the girls of the boys

smoke bombs

"OH MY GOD" Kirsten screamed for the sixth time that night as she pulled her legs to her chest and shielded her eyes with her knees. Harry smirked a little bit and looked at his petrified girlfriend. He reached over to her with a single arm and pulled her under his arm. Kirsten's shoulder fit under his arm and her chin rested on his shoulder.

"My little baby" Harry whispered to her as he pulled her even a little closer to him and kissed her temple.

"Shutup, you know I hate scary movies" she whined, a girl walked across the screen unaware of the danger lurking behind the corner. She buried her face in his shoulder and the girl was brutally knifed, only one of 6 murders we had seen so far.

"Louis, why the fuck do you even have this movie?" I asked turning to him with slight disgust.

"What, you don't like it either?" he asked with great confusion in his voice.

"Does anyone enjoy this?" I asked loudly and made eye contact with Becca who was snugly under the crook of Zayn's arm on the little couch. Zayn had fallen asleep and his neck curved forward. Becca smiled at me but we both knew she wasn't enjoying this, she just didn't want to move and wake up Zayn because he hadn't gotten very much sleep lately.

"Oh please, you guys are such girls, this is a quality film" Harry said quietly, acknowledging Zayn being asleep. Zayn made an inaudible sound and rubbed his eyes. Becca craned her neck and looked up at him

"Hello again, sleeping beauty," she said smiling at looking up and down at him.

"Yeah" he replied as he stretched and sat up a bit, "We're still watching this shit?" he asked inquisitively.

"Yep" Kirsten replied flatly, clearly not amused.

"I'm gonna head out for a bit, I'll be back in a bit" Zayn said, slowly rising to his feet. Becca crinkled her eyebrows but rose as well.

"Mind if I go with?" She asked innocently

"Sure" He whispered back barely audible, he placed his hand on the small of her back and ushered her out of the room

"Ah, the mysterious life of Becca and Zayn," Harry said crossing his ankles and stretching out.

"As if we'll ever know what they're up to" I said with a little laugh and a roll of my eyes

MEANWHILE:

Zayn took a drag on an almost finished cigarette as he walked swiftly down the street getting farther and farther from our flat. Becca hurried to keep up but kept looking over her shoulder at our home that just kept getting smaller.

"Zayn?" She asked as she almost jogged beside him, "Where are we going?"

"I'm going . . . out. I didn't ask you to come along, just head back to the house, okay?" Becca heard the strain in his voice and decided to let him wander into the night. She knew he had his cell on him so she hesitantly turned around, gave a final look in his direction and headed back towards the flat.

The movie continued to play in the background as each of us had our own conversations. Harry was lazily on the couch with Kirsten pressed in between the back of the couch and his torso. He had his arm around her and her shoulder under his arm. Her head rested on his shoulder and she looked up to him as they spoke. I was with Louis on the loveseat and I could tell he was falling asleep so I made sure to keep the topics light and easy to talk about.

"Are you glad we're back home?" Mumble-asked Harry to Kirsten, he lowered his chin to look her in the eyes.

"Yeah, of course I'm glad" she replied quietly glancing up at his piercing green eyes.

"Will you miss being on tour with me?" he asked a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

"Why would I miss being on tour with you when I can be right here with you instead?" She asked nuzzling into his shoulder a bit more and inhaling his scent of laundry detergent and John Claude for Him cologne.

"You won't miss your fans?"

"Harry," she paused as a smile crept across her face, "I don't have fans, you do, I'm one of them" she smiled at him and pushed herself up so she could kiss the corner of his mouth.

"Are you now?" he asked as a toothy grin appeared.

"Yes, and I'm the number one fan" she said triumphantly.

"And I'm glad you are," he said kissing her hair and hugging her neck tighter for a long moment, until my laugh filled the room. Harry craned his neck up to see what all the commotion was about. Louis had woken up a bit and offered to paint my toenails, and he did so in a horrible fashion. Paint was on my skin and some had leaked onto the couch.

"Oh my god, Louis, you're terrible" Harry said letting his head fall back on the pillow and letting out a loud belly laugh. Kirsten snickered into Harry's chest and tried stifle her laugh.

"Hey! I'd like to see you do better!" Louis shouted back and grinned as he painted my pinky toe. I smiled to myself and glanced up as I saw Harry pulling his arm out from under Kirsten.

"I will do better. Kirsten, get me some nail polish." He said locking eyes with Louis and giving a wicked grin. Louis smiled back and hunched over to fix the sloppy mess on my toes. Harry got the nail polish and carefully began doing long strokes of pink Sally Hansen polish on Kirsten's big toe. After he finished he gave it a kiss and moved onto the next toe and did the same until he painted all her toenails a bright cotton candy pink.

"I dunno," I said, pausing, "I think Harry beat ya" I said to Louis shrugging and smiling.

"He did not, ugh whatever, I'm going to bed, that game was shit anyway," he huffed in pretend upset. He pulled out a blanket from under the couch and held it up motioning for me to climb under with him. He was the big spoon and he pulled me close to him so I could hear his soft breaths on the back of my neck I smiled to myself and looked over to where Kirsten and Harry were also preparing for bed. The horror film had been shut off and harry lowered the lights with his remote. Kirsten and Harry mimicked how we were set up and we said our "goodnight's" before completely turning off the light and falling into a slumber.

I heard Becca quietly enter the flat about twenty minutes after everyone said goodnight, she was quiet and alone. She glanced over at us and tiptoed into the bedroom and closed the door.

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It must have been at least two in the morning when I saw two shadows moving around in the kitchen. I noticed Harry was missing and the other, I figured, was Zayn, they were arguing but in a hushed whisper, until it wasn't a whisper anymore and their voices began rising.

"We're all going to die of fucking cancer if you don't stop smoking inside" I head Harry hiss in the dark.

"Quite busting my balls, man, it not like you don't take a smoke here and there, leave it alone," Zayn said, I saw him push Harry off his shoulder. Becca's small frame appeared in the bedroom door and she bit her nail as she watched the scene unfold. Louis and Kirsten were still asleep but I saw Kirsten stir a bit when she didn't feel Harry next to her.

"Listen to me man, I have the fucking decency to not smoke in the fucking house where we'll all die of suffocation," Harry sneered back with just enough punch in his voice to make Zayn lock eyes with is through the dark

"Don't fuck with me you mother fucking piece of shit," Zayn growled. I knew Becca had never seen him like this; I hadn't either and it was surreal.

"Stop being a fucking shit head" Harry snapped. Yet Zayn instantly flipped on him and  drew back his fist. There was a sickening pop and everyone awake knew Zayn had hit Harry, and hard. I saw a shadow stagger backwards a bit before landing on the kitchen floor with a thud.