Want U Back (Cher Lloyd x Harry Styles Fanfiction. ON HOLD)

Chapter 2- Seeing Her With Him.

Chapter 3-

 I got out of bed and pulled out my phone, like usual. 

From: LOULOU GURL.

Hey Cher. Sorry about the break up:P Idk if you want to, but do u wanna come over mine and Hazza's apartment?

Oh Louis.

To: LOULOU GURL.

Of course. Ill be there at 2.

Sent. Im prepared to face the love of my life who just slipped away from me in only a few hours like a small child coated in butter slipping away from a headlock. I dont know if she'll be there, and if she does I might break and run out. That'd be horrific.

I walked to my closet and looked through it. I pulled a light, flowing, pale shirt and dark blue denim skinny jeans and changed into it. I walked to the bathroom, brushed my teeth, and put my hair into a sleek, high ponytail. I looked at the digital clock on the cable box on the television to see the time.

"Wow, its already 1? Better get going.." I said to myself while grabbing my bag and walking out to the car.I got in and started driving and figured their apartment is a little while away so it'll be about 2 when I get there. My phone buzzed and for my safety, I pulled over to the side and read my text.

From: LOULOU GURL.

Hey, uh Morhan is coming, u dont have to come if you dont want to. Sorry Harry just all of the sudden changed his plans. Guess he didnt want to face u alone.:(

To: LOULOU GURL.

Ill face her soon enough, might as well do it now. Thanks for the notice LouLou(: xxx

I dont know how to deal with this---seeing my ex, that I still love, with his new girlfriend. I slammed my hand on my steering wheel and made a weird grunt noise.

"WHAT KIND OF SICK GUY DOES THAT?" I yelled to myself. Oh yeah, Harry does that, I think. I put the car back into drive and leave again.

When I arrived to the house I saw the silver car with pink stickers all over the car and automatically know its Morgan. I open the door of my car and step out and go straight to the door and open it. We always do this to each other, dont even tell we're here, just walk straight in. When I walk in I feel like I'm about to vomit.

"Jesus, can you get each other's tounges out of your throats?" I look away, blocking out the sight of Morgan and Harry playing tonsil hockey. They pull away and Morgan plays with Harry's hair. He hates that! Why is he letting her do that?!

"CHERBEAR!" Lou calls and puts me over his shoulder.

"LOULOU POO!" I yell and wrap my arms around him.

"Just to let you know, I hate Morgan." He whispers. Why does he say this?

"You guys are so cute!" He says to Morgan, who is sitting on Harry's lap. Disgusting. They kiss again.

"Can you seriously cool it with the PDA?" I say. Morgan rolls her eyes at me.

"Dont you even dare do that again." She rolls them, AGAIN.

"Im going to tear your pretty little blonde hair out of your fu-" I start before Lou interupts.

"WOW. OKAY WHY DONT I ORDER PIZZA." He says.

"Excuse me, I believe thats Morgan's job." I mumble. Louis cracks up and Morgan stands up.

"Why dont you say that to my face?" She says. Oooh, so scary. I step up closer so our noses are nearly touching.

"Excuse me, I believe thats your job." I say slowly.

"UGH!" She grunts then slams herself on the couch. Haha, can't take it can you?

"Whats your problem Cher?!" Harry yells.

"Her...And you." I make the last part barely audible.

"Get out." He says pointing to the door. That did it. That ripped me apart. I feel the tears welling up in my eyes and I grab my bag to go. I just get my hand on the knob but Louis pulls me back.

"The hell Harry?!" He yells. Please, tell me I didnt just make a fight between them.

"Have you seen the way shes acting to my girlfriend? I want her out of my apartment." Harry says.

"FIRST OF ALL, THIS IS NOT YOUR APARTMENT, ITS OURS. SECOND OF ALL, NOBODY LIKES MORGAN!!!!!!!" Louis yells. Harry's jaw dropped and I giggled but felt the tears coming down on my cheeks. I hate this. I probably just caused a huge fight between best friends.

"C'mon Cher, lets go." Louis grabbed my hand and I went to my car and got in, him in the passenger seat.

"I, I'm sorry." I sniffled. He shook his head.

"Dont be. The boys and I all hate Morgan." He says.

"Where do you want to go?" I ask. he jumps around in his seat a little.

"Can we get ice cream?" He smiles. He is such a child, but its adorable.