Just Another Prank (A One Direction/Larry Stylinson Fan Fic)

Chapter Sixteen

I am in no way comparing the boys to the Beatles. Dont get me wrong, they are one if my favorite bands and they are freaking talented, but i refuse to compare them to the Beatles. I happen to think it's unfair, seeing as the Beatles were older than 1D, and had way more experience when they were the most successfull. So i'm just not even going to go there. Just wanted to clear things up :)

Oh, and try and find the really small Outsiders reference ;)

“Oh God, I’m Yoko,” I groaned in utter realization. I felt Liam’s hand stop stroking my hair and I turned to face him. Why’d he stop? It felt so good!

            “Don’t you dare think that!” he scolded, almost wagging his index finger in my face. “If anything bad happens to this band it’s either because those two won’t be able to grow up and get along, or something else completely unrelated to you could happen. Trust me, we all love you, so don’t go around thinking that you are the one who will ultimately break us up.”

            “Then why do I feel really guilty for it?” My voice was barely audible, and the look on Liam’s face didn’t really help.

            “Why do you feel guilty for it? They did what they did and there was no way for you to control it.” I wanted to believe him, but there was that little voice in my head that told me that if I hadn’t walked off in the middle of the lunch ages ago, none of this would be happening and Niall and Zayn would be alright. No drama.

            “Some days I wonder what life would be like if Jess hadn’t gotten sick when she did, or if I didn’t walk off in the middle of the lunch like a freaking drama queen.” I laughed a humorless laugh and began to stand up.

            “Then we wouldn’t have had the honor of working with you.” Liam smiled and stood up. He held his arms out for me, and I stepped into them, completely breaking and letting my emotions take over. Tears spilled from my eyes and my body was racking with sobs.

            “Shh, Piper, it’s gonna be alright.” Liam tried to calm me down, but the panic poorly hidden in his voice did not help at all.

            I pulled away from Liam with a WTF look on my face. “Liam, it’s not going to be alright! Niall and Zayn, who are basically brothers, got in a fight because of me!” I wiped away another tear and frantically ran a hand through my hair. “I’m going to find a way to fix this,” I muttered to myself and walked off, wracking my brain on a way to make things right.

Zayn

            Oh damn, how could I go and screw up any and all chances I had with Piper? The look of shock on her face when I sang to her will be forever burned into my memory. The angry words shared between Niall and I continuously play on repeat, never taking a break from making me feel like a complete and utter douche. I was wrong when I said that the only thing I could do was apologize, I can do so much more to make everything right, I just don’t know how.

            I took another drag from my freshly lit cancer stick, the smoke polluting my lungs and making me want to cough my insides out. I don’t think anyone could sleep last night, not after the display I put on. How could this morning be so beautiful and sunny, when it should pour, and be gray and crappy? Then it would match how I felt. I exhaled and watched the gray smoke blow through my lips, leaning my head back on the side of the bus in the process.

            “Those can kill you, you know.” The voice of an angel filled my ears. I turned my head to look at Piper, exhausted and distraught. Yet, she still looked stunning in her green pajama pants and blue tank top, with her hair hastily pulled back into a sloppy bun.