One Direction fan fiction: Harry Styles

Chapter Twenty-Seven: Mr. Liam Payne

(Harry's Point of View)

   "So.. what you're saying is, you basically shagged a girl who looked like Michelle because you were drunk, and pissed that Michelle was on Sugarscape snogging with a lad that she used to have history with? Then you go to Michelle's house, and basically kidnap her to stay with you in London for a week?" Niall asked, still looking confused, as if I had just spoke some kind of foreign language to him. Louis looked like he was trying to solve some sort of puzzle in his head, while he was staring blankly at the ground. "No, but, yes. Well, no. Let me explain again," I stated. "No, I get it. Basically, Niall, when Harry left Sbarro that afternoon, Harry bumped into a lovely lady who looked like Michelle, and that same lady was the girl that Harry shagged," Liam continued. I cringed at the flashback of that night. "Anyways, Harry went out drinking with Louis, although Harry shouldn't have been," Liam shot me a look of disappointment. I shrugged my shoulders. "Anyways, he took Louis out, to try and get his mind off Maggie," Liam continued. I was able to steal a quick glance at Louis, who now looks like he was frustrated. As much as I wanted to give him a pat on the back, I knew that that wouldn't really do anything. Despite the fact that Louis kind of usually does the same thing to comfort me when I'm tense, but instead of a pat on the back, rubbing on my thigh. "Well, instead of Louis being the one to drink his thought of Maggie off his mind, Harry pretty much drank for Louis. And well, that same girl that he saw outside of Sbarro, was at the club. After Harry saw the pictures of Michelle and the lad she used to have history with, Harry got pissed, and drank even more, and Louis tried stopping him, which angered Harry even more. So, Harry punched Louis. Then, Louis left. Then, Harry and the girl got heated, and ended up going back to her hotel, and then after they shagged, Harry left to go to practice. Then, well, things went bad. After that, Harry went to buy some more beer, to try and relax. Then, he ended up smashing Paul's car. Then, he made a phone call to our good driver Ron, and then, he went to Michelle's house, and then next thing you know, they're off to London," Liam finally finished off. I was mind blown at how much Liam was correct. It was as if he was there when everything happened. I guess Liam is a really good listener. I looked at Niall, and he looked like he finally put the puzzle together. "Ah! I see," Niall said as he had a wide smile on his face, like he was proud of it. I glanced at Louis again, and he was still looking at the ground. Zayn on the other hand looked angry or something. "Do you know what could have happened to Michelle if the paps found out about where you were? Have you ever thought that sometimes, the things you do can put the people you love in danger, Harry?" Zayn said as he stood up, and headed for the hallway, I guess, to go back to sleep. "Zayn, wait!" I said as I stood up as well. Zayn stopped walking, and turned to look at me. "Look, I'm sorry. Okay? I know you probably hate me. But I didn't even do anything directly to you, so I don't see why you're so mad at me," I stated. I guess it just kind of slipped out of my mouth. I didn't mean for it to sound the way it did. "Yeah, you didn't. You did it to us. Do you not know how strict Michelle's parents are? Did you ever think about that?" Zayn asked, as if he knew more about Michelle than I did. I guess Zayn was right. I didn't think about that. I didn't answer him. "Did you even talk to her parents and apologize to them about taking their daughter, yet?" Zayn asked, this time, it sounded like he actually wanted an answer from me. But I was left speechless. Why was Zayn being like this? Zayn let out a laugh but it was a laugh of humor. As Zayn got closer to the beginning of the hallway, Louis looked up. "Zayn, wait," Louis said softly. Those were the only words I heard Louis say ever since he decided to go off on me. He was quiet while we all discussed what happened. 

   "What, Lou?" Zayn asked. "Just take Harry's apology," Louis said as he look at Zayn. He looked like he was hurt. I hated to see Louis like this. "Really, Lou? Really? Out of all people, you're the one telling me to do it?" Zayn said. It seemed like Zayn thought what Louis said was pathetic, and stupid. "Please, just do it," Louis begged Zayn. Zayn sighed, and looked at me. "Fine. I accept your apology, Harold," Zayn said as he continued to walk towards his room. I walked over to Louis, and wrapped my arms around him. But, the hug wasn't like our usual ones, it felt weird. I noticed Louis had his arms to his side. Louis never does that, he always hugs me back. "Thank you, Lou," I smiled at him as I pulled away. "Just because I accept your apology, doesn't mean I'm not mad at you. I did it for the band," Louis's voice was flat. It hurt, hearing him say that. But it didn't matter. All that mattered was that Louis forgave me; all of them forgave me. Louis got up from off the couch, and walked towards the hallway. "Where are you going?" Niall asked. "Back to sleep. I was rudely awaken by Liam and Harry. I need to catch more sleep before our interview," Louis cracked a smile. Niall nodded. I felt like a weight was actually lifted from my shoulder, and I could breathe. But there was still a little bit of weight on my other shoulder; Paul and Will. I have to apologize later. But right now, Paul is asleep, and Will is at some hotel, I think. 

   It's already five in the morning, and I'm so tired. I feel like the bags under my eyes are fifty pounds each, and I'm having trouble keeping them open. "Haz, you okay?" Liam asked as he rubbed my back. I looked at him. "Yeah, just a bit tired," I tried my best to smile. It seemed like I was even too tired to smile. "A bit?" Niall laughed. Those were the last words I heard. The next thing I knew, I was fast asleep. 

   "Get up, Curls. We've got an interview to do in a few hours," Liam said as he threw me a towel. I was laying down on the couch, and found a blanket over me. I sat up, and rubbed my eyes. I felt a little less tired now. "What time is it?" I asked him as I tried to look at the time on the phone, but my vision was blurry. "It's almost nine-thirty," Liam answered me as he fixed his hair. "I figured I would give you a couple hours of sleep while we all got ready. But Louis reminded me that I had to wake you because you take forever to shower, and get ready. And, the radio station in Pennsylvania is about two or three hours away from here," Liam informed me. I was kind of happy to hear that Louis reminded Liam. Especially since Louis is still mad at me. "Well, get up from off that couch, and take a shower. I can smell you from all the way over here," Liam tried to lighten up the conversation by trying to make me laugh. I'm not going to lie, it did make me laugh. What would I do without Mr. Liam Payne?