He Can't Remember

What had I done

Niall instantly went to the food, as we entered the cafeteria. Louis went with him, having his hand on the blonds shoulder. Harry , Zayn, and I went to a table, sitting in an awkward silence. Harry kept staring at me. I could tell he was still pretty pissed off but, he hid most of it well. Zayn started at his hands under the table, maybe looking at his phone, I don't think so though. He looked up at me, than back down at his hands.

The silence lasted even after Niall and Louis returned with three trays of food. Zayn, Niall and Louis grabbed some food and ate in silence. Harry just stared at it, and I just sat looking at Niall. Not even food seemed to help him. He just pushed the food around the plate. Why was I thinking food could help him. I don't remember this boy. Do I?

The silence was broken by a strange shriek coming from behind me.  We all looked and saw two tall brunettes and a sorta tall blonde, coming over, markers and paper in hand. Louis and Niall tried to force smiled but weren't all to successful. Harry stared at them with the same stare he had been giving me for the past ten minutes. Zayn looked up and than down again. He didn't seem to care what went on anymore.

" Oh my gosh!" yelled the blonde, even though she was getting glares from around the room." Your one direction!"

At that moment every detail flew back into my mind about the boys. Why I couldn't remember them from Nialls Irish accent around all the British ones, and Harry's curls. Then I felt as if I had hit a brick wall. I had hit and knocked out Liam Payne. I wanted to run out of the room and cry till dehydration killed me.

" Can we have your autographs?" Asked the taller of the two brunettes. She had a horsish look to her face. Harry looked over at Louis, who shook his head

" AH, loves. This isn't really a good time. WE can't right now but later. We promise." Louis's voice seemed sweet but, he had a choking sound to it.

" Oh. Please, Just one paper." said the blonde. She seemed like the type of person that would do anything to get anything. She turned to Harry, trying to look cute.

" Hey, miss. Louis said No. You obviously can't see that something happened. They can't give you autographs right now. And the way your acting, I don't think you'll get one." I said. Harry's glare lightened a bit.

" And, who are you? Your probable just some random fan trying to act nice and stuff so one of them will date you. Or get your fifteen minutes of fame" She went from sweet and flirty to down right catfight ready,

" I'm their. I'm their." Damn, what am I? I most likely not going to be one of their friends.

" She is me... me friend from back home." Niall said. He looked at me giving me a meek smile. I mouthed Thank you.

" I see. Well than sorry to bother you." Said the blonde. She knew she couldn't fight. One last glare to me she walked over to the two brunettes.

" Thanks. I'm sorry, that I've been sorta tough on you. " Harry said looking into my eyes. " But, I mean. Liam is family. I don't know what would happen if we lost him. He is always there for us and helping us when stuff got hard." A tear slid down his cheek "I just don't know."

He placed his head in his hands and started to cry. Niall wrapped his arm around Harry, tears trickling down his face. Looking around the table Louis and Zayn were silently crying. Seeing them like this. To feel that this was my fault. tears began to stream down my face and my head fell into my hands. It was to much to feel like your the cause that you may have hurt someone who was really loved. Arms pulled me into a hug and I buried my head into his chest..  Then another pair and another pair and finally one last pair. When we pulled apart I looked around. Everyone of us had red puffy eyes. We all sat again, closer but in a silence less awkward then how we started.