Long Lost Brother

Chapter 20: Jealous

"Is she awake?" asked Ashton.

"Calum, wake her up," Luke said.

"Why me?"

"Cause we don't want to get slapped," Michael replied in a casual tone. Calum lightly pushed on my arm. I opened my eyes and the boys flinched getting into defensive stances.

"What?" I asked sitting up confused. They relaxed from their positions and stood in front of me awkwardly. Luke nudged Michael, Ashton nudged Michael, and Michael shoved Calum forward. He used a little more force than he meant to, Calum flew forward onto me, which pushed us both off the bed. We screamed and fell onto the floor in a tangled mess of arms and legs. We both groaned and lay there for a while.

"Shit" Ashton mumbled, Luke nodded with him. Calum groaned and looked up at me. My face heated up as I looked down at our position. He furrowed his eyebrows and looked down. His eyes widened as he looked back up at me. He had face planted on my left boob and his right hand had landed on my right one. Calum quickly took his hand off and sat up straddling me. I felt something hard start to press against my thigh, his face turned bright red. He stood up quickly mumbling "sorry" and pulled his baggy shirt a bit lower. He helped me up stand up and we stood there awkwardly.

"I have to get the boys ready for the interview!" I remembered and ran to my bathroom. After I finished freshening up, I put on some faded light blue jean shorts and a white One Republic shirt with blue print. I brushed my hair so I had a side fringe and put on my lip ring. I picked out a pair of white convers and walked out.

I jogged downstairs and sat on the couch waiting for the boys. The boys walked down the stairs chatting and looking pretty cool for the interview. Harry glanced at me then stopped and stared with his mouth wide open.

"What the h*ll?" he yelled. I stood up quickly and put my hands behind my back.

"I j-just thought I c-could you know m-maybe umm," I stuttered looking down at my shoes.

"Maybe what?!" he yelled. I flinched while everyone stood aside watching our argument.

"Change my style?" I whispered as more of a question than an answer.

"That's not changing your style that's changing you!" he yelled.

"I just wanted to-" I started but Harry cut me off.

"Is it because he cheated on you?!" he yelled pointing to a very shocked Niall. The whole room was quite not a single sound was made.

"I-I n-no," I stuttered tears threatening to spill out of my eyes.

"Yes it is don't f*cking lie to me," he spat.

"Mate, don't," Liam said grabbing Harry's arm, but he jerked away.

"Well guess what? The b*tch cheated on me too but I got over it! You know why? Because I never really liked Sammi, she was my girlfriend because she liked me but it turns out she's was a slut!" he yelled pointing at Sammi who was about to burst into tears. The bottled up anger grew and exploded. I reached over to Harry and slapped him across the face. He immediately covered the side of his face with his hand that was turning bright red.

"Don't you ever f*cking talk about her like that!" I yelled. It's a reflex of mine whenever someone used to talk to Sammi like that I would beat the balls off of them.

"Serena I-" he started but I cut him off.

"He may have cheated on me with her but I still treat them like humans," I spat.

"I didn't mean-," he started but before he could finish the sentence I stormed off to my room and slammed the door shut. I flopped onto my bed and pulled out the leather journal.