the girls of the boys

not romantic

"Oh my god" I heard someone yell and quickly realized it was myself. I was up and running towards the kitchen, as was Becca. Kirsten was just waking up and Louis was rubbing his eyes and checking the time.

Harry was on the kitchen floor with his hand holding his jaw, Zayn was just looming over him with a cigarette poised in his hand, he took a drag and looked with fiery eyes at Becca and I who were standing in the doorway with our mouth covered. I pushed past Zayn and knelt next to Harry. Yet Harry flew past me and stood up so he was square with Zayn.

"How fucking much did you drink tonight?" Harry growled, still holding his jaw.

"Why do you always stick your nose in stuff that has nothing to fucking do with you." Zayn hissed acidly.

"Because we're in this boyband together, all three of us, we're role models" Harry shouted, motioning towards Zayn, and Louis who was now in the doorway watching as well.

"Don't fucking lecture me on this damn boyband," Zayn murmured, looking up through his long lashes and searing Harry with a look of disgust. "Please, you know how many fucks I give about that," Zayn whispered, snorting without humor.

"Yeah I do, but you know very fucking well you're in this until you drop dead, Malik, get with the program and get your fucking head out of your ass" Harry said harshly before blowing by him.

"WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU TO TELL ME ANYTHING?" bellowed Zayn, laughing maniacally. "Listen to me . . . 'Styles'" Zayn said his eyes narrowing and a savage smile spreading across his lips. He took a step towards Harry and grabbed his hollow cheeks with his thumb, pointer, and middle fingers. He squeezed so hard that his knuckles turned white and the skin on Harry's cheeks squished out between Zayn's long fingers. Harry grabbed Zayns wrist and held it to make sure Zayn wouldn't do anything blatantly stupid. They held each other's gaze and Zayn's jaw clenched.

"Listen to me, Styles" Zayn repeated, moving closer to Harry's face so that they were almost touching noses, "I, do whatever the fuck I want." Zayn took his hand and flicked his wrist to the left so Harry's face was cast to the ground. Harry shook his head for a minute, sending his curls flying. He rubbed his jaw line with his fingers, pausing for a moment to choose his next move.

"Get the fuck out" was all Harry said, he straightened his back and rose to full height so he was overpowering Zayn by a good three inches. Zayn straightened his posture as well but it didn't matter because Harry still had a fair margin over him. Zayn glanced at Becca who was cowering in the corner where Harry had been struck. His eyes narrowed at her and Harry stepped in his view for fear he would attack her next in his drunken state.

"Get out," Harry repeated, this time clearly and slowly, enunciating the words and dragging them out for Zayn.

"As if I give a motherfuck" Zayn replied, it was a weak attempt but nobody said anything. He made a disgusted sound and reached past Harry for his pack of Marlboro cigarettes. He palmed the box and sneered at Harry before taking his jacket off the counter and sauntering out of the house, slamming the door behind him.

I heard Becca exhale first, she was sitting on her knees on the floor. Zayn's shirt that she slept in draped almost romantically around her legs like a dress, but the evening was anything but romantic.