Oh no. Jesus.
Out of all the people in the whole fcking world he had to call me right now.
My finger kept flicking from the green phone to the red. Back and forth until I finally pressed the green button and held my phone up to my ear.
"Hello?".
"Maddie..." He stated blankly.
"That is my name, âsshole"
"See you never lost the attitude you had a few years back" he said. I could practically see him smirking. God he's such a creep.
"Listen, I don't know what you want or why you're even calling me but could we hurry this up please" I didn't want to risk anyone hearing or seeing me on the phone as it would lead to too many questions that I don't think I can even answer myself.
"I want you."
"In your dreams pretty boy" I cooed and hung up the phone.
I sighed loudly, hitting my head repeatedly against the wall. When I had finally established a good rhythm, someone put their hand between me and the wall. Seriously can I not ever get a break?
I sighed once again and opened my eyes angrily. It was Ashton, shock..
"Do you mind?" I snapped, he interrupted my thinking.
"Nope. Not really" I hit his arm and slumped down on the sofa with Ashton following closely behind.
"So who was that on the phone?" ashton asked gripping onto my thigh.
"No one. He's not important right now and he never will be" I put my hand on top of his and played with the rings he had held securely on his thumb and middle finger. "Are you sure because you seem pretty stressed?" He just has to push and push and push..
"He's a jerk okay? I don't want to talk about him. Not yet anyway" I sighed fidgeting.
"Okay, but I'm always here for you even if it involves me picking you up at three in the morning I'll be there" He giggled alongside me,
"Well if that was your way of comforting me, I appreciate it muchly" I pulled him into a tight hug and it was only then I realised it was probably time to get back to Niall before he actually blows.
"I better get back to they other boys before they get themselves into any trouble" I wish I was joking, but have you seen Harry with a knife? It's dead dodgy.
"Okay mads, see you at the show later" he replied walking to the door with me. "Yeah maybe, goodbye".
I hopped from their bus, into the other quire easily as we had stopped for petrol. I barged through the door, but nobody seemed to be about. The bus was quiet..almost to quiet.
I heard soft sniffles coming from the bedroom so I made my way over there. There lay Louis, surrounded by hundreds of tissues, now crying into his pillow.
"Oh lou, what's wrong baby?" I practically ran to his bed and climbed in it, taking his hand in mine as I rubbed his back soothingly.
"Talk to me, please" I squeezed his hand "Let me know you're okay, tell me what's on your mind".
But still, no words left his lips.
"Louis please, tell me what's wrong" I was growing impatient now, I only wanted to help.
"It's you okay mads" He sniffles "I like you and that's the problem".
