Direction Dreamer

Chapter Twenty Eight

“Do you seriously believe I would cheat on you? I love you Mik!” Harry whined through the bathroom door, banging for the trillionth time. He’d been doing this for about three hours. Couldn’t he just give it up? “Fuck yourself, Harry!” I screamed. “Would you love me again if I did?” he whined. Seriously though, he was pathetic. “You’re pathetic, go sleep with Demi okay?” I yelled through the door. I was starving, and he was blocking my only way out. I’d punch him square in the jaw if he even tried to touch me. “Move Styles, I’m hungry!” I yelled. He knew I meant business if I was only using his last name. I pushed open the door, and he stared up at me with his big, beautiful green eyes. No Mikaela, don’t feed into the puppy dog eyes. He’s scum! “Please believe me I didn’t cheat on you baby!” he yelped, trying to wrap his arms around me and kiss my neck. “Ha-Ha, nice joke Styles, get off of me.” I said flatly, shoving him off. I wasn’t dealing with him. I made myself an Italian cold cut sub and sat on the couch beside Niall, knowing very well that would piss Harry off. I didn’t have feelings for Niall, nor did he have feelings for me – we’d moved past that – but I knew that he’d be willing to help me screw around with Harry. He had a soft spot for me, after all. I took a bite of the sub, then leaned my hand back to let him take a bite, back to me, then him, and laid my head on his chest while we watched The Hunger Games: Catching Fire. I made it very obvious that I was flirting, and Niall didn’t mind. Louis shot me a look, and I shot one right back. What? If he could cheat on me, wasn’t I entitled to a bit of flirting? We’d already left for our next stop in the tour – Phoenix, Arizona. It was going to be one hell of a long ride with the whiny cheating scum, and I intended on making it as painful as possible for him. I wasn’t about to forgive him, I had no intentions. Cheating on your pregnant fiancé is intolerable. An absolute no-no, regardless of any situation. It hit me that we hadn’t gone to my ultrasound today, it was planned for this morning and I completely neglected it. Oops. Looks like I’d have to schedule an appointment in Phoenix for an appointment as soon as possible. I suppose Niall could take me, or Liam. I didn’t feel totally comfortable around Zayn, and Louis was my brother. As for Harry, he was about as good as garbage in the gutter to me right now. Niall looked down at me endearingly like Harry would, and I melted a little bit because of his big blue eyes. They weren’t Harry’s, but they were almost equally as beautiful – the same emotion wasn’t there though. We ended up falling asleep like that, because the next thing I knew, we were traveling through the scorching desert lands of Arizona.

“Nialler, wake up!” I mumbled, poking his cheek. He was deep in sleep, I could tell because he was mumbling about Nando’s. Even in his sleep he’s hungry! I rolled my eyes and my eyes darted over to the opposite couch, Louis, Harry and Zayn were all curled up together. Daddy Direction wasn’t in view, so I figured he was making himself a cup of tea. “Liam?” I asked, walking through to the kitchen. I was right. He was reading a magazine and sipping on a cup of tea. He probably had just showered; I could smell the familiar scent of Paco Rabanne’s 1 Million, his aftershave. “So, are you ever going to talk to your fiancé?” he asked. “Ex-fiancé...” I reminded him. “You’re pregnant with his baby Mikaela, and you love him. I can see that you do. Before you two met, he was never serious about relationships. He loves you too. You should really let him explain what happened. It’s not what you think.” He sighed, putting the magazine down. Leave it to Liam to try to fix things and to make a good point. “He told you what happened? He lied. I saw, Liam. I SAW.” I said. “What you saw isn’t what you think you saw. I’ll leave it at that; it’s not my place to explain things, you two need to work this out, if not for the sake of your relationship, then for the peanut.” He said, motioning toward my stomach. I hated when Liam was right, but that didn’t mean I was going to be taken down easy. By no means was I just going to let him explain things to me, he needed to earn that. Besides, screwing around with his head was kind of entertaining. Okay, that may sound bitchy… but what I saw and what actually happened could very well be true. I know you’re supposed to trust your significant other, but under the circumstances, it’s questionable. That Demi is a bit malicious. For all I know she could have seduced him – and he thinks with his penis, he is a male, after all – so he very well could have slept with her. I wasn’t about to believe a word that might spew from his mouth without solid evidence of complete faithfulness.