Liam:
You walked out the coffee shop, humiliated. Can you believe it? Your own boyfriend took his ex's side instead of his own girlfriend's. What a world. You went to your car, since you were the one who drove to the shop. You opened the trunk and pulled out a towel. You didn't want to mess up your car seats. You found a towel and closed the trunk. You opened the driver's side and placed the towel on the seat. You sat down and started the car. You looked around, closed the door, and go the heck out of there.
When you got home, you took a shower. You actually took "The Shower of Shame." It took you a total of 47 minutes to get off all the food and crap off of you. Part of that time was also used for crying. The blueberry scone remains reminded you of how a girl could do something so nasty. And also how your probably now ex-boyfriend dumped you in front a crowd. You finished your shower and got out.
You changed into a hoodie and sweat pants. You didn't feel the need to change into better clothes. You went downstairs to get food, since your lunch was just washed off your body. As you were crossing the sitting room, the front door started to open slowly. You knew it was Liam. You turn around and ran back to the staircase. You started to run up the stairs. But of course, Liam caught you. "Y/N?" He said. "Shit." You whispered. You turned around. He was on the stairs. Liam began walking closer to you. "Stay away." You warned. "Y/N, I'm sorry." "You're sorry? You're supposed to trust your girlfriend, not your horrible ex-girlfriend." You snapped. "I know I made a mistake-" "Mistake? You're an idiot!" You stormed to the bedroom. Liam followed. You jumped on the bed and covered yourself with one of the sheet. "You hide under there forever." Liam said. "Can you leave me alone?" You groaned. "Not until you forgive me." "Good luck with that." You told him. Liam sighed but didn't move. "OK, fine. I guess I can forgive you." Liam cheered and then pulled the sheet off you. Liam pressed his lips against yours. You pushed him away. "I said I can forgive, but I don't know if I can trust you. Couch tonight." Liam groaned but accepted. Hey, you weren't going to forgive him that easily.
Zayn:
*Harry's POV*
I let Y/N stay with me. I knew she wouldn't be that cruel to Perrie. As Y/N entered the tent, I noticed her head was bleeding. I didn't ask what happened since Y/N didn't seemed to want to talk. All she said was, "Goodnight Harry." And then she was silent. I kissed the side of her head that wasn't bleeding. I closed my eyes and tried to go to sleep.
*Zayn's POV*
Y/N is getting on my last nerve. I know Y/N and Perrie don't get along. But that doesn't mean Y/N cannot attack her. Perrie looked shaken up, so I took her back to my tent. Y/N went back with Harry. Good. I really didn't feel like talking to her. Perrie and I made it back to my tent. We entered. "I'm sorry about Y/N. She can be unbelievable sometimes." I said to Perrie. "It's OK." "It's not. Things between you too aren't good." "I know Zayn, but..." Perrie moved closer to me. "I don't care." She whispered. "Perrie, we can't." I told her. "Come on Zayn. I bet I'm so much better than she is." Perrie reached into my pants. I stifled a moan and kissed her.
*Harry's POV*
The next morning, Y/N was faced down in her pillow. I wanted to touch her but I was hesitant. I shrugged and flipped her over. The first thing I saw were here eyes. They looked ice cold. The side of her head was purple and dried with blood. Y/N's mouth was open but it looked like she wasn't breathing. I touched her face. Cold. I placed my head on her chest. A faint heart beat. I moved out of the tent and yelled, "Guys! Guys!" People slowly got out of their tent. "Seriously Harry, what's wrong?" Louis whined, rubbing his eyes. "It's Y/N." I looked over them. I noticed Zayn and Perrie weren't up. I shrugged it off. I made the others follow me. I opened my tent. I heard gasps and small talk. "What happened to her?" Dani asked. "Maybe there was some truth to what Y/N said about Perrie." I said. We all nodded. "So who should call 911?" Louis said. "How? There is no fucking signal out here." Niall explained. "Then we will try to find one." Liam said, going back to his tent. The others did the same. Niall was the first one to come back. "Harry, I have 1G." "Wow." I said in shock. "Well let's start walking." Niall and I began walking higher and higher. "OK I think we can make the call now." I nodded. Niall began dialling. He put it on speaker. "911, what's your emergency?" The operator said. "Um, it's my friend. She barely breathing her head is bruised from a hit." I explained. "OK, can you tell me where you are?" "Camping in Westwood point." "Are you sure she is alive?" "Last time I checked, yes." "We will sent ambulances and helicopters." The lady said. "Wait what?" Niall said into the phone. But the call ended.
