~ It Never Should've Been ~ One Direction Fan Fiction ~

~ Chapter 47 - Simon Returns ~*

Carla steamed as she stalked over to Harry and picked him up by his ear. "Get your ass out of this flat right now."

"But-"

"I don't want any damn excuse. Get your ass out before I kick it."

Harry scrambled to his feet and ran out the door, slamming it shut behind him.

Carla ran to me, "Are you alright, Honey?"

I nodded and Niall tightened his grip around me.

"Why did you do it, Ellie? I told you not to."

"It was just a game. It wasn't supposed to mean anything," I replied.

"Ellie, he's done it before. But he's gotten to full out sex, right in front of everyone before."

"He WHAT!" Carla screamed. "What is his problem? First he punches you and then he practically raped you!"

"Woah, woah, wait. He hit you?" Louis asked.

"Yeah. Even I knew that," Liam said. "It happened that day in the mall, am I right?"

I nodded, "Yeah."

"Ellie? Can I speak to you in private for a minute?" Carla asked.

"Sure," I said and as I stood up, Niall kissed my cheek. With such a small kiss, I could feel so much worry and need in it.

I followed Carla into the kitchen which was sectioned off and she turned to me.

"I'm just going to say it. I don't like Harry, in fact, I hate him. And he will have contact with all those boys. I don't want you to see those boys anymore. I want you to break up with Niall."

"What!" I screamed, "No!"

"Ellie, I'm sorry. I just don't want you getting hurt."

"I've survived this long with Harry, I can survive longer," I said.

"You can handle him? What if the others aren't around? Think of what he would do," Carla pointed out.

"But he won't!" I explained.

"And you trust him not to?"

"I-I don't know," I admitted.

Carla was about to say something else but someone walked into the kitchen.

"Hello, Ellie. Carla."

"Hi, Uncle Simon," I said, strained.

"I have some exciting news for you," he smiled.

"Um, okay," I said, looking at Carla who sighed and we followed Simon back into the living room.

By this time, all four of the boys were sitting on the couch. Along with....Harry.

"I found Harry here sitting outside of your flat here, so I invited him to come in. I hope you don't mind."

I growled, "No, not at all."

The other three of us sat down and Simon turned sober for a moment.

"First of all, I'm horribly sorry about Jayda. It's a huge loss and I send you my condolence."

"Thank you," I nodded.

"Anyway, on a happier note. I know you no longer have Jayda with you, but for the boys' next tour, I would love to have you be the opening act."

Before anyone could say anything, not even Carla, I looked into Simon's eyes and said, "No way in hell, am I going to go on tour with the person who killed my best friend."