Plot 22

Chapter 16

Megan POV

Niall and I didn't speak much over the weekend. It wasn't because we were mad at each other. We just had nothing to say. I spent most of my time with Parker. I was glad to have a girl that I could have fun with. She had to go do an interview, so I had the house to myself.I thought her job was pretty awesome. All she had to do was interview people? I would love that. But, I was bored, and I needed something to do. I called Harry up to see what everyone was doing. They were recording today and said that I could tag along. I got dressed in sweatpants and a tank top. Niall and I weren't together anymore, so who was I trying to impress? When I go to the studio, all of them were there.

"Hey, Megan", Louis yelled.

He was the person that was pissed at me the most. Why was I suddenly on his good side?

"Uh, hey Louis".

"How are you?"

"I'm good, what about you?"

"I'm doing better".

"Glad to hear it".

I looked at Harry in confusion. He shrugged suspiciously and laughed.

"So, what are you boys recording today?"

"Kiss You", Niall said, "it's our favorite one so far".

I was excited about the boys' new album. They had worked really hard on it. I sat down on the leather couch and looked at them.

"What do you think you're doing?", Zayn asked.

"Waiting for you guys to record", I said, wondering where this was coming from.

"What makes you think that you get to hear the song before everyone else does?"

Had I lost privileges just because Niall and I weren't together?

I looked down at the couch and pretended to admire the design.

"Uh, I just thought....". 

"Well, you thought wrong", Zayn asked.

I looked at Niall and Harry for help, and they avoided eye contact.

"I'm kidding, Megan", he said, "calm down".

"YOU DICK", I shouted.

He laughed and took off running. I chased after him. He was faster than me, but I was pissed. My adrenaline gave me speed. I caught in him 2 minutes. I jumped on his back and started hitting him in the face.

"You're such a girl", he said, keeling over in laughter.

I didn't let up. I continued making little jabs in his side. Then, I did the one thing that I knew he wouldn't like. I put my hands in his hair and messed it up.

"Megan, stop", he said.

"No, Mr. Malik. That's what you get for for being mean to me".

My hands were still in his hair, ruthlessly mussing. I didn't stop because of his shouting. The only thing that made me take my hands off of him was Louis pulling me off. I felt myself being lifted into the air and back onto the leather upholstery.

"If you can't play nice, you shouldn't be here at all", Louis said.

I smirked and looked down. My foot made contact between his legs.

"OOOH", he said, hitting the ground.

"Nut check", I yelled. 

Harry laughed. "It's cup check, you dunce. You're checking for the cup, not the nuts".