the girls of the boys

night of the broken glass

#RIPZecca

#PrayforZayn

    Zayn angrily scrolled through his twitter timeline as blurry photos of two figures kissing on lawn chairs repeatedly flooded his feed. He grimaced as a clearer shot showed up from some One Direction updates account wrote that Becca was spotted at Ashton's house party, kissing the host. Zayn clenched his jaw and sheathed his teeth as his neck veins tightened. He let out a loud frustrated shout and Harry lifted his head from his reclined position on the couch to glance at Zayn.

    "You okay mate?" Harry asked nonchalantly. His answer, was Zayn nearly hitting him with the phone that was chucked with great vigor across the room shattering the window behind Harry. Upon instinct, Harry covered his head and ducked as shards of glass dust covered his shirt. He remained perfectly still, his eyes wide and looking around attentively at the shards of glass surrounding his indented cushion. Harry slowly rose as he heard Zayn making loud breaths through pinched lips. Zayn had crazy eyes and was watching Harry stand up and shake out his hair sending a few glass shards towards Zayn. Zayn blocked on in his blind anger and the glass cut his hand leaving a long slash on his palm.. But he didn't notice it. He kept his gaze locked on Harry. Harry looked at Zayn and raised his eyebrows momentarily.

    "Gimme your phone." Zayn demanded, Harry gave him an incredulous look and shook his head in disbelief, sending the final fragments from his hair and onto the wooden floor.

    "No way, were you not aware of what you just did to your phone?" Harry said, swivelling to look at the busted window.

    "I need to address this little piss asses, they don't know anything about Becca, it's probably photoshopped, she would never" His voice faded off and he covered his face in his hand. He bit his lip with increasing pressure to keep himself from breaking down in front of Harry. His lip began emitting blood from his teeth angrily pressing into the soft skin. He kept his palms over his head and balled his hands into fists. His nails left small crescent marks  on his palm skin.

   

    "You know that calling them out if just going to get your ass kicked by management and they'll start hating on you . . ." Harry said grabbing his shirt and yanking it over the back of his head so that the glass didn't cut him.

    "What the fuck am I supposed to do? Just sit here and let my mind paint the images of Ashton being . . . with my girl." Zayn grimaced and put his elbows on his knees.

    "Oh thank God, they're home now," Harry said motioning to the head lights that illuminated the almost dark living room. Zayn took a steadying breath and wiped his hands on his jeans as he stood up.

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Becca giggled as she sauntered up the steps slightly teetering. Kirsten was prett somber after Luke had confronted her and freaked her out she never had the chance to do any crack or even get very drunk. I, on the other hand was giddy and bubbling as Louis tried to steady me. He hushed me a few times for sake of Becca who was delirious and Kirsten who was mad, but everytime he shushed me, I lowered my voice for about one minute before, unbeknownst to me, my volume climber right back up.

Becca yanked the door back with all her strength and nearly toppled down the stairs at the strength it took drunk Becca to open it. Kirsten was fuming and pushed past Becca who nearly fell at her force. Kirsten blew by her and bee lined for Harry who grabbed her shoulders and looked imploringly into her scowling face.

"Becca." Zayn said from the shadows as he took a step towards her.

"Zaynie!" Becca bubbled wrapping her flimsy arms around his neck and swaying slightly on her heels.

"Becca." Zayn said again more sternly as he stood firmly in his spot as Becca tried to dance with him.

"Becca!" Zayn snapped looking at her and she looked up at him with startled eyes.

"What?" She asked quietly. He sighed and put his hands on her neck and gently pulled her close, looking into her eyes.

"Did you kiss Ash-" His voice caught in his throat and he swallowed hard looking at her.

"Zayn, I'm tired and drunk I can't have this conversation right now." Becca said as she wriggled away from him and moved towards the bedroom. Zayn tightly gripped her wrist.

   

"No." He commanded firmly, tightening his grip.

"Ow, Zayn, you're hurting me." Becca said, slightly whining. "Zayn, seriously, let go." Zayn held onto her and just was silent as he breathed slowly through his nose.

"Zayn, she said let her go . . ."Louis said, his courage coming from the coke. I gently put my arm on Louis but he stepped towards Zayn and I pulled back watching in horror.

"Mate, let her go," Harry said also stepping forward towards Zayn who's whole body was shaking from big breaths that just went in and were blown out. His grip still tightly on Becca.

"Zayn. Let go of me." Becca commanded, her tone transitioning quickly.

"You have no right to tell me what to do, you . . . cheater" He spat at her. Becca cowered like a dog who had been kicked.

"Zayn that's enou-" Louis didn't get to finish because within a second, Zayn had released Becca and swung his arm from Becca who was on his right to Louis' jaw opposit Becca.

"Oh my God" Louis spat as he rubbed his jaw, Zayn had hit him hard enough that he had lost his center of balance and fallen onto the wood floors with a thud

"Oh my god, you fucking monster," I spat at Zayn as I stooped down to look at Louis' sloly growing lip.

"No," Harry interjected, "No fucking way you start this shit again." He said seething himself.

"What are you gonna do pretty boy?" Zayn hissed acidly.

Without hesitation Harry leaped onto Zayn and tackled him to the floor. Zayn hadn't prepared for Harry to put up a real fight so he was surprised as his body was thrown to the floor. Zayn immediately threw Harry's body from his and leaped on top of Harry and sat on his stomach. He punched Harry once, squarely in the jaw before Harry retaliated and Louis jumped in. Harry flipped Zayn off him, and since it wasn't hard from going to the gym daily he flipped him with ease, sending his skinny body off him and a few feet away. Louis scrambled over to pin Zayn's arms down and Harry sat on his stomach as he writhered and kicked from beneath them. Louis kept his arms firmly to the ground and Harry pressed his shoulders, waiting for him to get back into his right mind.

Zayn calmed down, to some degree, after 5 minutes of being held firmly to the ground.

"Get the fuck off me you fucking twinks," Zayn said trying to get a rise, but even Zayn knew that Louis and Harry were perfectly contented with their ladies so they rolled their eyes at each other. "Seriously, get the fuck off me, I'm not gonna kill anyone" He said through a set jaw of anger.

Louis released his arms and Harry stood up off his stomach and gave him a helping hand up. Zayn shook his hair out and glanced angrily at Becca who was shrinking every second he glared at her.

"I'm sleeping in the bed . . . alone." He said and sauntered into the bedroom, giving Becca a cutting glare and slamming the door closed. Becca jumped at the loud slam of the door and looked at us.

"Better get the peas out of the freezer, mate." Harry said slowly as he glanced at Louis.