Ditto || l.p

Ch.11- more alcohol

"I told you not to get used to it," Harry comments from above me. I had my head rested on the kitchen counter while he leaned against it next to me.

"Yeah, I know," I sigh and lift my head. "I just thought it was finally over. I mean, he even thanked me for 'lifting a weight off his shoulders'."

"At least he opened up to you. That's progress, I suppose. He's never done that with anyone else." It really confused me that Liam could be happy and thanking me one day, saying he's no longer gonna be rude, but then turns around the next day and nothing's changed. He's still a huge dick.

"Talking about me behind my back isn't gonna solve anything," Liam mumbles as he walked into the kitchen. He grabs a bottle of water from the fridge then leaves, muttering something about no one understanding.

"Day 4 in London and absolutely nothing has gone well," I sigh and groan up at the ceiling. "Maybe I should have stayed home."

"Look, it's my fault. I should have seen this coming. I knew he was..bad, but I didn't think he would act that way to you," Harry shook his head and lifted himself off the counter. He left the kitchen, leaving me alone with the thought that maybe it's my fault Liam is so rude.

I take a deep breath, then leave the kitchen as well and go to my room. I plugged my phone into my speakers and turned music on shuffle, then began cleaning the horrifying mess that only took me one day to create.

I had clothes strung every where, books laid out across my desk (some had fallen on the floor), and my bed sheets were half way off the bed. A bottle of water was leaking onto the floor, whilst an empty paper plate was lying next to it, upside down.

"God, I'm disgusting," I comment to myself and pick up the trash. The bottle's lid was no where in sight, so I walked across the hallway and dumped the water into the sink, then threw it away.

As I'm walking back to my room, I hear the front door slam then Harry shouts, "Liam went home! Apparently saying the words girl and friend in the same sentence doesn't appeal to him!"

I chuckled lightly to myself and met Harry in the living room. "He's walking home," I snort, watching Liam walk away through the window blinds.

"You know where he's actually gonna go," Harry smirks, and then we both say "pub" at the same time, laughing.

"If he ends up here again, make him sleep on the sofa. You shouldn't treat him so nice until he's nice to you," Harry advises, tapping my arm.

"I doubt he comes back to me. Clearly I don't make him very happy," I say with a slight eye roll and Harry sighs.

"Liam's a lot like you."

"How so?" I raise my eyebrow in interest.

"You're both pretty shy and quiet, you both have hearts of gold, and you're both hurt easily. Except momentarily, Liam's heart isn't so gold but he'll turn around. I hope."

"I think it's gonna be a long time before Liam befriends me. If he even does," I sigh and Harry nods his head in agreement "I'll keep trying until then."

~*~

"BOOM BITCH, I WIN AGAIN!" I scream and jump up from the sofa, throwing the controller onto the floor. "YOU ALL SUCK!"

"Shut up!" Niall pouts from the corner of the room. I skip over to him and say, "aw, poor Nialler's sad," and quickly kiss his cheek.

"Whoa, the losers get free kisses? I'm in!" Tattoo Boy cheers, but I stop him.

"Absolutely not," I shake my head and he frowns. "I just thought Niall needed motivation to win the next round."

"What-no fair!" Tattoo Boy groans while Niall and I laughed. "You're mean."

"Don't worry, Zayn. I'll take her down for you," Niall smirks at me and pressed the rematch button. His name is Zayn! Finally.

"Alright," Zayn was smiling now, obviously satisfied with Niall's statement.

"Three to nothing sounds appealing," I say and sit back down next to Zayn. I grabbed my controller just as the game began, and then we were playing our 3rd match of Call of Duty.

"You leave in 2 and a half weeks for tour, right?" I ask out loud, then shoot down one of Niall's team mates.

"Uh, yeah, I think so," Zayn answers in a monotone, concentrating on the television.

"I have so much time to keep winning against you two," I laugh and Zayn punches my arm.

"Hey, don't be a-" My phone began ringing so I paused the game (Niall and Zayn groaned at that) and answered.

"Hello?"

"Hi, is this Ashley?" An unfamiliar voice asks and they sounded rushed or panicked.

"Yeah, what's up?" I furrow my eyebrows and lean forward. Niall and Zayn leaned forward as well, waiting for me to start talking.

"Uh, this is Dillon, I'm a friend of Liam Payne. I found your name in his contacts so I called you." His words were so rushed and compacted I could hardly understand him.

"Where's Liam now?" Once I said those words, Niall and Zayn shook their heads and leaned back into the sofa, completely uninterested.

"Passed out on the bathroom floor."

"What? Oh my God-is he alright?" I stood up and immediately began slipping my jacket on.

Niall shook his head at me as Dillon spoke into the phone, "I'm not sure, he's had a lot to drink. He threw up a couple times then just..passed out."

"Okay, keep an eye on him until I get there. Funky Buddha?" I guessed and Niall stood up from his sofa.

"That's the one," Dillon agrees. I tell him that I'll be there soon, then hang up.

"Why Ashley? It's not your problem, you aren't his mother," Niall says as soon as I pull the phone away from my ear.

"Well he obviously can't take care of it, so.." I turned around and began walking towards the door. Niall grabbed my arm and pulled me back towards him.

"This is his own fault. He needs to suck it up and get over that girl."

"She broke his heart, Niall. You can't expect him to be giddy about it," I say flatly. I knew it wasn't really my place to defend Liam, but it wasn't in Niall's to go against him either.

"He's so rude to you! Why would you help him when he isn't even the slightest bit nice to you?" Zayn walks into the room with a frown.

"Your best friend is passed out on a bathroom floor in a pub. He's sad, heartbroken, and lost. You can't blame him for his recent behavior. Trust me, I know what it's like to lose someone you love and it isn't something you can just easily walk away from. He needs help and I'm gonna give that to him."

I rip my arm away from Niall's grasp and rush out the front door. I thought about what I told Niall and Zayn as I walked towards the pub.

Liam isn't rude. He's angry. No one is supporting him and he can't get away from the emotional pain Rebecca caused. As Harry said, he's like me. He's searching for someone that will give him the change he's probably been longing for for as long as I have.

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This one is really boring and short sorryyyy but it leads up to many things happening !! Don't forget to vote and comment if you want idc -CaylenCloud1999