Text Be More Than Friends

Chapter Thirteen: A Change of Plans

Chapter Thirteen:

                P. O. V. = Liam Payne

                Sitting on a crowded booth in a packed restaurant I found it extremely hard to breathe, especially due to the fact everybody’s eyes were on me for having the knackered Maddie asleep on my shoulder, Harry was giving me death glares whilst Niall looked at me with regret. I knew this was starting to get personal, Harry’s never not gotten a girl he liked head-over-heels in love with him before, and I knew it wasn’t the rejection that was killing him (although that was eating away his insides) but the fact she liked ME back and not him.

                “So . . . you know I felt very strange with Ms. Cougar flirting with you Harry, everyone knows you’re mine!” Louis joked trying to end the awkward silence settling. Harry didn’t even look up from his fried chicken in which he was jabbing sullenly with a fork and Lou feigned hurt.

                “Shut up Lou,” Harry snarled . . . whoa! Who twisted his trouser in a bunch?

                “Haz calm down,” Zayn spoke quietly and sure so that you couldn’t help but feel like that was the right thing to do, clearly annoyed Harry rolled his eyes leaving Niall giving me warning looks.

                Suddenly Maddie resting on my shoulder shuddered in her sleep. Quietly I absentmindedly stroked a small portion of her back still bothered by Harry’s horrid outcries and wondering if this was still all a big game. I knew it must’ve started out like a game of charades, I mean she clearly admitted it the other day yet I couldn’t help but find myself forgiving her. I guess it was the part of me that’s just plain gullible, I forgive and forget excessively easily and my mum had always told me not to be so forgiving. It was hard for me; I liked to see the good in people rather than the bad.

                Still around me snaps and comebacks were loosely being shouted in every direction and I knew I should’ve said something although I couldn’t muster the courage to break up the rows. Louis spat in the direction of Harry some words that I had never thought I’d ever hear Louis mutter; they were cruel and meant to tear the boy’s heart out. Still that was nothing compared to the colorful language Niall was using clearly showing the lad wasn’t as innocent as the world believed him to be whilst Zayn just shook his head. It was horrid. We’ve all had our share of rows but this was different I knew feelings were doomed to be hurt.

                “Everyone!” I called out somewhat audible above the arguments. “We need to calm down! We’re in bloody public for goodness’ sake!” I called out louder this time making all the heads snap into focus. I huffed. “Guys can we just calm down and settle this elsewhere?” whilst Niall looked like that may be acceptable Louis and Harry turned their attention to each other with stone cold glares.

                “Shut up Liam, I’m not a child I can bloody do whatever I want and you can’t change a thing about that, you aren’t in charge over here. What makes you think you’re the king of me?” Harry snarled not taking his eyes off of Lou. The iris surrounding the pupil was a murky color and I shivered.

                “Liam this row isn’t about you,” Louis agreed although much kinder, this was personal now and I knew it would be hard to get them to back off, still I gave Zayn a warning glance and stood up and grabbed one of them. Whilst pulling a punching and kicking Harry I ordered Niall to take Maddie out and do something with her, she may have unintentionally caused this mess but still I couldn’t leave her alone in a restaurant! As I carried Harry he kicked my shins until they were raw and bleeding causing every step to make me wince.