn plowed past to take up a seat on the railing of the hotel's balcony outside. He lit a fag and let it dangle between his teeth as he looked out over the sprawling city of Dallas below.

I shared a look with Liam as he just as quickly put out the fag and grabbed an extra pillow and blanket from our bed before dragging them over to the pull-out couch and plopping down. Zayn turned so that his back was facing Harry, Liam, and I before nuzzling down into his cocoon of sheets. Mere minutes later his soft snores as well as Liam's were heard reverberating around the room. Harry's soft outlets of breath wafting up along with them and sounding oddly strangled as they went. Before I could comment on it, my tired eyes began to close of their own accord on a dazzling picture of Alyssa's smiling face; the image changed so that she was now in tears. The last thing I heard was the sound of Harry's muffled crying as it invaded and leeched the sweetness from my dreams.

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