ONE THOUSAND AND EIGHTY TWO WORDS.
Blue's P.O.V
To say Harry was fucked was probably an overexaggeration. Zayn was reasonable, but when it came to me it changed a little bit. He was still reasonable, but in the scariest way possible.
One time in preschool, someone purposefully ran into me while holding paint. Zayn didn't take it well and put PVA glue into their sippy cup, luckily it dried before the kid drunk it.
I hadn't even noticed that Emily was still here until she ran past Zayn out the door, which I was thankful for. But she only left because of what she said about Zayn would come up.
"Blue why is Harry- holy shit! What happened to your face?!" He asked holding the side of my jaw that wasn't red.
"We'll talk about that later, I'm fi-"
"No Blue, what happened? Jesus your nose is bleeding."
I sighed and gestured for him to sit down on the couch, he obliged but quickly pointed his finger behind him where Harry was trying to leave.
"Not so fast Styles. You're staying, like I said we need to have a wee chat." Zayn said turning and facing Harry, he stopped sighed and sat down on the furtherest chair from Zayn.
"Right, first of all.." He turned to face me. "..what happened to your face?" Zayn asked looking at me sadly. I fiddled with my fingers in my lap out of habit.
"Emily came here saying I need to stay away from 'her Harry' and then beat the living shit out of me." I explained taking a quick breath looking at him, he nodded looking over to Harry with a raised brow.
"And where the hell were you Styles?" Zayn asked now leaning forward towards Harry. I looked over to Harry who was already looking at me.
"I wasn't here, I got here after Blue pushed her. I hadn't seen Blue's face and thought Blue was pushing Emily around, I took Emily's side until she fucked up her story." Harry said laughing a bit, now looking at Zayn quizically.
"Why is that funny?" Zayn asked as I began to laugh along with Harry.
"She told Harry that she came in and found you beating the shit out of me, and wondered why you would be here in the first place." Zayn was now smirking and then began laughing too.
"She is one dumb blonde."
"Z, you were a blonde once, don't forget that."
"Yeah whatever Morrison," Zayn joked, I smiled at him and he winked making me roll my eyes. Eventually our laughter died down and when I looked back up, Zayn's eyes were narrowed at Harry.
"Now, I'm really not happy with you Harry. Blue, could me and Harry have a second?"
"No."
I immediately disagreed and thought back to when Zayn put glue in that poor kids sippy cup.
"Blue, I'm not gonna hurt him."
"Or put PVA in his sippy cup?"
Zayn laughed and Harry gave me a confused look, I mouthed 'long story'.
"Okay fine, five minutes and then I'm gonna check on you." I warned both of them, both of them nodded as I began to walk out.
God was I scared for Harry.
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I'd checked on Harry and Zayn five minutes after and they were fine. Half an hour later and over five checkups later, I wanted food so I came out from my room to see Zayn and Harry were still in the same spot.
"Um, I'm going to McDonald's, do you guys want anything?" I asked both of them quietly, they both looked at me.
"Oo, I wanna come!" Zayn squealed jumping off the couch and grabbing his wallet, I shook my head.
"Put it away, I'll pay Zayn. Harry? You coming?" I asked, he thought about it for a second and then nodded also standing up off the couch.
We all headed out to Zayn's car with Zayn driving, me in the passenger seat and Harry in the back. As we started reversing out of the drive way I broke the silence.
"So, did you guys, uh, have a good erm, talk?" I asked awkwardly, Zayn laughed and shook his head.
"Yeah sure, not exactly. But it's sorted now, isn't that right Malik?" Harry asked slapping Zayns shoulder playfully. Zayn rolled his eyes.
"Watch it Styles," Zayn retorted, I giggled at their behaviour.
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We were all laughing at a joke Zayn had just told us as we were walking into McDonald's, I was gonna just go through drive through but Zayn really wanted to go in for a while.
As we walked in I noticed someone that I felt looked familiar and Harry was also looking at him with a look of irritation. I nudged his side and his deep green eyes looked down at me.
"Who is he? I mean, he looks really familiar and you obviously know something about him," I asked, he took a deep breath and looked back at the back of the persons head.
"I'll tell you when we sit down, yeah?" Harry explained, I just nodded trying to figure out who he was.
We got up to the counter and ordered. I got a aioli chicken wrap meal, so did Harry, and Zayn got a big mac combo. We all sat down and began eating, then I looked around the restaurant spotting the person again.
"Alright, were sitting who is he?" I asked shoving a few fries in my mouth. Harry looked at me, and put his finger to his mouth, indicating that he had food still in his mouth.
"He's uh, Liam Payne. He goes to our school, in our year actually." He explained and then got cut off by Zayn.
"Yeah, he's in my literature class I think, he's seems alright." Zayn stated, I nodded but Harry rolled his eyes.
"He's definitely not 'alright' Zayn. Trust me on that." Harry said finishing his fries. Zayn raised an eyebrow, putting down his drink he looked at Harry.
"Why isn't he alright? Not up to your popularity standards Styles?" Zayn asked seriously getting annoyed with Harry again.
"Zayn. Stop."
"No, don't worry Blue. You wanna know why he's not alright Malik? He tried to take advantage of Blue when she was thrashed. That's why I don't like him, and if after hearing that you still like him, than maybe you're the one with messed up standards."
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woAh
i mean we already sorta knew it
but like hm
lovez
-beck.
