Little Louder Now (Harry Styles/One direction fanfic)

Chapter 38: Black eye

Chapter 38:  Black eye

*Holland POV*

I was in a huff.  Liam pissed me off because he didn't tell me where he was or when he was coming back.  His actions really threw me for a loop.

I know things had been off between us for the past few days.  I thought out of all the One Direction guys, Liam was the one I could trust him the most, or so I though.  It didn't help that I really liked him and was falling hard for the brown haired and browned eyed sex god. He seemed like he had the whole package... until now.  I couldn't stop ruminating over his strange behavior.  Something was going on and I was determined to let him fix this shit because I hadn't done anything wrong.

Currently we were watching 'House at the End of the Road'.  I wanted to be snuggled up to to Liam.  It was a terrifying movie and I needed his comfort but that wasn't an option.  His mobile was off and I had no way to reach him.  I hate that I still wanted him even though he was being a right prick.

I was currently wedged between Zayn and Louis who were trying to make jokes at the scariest parts of the movie, but it wan't succeeding in making me feel better.  It was actually pretty annoying.  Charlie and Niall were scarfing pizza, laughing at the most terriffying scenes.  Just as things were getting good, there was a loud pounding on the front door.  Too petrified to watch any more of this shit, I hopped up to go and answer the  door.  I headed to the entry way and was treated by a shock.

Ed Sheeran.

To say I was at a loss for words was an understatement.  If Ollie was here to see this, she'd loose it.

"Where is he?!" the ginger seethed with anger.  His shoulders were shaking and his face was almost the color of his red hair.

Louis ws standing behind me now taking in the state of the redhead in the doorway,

"Errm, I assume you're looking for Harry?" I managed t get out, shocked that one of the most famous UK artists was at my door.

"No.  I need to give Zayn a piece of my mind!" he shouted.

The rest of our group slowly made their way into the entry way, confused by the yelling and the apocalyptic look plastered on Ed's face.

Zayn was standin at the back of the qroup and Ed stalked over to the quiet lad.

"YOU!" he roared.

Zayn looked at Ed quizically, unsure what the hell was going on.  Before Zayn could ask any questions, Ed clocked Zayn right in his eye.  Ed was pulling back to hit Zayn again but Louis interviened.

"What the actual FUCK Sheeran?!" Zayn hollard, bringing up his hand to his now bruising and swelling face.

"That's for Thalia you PRCIK!"

I stood in shock, watching the fight unfold.  How did Ed and Thalia know each other?

"What the ACTUAL fuck Sheeran?!" Naill repeated in a ear-piercing scream..

Ed slammed a tabloid hard into Zayn's chest.  It was the infamous picture of Zayn and Thalia in their undergarments.  "That's my BABY sister and she's hysterical.  She lost all her clients, her only way of making a living.  She can barely afford rent as is and now... who knows what will happen and it's all because of you, you selfish TWAT!"

Zayn looked down at his shoes, unable to look at Ed who had been one of his best mates for a while.  He sighed, looking more and more dejected.

"I called Tal and after the picture was released and begged her, pleaded for her to let me make things right.   She wouldn't let me though.  She didn't want my help.  It broke my heart that she wouldn't let me fix this mess I caused.  I offered everything I could think of to make things right," Zayn said welling up again.  I didn't know if it was because of his black eye or his honest emotions for Thatlia, but his eyes were tearing up.