to love and be loved

four

four

"I don't even know why you're mad at me." I rolled my eyes, incredibly annoyed with Louis.

"Because you're doing exactly what I told you not to. Don't be dumb, Mary."

"I'm not being dumb, I let him sleep in my bed, did you want me to send him to have a little slumber party with you? Grow up Lou, it was harmless."

"Why didn't you just leave the bastard on the floor? Your rules are so fucking ridiculous." He practically spat at me.

"Fine then, next time we come to the city, Liam gets your bed and your arse can reside on the floor. Don't be rude, you're being incredibly jealous and quite frankly, have no reason to be. Get over it." I retorted.

"He's bad news and you know it. I am just watching out for you."

"Thanks, but no thanks. I already have a dad for that."

"Fine, but when you shag him and he wants nothing to do with you, I don't want to hear about it." Word after word that flowed through his lips angered me more by the second.

"Really? How well did that go for you? And I quote, 'This was supposed to be a one night stand.' Those words came out of your fat mouth."

"Not my fault I fell in love with a slut."

Rage boiled through my body, I hardly had a chance to think about my actions, I just wanted him to shut up. I pursed my lips and raised my hand back. Throwing my hand forward as hard as I could, whipping it across his face. The crack of skin connecting echoed against the white walls. Vibrations of pain radiated through my hand up into my fingers tips. My palm was bright red, but couldn't match the shade that had started to appear on Louis' face.

His eyes were wide, unknowing of how to answer my gesture. A triumphant grin spread across my face as I spun around on my heel and went back to enjoy my breakfast. "Have fun at tea, Lou."

Walking down the short hallway, you could hear Bryn giggling at something Harry had just said.

"That was quite some talk." Niall broke out into a loud cackle, "You smacked the shit outta him."

"Were you all listening?" My eyes widened.

"No, we just sent Niall to do that, but technically we already knew what he was going to talk to you about." Harry shrugged, "Jealous bastard."

"Where did the tosser go anyway? To go cry in a corner?" Niall managed to say, although he was laughing so hard I was surprised he could still breathe.

"He said he was meeting some people for tea, but honestly I don't care where he is."

"Oh yeah! He's meeting up with Zayn and Edward."

Zayn and Edward were a couple years older than us, and they hung out with a sketchy crowd, yet Louis loved to hang out with him. Edward was Harry's older brother, and they couldn't have been more opposite even though Harry was the spitting image of him.

Edward was covered in tattoos, and had a couple piercings here and there. He spoke as if he were 80 years old, all about literature and sophisticated things that didn't really interest me. I had only spoken to the bloke a couple times but Harry hated hanging around him.

"I don't understand why he hangs out with Edward, he's gonna get him hooked on some hardcore drugs or something, I swear on it." Harry rolled his eyes, sipping on his glass of orange juice.

"Oh come off it Styles, he's your brother."

"You have a brother?" Bryn raised her eyebrow. It wasn't surprising she didn't know, Harry never said a word about it and we never saw Edward.