When I crawl out of the tent, Harry is trying to get to Louis while yelling at him, but Zayn and Liam are holding him back. I don't even think about it. I get out and run over to them yelling, "HARRY STOP!! STOP!!" I yank Harry by his arm and on instinct, he turns around and throws a punch right on my eye. He has fist of iron if it made me fall down. But I'm also shocked. Harry just hit me. Unintentionally of course, but, he hit me. Harry stops yelling and fighting, looking down at me with his mouth dropped and worry filling his eyes. "Ohmygod, Niall, I'm so sorry!!" Harry takes a few steps towards me and bends down to help me. But I push him away from me, covering my eye and scooting back on my butt. "Niall I'm so sorry I didn't mean to hit you." Harry's eyes start to get a bit glossy. I spare him a glance and open my eye from under my hand, but flinch and cringe. It's definitely being swollen shut. "Let me see." Harry tries to take my hand away but I slap it away, standing up and walking away from him. "Niall i-" "Harry, stop. STOP." I hear Liam say, emphasizing the stop. I can imagine him standing in front of him and blocking him from me instead of Louis.
Finally I let go. The tears. I let them fall, just little pellets as I try to remember the path to the lake. I didn't really get to see it, since there was some conflict. I guess I'll get to see it now, with one eye swollen shut. It's probably turning purple. Now I had a cut, a bruise and a black eye. I regret going on this camping trip. None of this would have happened, and I wouldn't be getting beat up.
"Niall! Are you over there?! I'm scared to be there alone!" I hear Zayn's voice yell from behind the hill. I grin a little and turn my head, wanting to nod and not say anything but he wouldn't see it. "Yeah." I call back. "Ugh, good." Zayn mutters to himself, climbing over the hill and sliding down it to where I'm perched on another rock. I guess I have a keen interest for sitting on rocks when I'm down.
"Hows camping so far?" He asks, lightening the mood. I chuckle and shake my head. "Regretful." Zayn sighs through his nose. "He's just really protective. I don't think he's ever liked someone so much." Really? Me? Out of everyone he could have dated in the past? I'm his favourite? "He always smiles when you text or call him. Sometimes when having just a normal conversation he'll start laughing and tell us something you did that was cute. He's fallen hard." Zayn nudges me.
"Can I see your eye?" Zayn asks after a while of silence. I shrug and nod, turning my head so he can see my left eye. The left side of my face is not the place to be. "ss." Zayn makes a noise with his mouth, scrunching up his nose a bit like a mouse and lightly pokes it. I flinch just a bit. "I'm gonna sleep in Liam's tent tonight---well I'm gonna ask him first---will sleep there with me? I don't want be alone. I mean I know Liam will be there but I want someone else there too. That's not Louis or Harry." Zayn laughs and nods his head. "Yeah of course. I don't want to be in there with Louis anyway. He cries loud and it keeps me up." Wait, what?
"He cries?" I ask. "Yeah. You know, his crush on Harry. Fuck...You didn't hear that..Re-boot, rewind, don't----UNHEAR THAT!!" Zayn panics that he let the secret slip. I laugh at him. "I already know." Zayn stares at me and then a look of relief floods over him. "Thank god. Who told you?"
"Harry."
"How much did he tell you?"
"That Louis loves him. That he told him that on Halloween." I shrug.
"Oh..." Obviously there's something else I wasn't informed of. "Isss, there something else?" I ask. Zayn chews on his bottom lip, determining whether to tell me or not. "Okay, this isn't my information to tell, but on Halloween Louis kissed Harry because he thought that would spark something and Harry would like him back. That obviously didn't work." When Zayn see's my facial expression, he starts apologizing. "I'm sorry, Niall. It wasn't Harry's fault, though. Louis kissed him, he didn't kiss Louis."
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Pizza Boy (NARRY) -Fetus Writing- #Wattys2015
FanfictionI left a note on his pizza box, and now he comes in everyday. cover by: newyorrk