Meeting 1D In Your PJs Is Not Fun

Sad Day

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Zayn POV

It took all my willpower not to beat the pulp out of Dylan. I kept clenching and unclenching my fists and grinding my teeth. I could tell that the other lads were restraining themselves from throwing a few hundred punches. Liam was darkly glaring at a spot by Dylan's head and Louis was kept cracking his knuckles. Niall hadn't touched the food Finley had set out, eyebrows scrunched together. Harry kept fidgeting and lightly pounding his fists against the counter.

We all jumped when a thud from the stairs announced Finley. I carefully watched her as she walked in, concentrating on Niall's phone that she had somehow snagged. Niall gasped and snatched it out of her hands. She smirked.

The moment of truth: Steph came sliding down the banister. She landed lightly and walked straight to the fridge, eyes cast down. She opened the door and rummaged around for a few moments and came back, chugging from the milk container. Still drinking, she left for the game room.

"Finley, what were you doing with my phone?" Niall's voice snapped me from my dark fantasies, involving Dylan and a lot of rope.

"I texted someone..." Finley trailed off, head stuck in the cabinet.

"Who?"

Finley lifted her head out and shrugged, a cookie sticking out of her mouth. "What? I eat when I get upset." Dylan chuckled and Finley threw a dark look over her shoulder. If looks could kill, he had been slowly poisoned, stabbed, shot, stuffed, and hung over her mantel. Dylan brushed it off and yawned.

"How long did you and Steph date?" Liam didn't both to try and cover up to disgust and rage from his voice.

Dylan scratched his arm. "About three years." And yawned again. I was about to murder this boy.

"About three years? And you just decided to up and dump her for her best friend?" Louis glared at Dylan.

"Dude, Beatrice was hot and Steph got boring. If you were me, what would you have done?" Dylan gazed lazily at Louis.

Finley snorted. "I would have paid more attention to Steph and stopped chasing anything in a tight skirt."

"Are you saying you like Steph?" Dylan smirked. Niall sensed danger and grabbed Finley around the waist, shoving her into his lap.

"I'm saying that you're a dick and a douche bag and a piece of sh—," Finley snarled. She almost broke Niall's grip when the door bell rang.

"Saved by the bell," Harry mumbled as he skirted past me.Two familiar voices floated from the door. Liam and Louis jumped up and ran to their girlfriends. I wrapped my arm around Finley's shoulder and gently guided her to the door. Niall followed behind me, making sure that she didn't escape. Dylan trailed behind.

Liam had scooped Danielle up and was lip-locked. Eleanor was flying in the air, Louis spinning her around. Louis set her down and lightly pecked her on the lips, beaming. Harry was playing with his hoodie string, waiting for us.

I smiled slightly at the sight of familiar faces. Danielle smiled sadly at me and gave me a quick hug. Eleanor skipped over and hugged me after Niall. Hugs were given around and Finley kept blushing at winks from the girls. Niall smirked and looped his arm around her waist. Finley gratefully rested her head on his shoulder.

"So, who's this?" Eleanor asked, safe in Louis's arms. Dylan winked at her and Louis flushed.

"Dylan." Liam replied flatly. Eleanor's open face was replaced by disgust and anger. Danielle glared at Dylan. Evidently, they had been well informed.