Hello, Mr. Impossible

Chapter 21

Okay. Hi. I bet no one reads this, since I put a secret word in last chapters talk-thingy and no one re-posted it saying they read these.. 3:

I'll give it another shot. Say, 'I wish I was cool as Kevin' in the comment section below. If you do, I will love you and know that you care about my pointless blabbering. Anyways, I want 15 votes for this chapter if you want an update. Next chapter will be good... hopefully... :P No promises. But it should be interesting, since you already like the random poo I call chapters.

Anyways, I'm sick, and today's my birthday, so I'm sorry about my errors and all the crappyness.

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Harry's POV

"Did you all miss me?" I sing-song, throwing open the front door and sauntering in. Oddly, it's silent, and I hear Louis groaning. My dirty-mind gets the best of me, and I take a couple steps forward to see some girl, who I'm somehow attracted to, massaging Lou's feet. I raise an eyebrow, observing the abnormal scene.

"Er, Lou? Why is she-" I start, but he rudely interrupts me.

"It's like heaven on my feet." Lou moans, shoving a pillow over his face. I step away slowly, still trying to process what's going on.

"I'm Em, Ella's best friend." The friendly girl chirps, giving me a small wave. Lou grunts and she quickly begins massaging again, her eyebrows creased together in concentration. I nod and jog up the stairs, entering Zayn's room.

"Hey, mate!" I chime, looking over to see Zayn, shirtless as usual, lying on his bed, texting someone. When he notices my presence he quickly shoves his phone under the blankets.

"Who was that?" I ask, waggling my eyebrows.

"Uh- no one." He huffs, sitting up, staring at me weirdly. I shrug it off. It was probably some girl he was going to snog later, but I decided not to push it furthur.

"So where's Ella?" I ask, smiling giddily. I wanted to ask her about how Paris wen't, and tell her how my mini vacation to Holmes Chapel was. I had decided after Niall and Ella left, that I should go see my family. I stayed for three days and just got back, and was excited to talk . . . but my smile quickly dissolves when Zayn's face twists in aggravation.

"Somethin' wrong?" I ask, wondering how I can comfort the distressed boy. He shakes his head, and runs a hand through his overly large quiff.

"Er- I . . . I don't-" He couldn't seem to find the words, and all I could do is watch him intently, waiting for him to spit out the words. The suspense was killing me, and I wanted to know what was wrong. Did something happen to Ella? To Niall? I didn't see Liam, either.

"No, I sort of played match maker with Ella and Liam . . ." Zayn mumbles, shifting his gaze to the thick carpet.

"W-WHAT?! B-But, she has Niall! How could you do that?!" I yelp, flipping my curls in anger. How could Zayn do that?! I know Zayn was closer with Liam, but how could he try and destroy Niall and Ella's relationship? I'd never seen Niall so happy before! Somehow, I don't wait for Zayn's response. I dart out of the room. I hear Zayn yelling my name from behind me, but I ignore his pleads to stop. I come to a halt outside of Liam's room. The door is slightly ajar, and I take a silent step forward, peeking inside.

My stomach twists when I see Liam and Ella kissing. What the hell? They pull back, and Ella runs a hand through her hair, her cheeks scorching red. I hear them mumble apologizes to each other. All is quiet, before Ella's eyebrows knit together. Then her head turns abruptly, and she sees me watching.

Her eyes widen, and I mirror her move. Oh, fuck! I see her eyes glinting with sadness, and my stomach flips once more. She doesn't want me to tell, she wants me to keep this a secret. But I can't. It's bro code - how could Liam just make out with Ella like that? Ella surely didn't just decide to kiss Liam. Liam kissed her, I was sure of it! Niall needed to know. I can feel my stomach churning in knots, and I frown, so confused.