Little Louder Now (Harry Styles/One direction fanfic)

Chapter 6: Commence "get the girl"

Tried to capture the whole "boy" perspective.  I think it doesn't actually flow too badly.  I guess some chapters are easier to write than others.  Hope you like.

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Chapter 6:  Commence "get the girl"

*Liam's POV*

My life had really sucked for the past 2 months.

Complete understatement.

I had been with Danielle for what felt like forever... before she ripped out my heart and stomped on it, put it through a paper shredder, lit it on fire, then blew up the ashes, and salted the earth.  I was still hurt but I also saw a glimmer of hope when I looked at Holland.

Devastation was a mild way to describe what the breakup had caused.  The boys knew about it even though I didn't tell them, those sneaky little smartasses.  It was hard to keep anything secret in the One Direction house.

I ignored everything in life except our music.  At first the boys had tried to talk to me about it.  They even tried to cheer me up, but then let me sulk when I thwarted every one of their efforts.  At this point, I don't think they know what to do with me anymore.

"I'm leaving you Liam,"  she told me simply and without emotion.  "I found someone else who doesn't come with all your baggage, who will be around more, who can give me the time I deserve."  Danielle's words constantly echoed through my mind, but less frequently since I'd found out we were going on tour with Little Louder Now.

I had begged, pleaded with her at the time to just stay with me.  She didn't listen to a thing I said.  Dani gave up on us and found someone better.  It was a definite blow to my self-esteem.

All us lads were sitting in the living room watching Zayn, Harry, and Lou play Call of Duty.  Niall and I wanted to play, but we were down a couple controllers ever since they got broken when they were put in the freezer.  Don't ask how it happened.  It doesn't matter.  Just know that they were broken.  Badly.

The girls were upstairs in my room doing Lord knows what.  I just hope I can trust them up there with my Toy Story collectables.  "Be safe, Woody" was my silent prayer of the moment.

"So Nialler, what do you think about the girls?" Zayn asked, his eyes never leaving the game on the screen.

"Um, well I'm not really sure yet.  I've only really gotten to talk to Holland for a second while I was, er, showing her my room."

"Showing her your room, mate?  Is that like code for something naughty?" Louis laughed.  Poor Niall.  He's always blushing.  He can never hide how he's really feeling.  Every emotion he ever has is always plastered and readable on his little Irish face.

"WHAT?!  No, it's not CODE," Niall snapped.  "I was just showing her where she could put her stuff."

"Kinky," Zayn said.  Niall just slapped Zayn upside the head.  "Watch the quiff, leprechaun!"

"What about you, Hazza?  Did you 'show Ollie your room'?" Lou asked, raising an eyebrow suggestively.

"As much as I would have liked to, she just dumped her stuff at the foot of my bed not saying a word and walked out to find the other girls.  She still hates me," Harry said with a dejected tone to his voice.

"You liiiiiiike her.  You like her-like her," I smiled, nudging Harry.

"What are you Daddy Direction?  Like 5 years old?  Of course he more than likes her.  You've seen her right?  He totally wants her," Zayn said with a sly smile breaking across his lips.

"Headshot!" Louis screamed, taking out Zayn's player.  Zayn just groaned and clutched his controller tighter, determined to get Lou back.

"Yeah, she's really effin hot, but it's more than that.  Her personality just shines through," Harry said while his player on screen was slaughtered by Louis'.  "Even through her anger."

Da fuq?  He's off his game.  He normally kicks everyone's ass at CoD, but he's distracted I suppose.

You have to understand that Harry wasn't as big a player as people made him out to be, but he still had his fair share of one offs.

"Harry, you big softie, you.  I've never heard you like this," Niall noticed.

"I'm tired of random hookups.  It'd be nice to have something more and they're gonna be on tour with us for a while.  We wouldn't have to deal with all those goodbyes and months of separation."

The boys all nodded in agreement.

Before I knew what I was doing, I spoke up.  "That's exactly what I was thinking... someone you could be devoted to and actually spend time with."

Zayne paused the game and suddenly four pairs of eyes were locked on me.

Harry's eyes narrowed with anger and jealousy.  "You like Olivia too?"

"No, mate.  No..."  I stuttered, holding up my hands in innocence.

"Not Charlie, because I call dibs," Niall said while raising his hand.

I rolled my eyes.  Our maturity level didn't run very high when it came to girls.  "She's not the last slice of pizza or the front passenger seat of the van Niall," I paused.  "I think... I think I might like Holland," I said trying to swallow the nervous lump in my throat.

Everyone's eyebrows shot up in surprise.  Probably because this was the most I'd spoken in one conversation for 2 months AND I admitted to liking someone new.  I waited for the boys to harrass me, but the taunts never came.

"Well this is a lovely developement," Louis said grinning, no sarcasm present.  "If this all works out, none of us will be batchelors anymore."

"I'm tired of being the forever alone potato," Niall smiled goofily.  Everything always comes back to food with Niall.

"We need to come up with a plan.  We all know Liam is Mr. Commitment but he is soft as hell when it comes to getting with a woman.  How long did it take you to get with Danielle?"  I felt my neck and face flush with color at his statement.  "Better yet, how long did it take you to SLEEP with Danielle?"  There were snickers all around at Zayn's comment. "Niall's as innocent as a fucking baby penguin and Harry here... well, we ALL know how Hazza rolls," Zayn laughed, smacking Harry on the back in a congratulatory fashion.

Niall, Harry, and I all responded with an offended "hey!", even though we all knew there was some truth behind those statements.

"Well, I've got an idea on how to at least get the ball rolling," Lou said with a mischieveous glint in his eyes.

Oh hell, here we go.  Louis plans never ended well.  For example, there was the time he wanted to "go sledding" down the stairs on a matress.  Little Nialler had gone along with the idea and ended up with a mild concussion and five stitches on his forehead.  He looked like Harry fucking Potter for two weeks.  Every time he walked into a room, all the lads and I would sing the theme to the movies.  We had to cancel photo shoots and interviews so that no one asked questions because the only answer we could come up with to explain the situation was that we were fucking morons.

"I see you shaking your head Liam Payne.  Do you want this girl or not?!" Louis asked, raising his voice a few decibles.  I stopped shaking my head and just gulped.  "Good.  Now, let Operation 'get the girl' commence!"

And with that Louis explained his plot as the storm outside got worse and continued on.