The Curly, The Blond And The Irish. {One Direction FanFiction}

Chapter Twenty Seven - Amends

A/N- HEY GUYS! I'M BACK FROM MY HOLIDAYS SO IT'S TIME TO GET WRITING! AHHH!x- E!x

Juliette's P.O.V.

"Blow my whistle baby! Whistle baby!" Elle sang from her bedroom. I groaned and buried my face deeper into my pillow. Elle didn't understand the concept of mornings. Mornings were for sleeping. Not cranking her music up and singing her little heart out.

"Some people need there beauty sleep!" I screeched, my voice ringing through the house. I heard her giggle from her room and I knew then that she was having one of her moments.

"You're already beautiful! Wake up! I have oranges!" Elle screamed over the music, I swear to God she would be deaf by the time she was twenty. I rolled my eyes at her. A few days had passed since the arguments and I still hadn't forgiven Peter, I don't think Elle quite had either, although she still took his calls and was civil with him.

I was jerked out of my thoughts when Justin Bieber's voice drifted towards me. I heard Elle begin to sing the lyrics to Boyfriend, deepening her voice to try and sound like him. She knew how to push my buttons. As I put on my mis-matching slippers, the music turned louder. I marched into her room and glared at her as she giggled on her bed, messing up her sheets.

"Top of the morning to you Juliette." She cried, trying to imitate Niall's Irish accent, she failed miserably. He sounded nothing like that. At least I hoped he didn't.

"Elle! We have neighbors!" I sighed, imagining the snobs from across the road calling the police at that very moment.

"Don't worry, Mrs. Bennett loves Justin Bieber!" Elle said before falling into another fit of giggles. Mrs. Bennett was a ninety year old lady that lived next door to us. She had oily grey hair, a crooked nose and kind blue eyes. She was as blind as a bat, but was a very kind soul. Elle went round there sometimes to read to her, she had even gotten old Mrs Bennett into Harry Potter!

I was respond when Elle's phone starting ringing, her ring-tone was Call Me Maybe which blended strangely with Boyfriend. She turned the music down and put the phone to her ear.

"Hey Peter," She greeted, suddenly calm. She nodded her head a few times and said "Yep." in response to whatever he was saying. Her eyes flicked to me and she placed the phone into my hands. "He wants to talk to you."

I sighed and loosened my grip on the phone. I looked at it to see his name written and a picture of him smiling next to a tree. Stupid tree. Stupid Peter. Stupid fucking everything! Elle motioned me to go outside as she turned up the music, obviously giving me privacy.

"Checking I'm still alive?" I hissed into the phone when I was on the landing.

"Don't be daft Juliette. I called to apologize." Peter's guilty voice came from the other line. I sighed and sat on the stairs. He was the last person on earth I wanted to speak to. I was in a mood as it was.

"Apology not accepted." I said bluntly, I heard him sigh in the background and I smiled at his difficulty. "That was a shit apology anyway."

"What I did was wrong and I know you won't forgive me but I am sorry. You got me so mad when you started talking about Harry in the car. I'm sure he's a nice guy deep deep down, but he's trying to steal Elle. She isn't my possession but I've fallen in love with her. I would never hurt her, I love her and it pains me that you don't see that." Peter explained. I could tell he had been thinking about what he was going to say for a while.

"I don't do this often but I'm going to give you another chance. For Elle. Not for you. I'm not going to make this harder than it already is for her, she's like my sister and I swear if you hurt her again I will mess up that little face of yours, do you understand?" I threatened, pleased at how scary I sounded.