complicated. [n.s]

9. truth

[ an: i wanted to name this chapter "truther" but then i was like "naaahhhhh" 

so it's midnight here and i had an extreme gush of inspiration and i had to update this! it's twice as long as any chapter, maybe even three times. enjoy! ]

"niall, why did you call us over here?"

"um..."

"liam is pissed right now. we had a fight with harry. i'm surprised i got him out of the house."

"i'm right here, louis."

"oh, you had a fight with harry? that's, um, odd."

"yeah, it is. he told us some lie about him going over to your house and you admitting you were gay to him or something. how fucking desperate does he have to get? he's been making up stories and lies ever since he could talk, yeah, but i never thought he'd go this far."

"yeah... that's, um, odd."

"so, what did you want to talk to us about?"

"can i just, uh, wait a few minutes before i tell you?"

"whatever it is, it must be really important so i think you should tell us now."

"but, i mean, it's not even 5 yet."

"what the hell does that have to do with anything?"

"i mean, i think it might be cool just to actually tell you at 5. so that way you can remember 'oh, at five o'clock niall told us something that may change our mind about him.' it will forever be in your memories."

"niall."

"yes?"

"you're being weird."

"right."

"can you please just--"

liam was interrupted by the sound of the door opening and slamming shut. an angry looking harry stormed into the room, and sat down on the couch instantly. liam and louis were shocked.

"harry."

"louis."

"niall... what is harry doing here?"

"he, um, is going to join us in this discussion."

"i don't want to be in the same room as you."

"what did i do, honestly? why do you hate me all of the sudden? because you assume something i said was a lie? that's a bullshit reason to hate someone and you know it! you've had some anger issues in the past, liam, but this is a whole new level!"

"you have no place to talk about my anger issues! and why is this a whole new level? because you lied straight to my face about a person who i can just go talk to and ask if it was true or not? i feel like i've been betrayed by you, harry styles."

"liam!"

"what is it, niall?"

"shut up!"

"what?"

"please. just shut up."

"why? why are you--"

"liam, please be quiet."

"louis! what--"

"liam."

"fine."

"if you all would just stop bickering and listening to me, maybe i can clear some things up and maybe bring your friendship back together."