Chocolate ♡ The 1975/One Direction/5 Seconds of Summer

Chapter Sixteen

Matty's POV

I feel my heart get heavy. As I drive to the large resort, I realise something. This major argument will take the focus away from the real mission here - Harry and Kat.

Although Harper is my girlfriend, Steph is my sister. She might truly believe that she knows Steph more than Steph knows herself, but I know what's best for her.

I have known her since she was born. She's a complete fucktard, yes, but she got that from our father. He too was an idiot - and proud of it. Technically I inherited my mother's qualities - mature, intelligent and an introvert. Steph was born an extrovert. I envied her at times. Although she was a complete nerd like me, she was sociable - easier to talk to. I was socially awkward. And Steph usually formed my friendships for me.

Steph is an awesome person. Her worst quality would not being able to say no. To anything really. The only time I ever heard her say no to someone was when they made her do something she wasn't comfortable with. But, she just couldn't say no. She got stuck in shit conversations because 'she didn't want to be rude' and she 'went out' with a boy in Grade 7, because 'she didn't want to hurt his feelings by saying no.'

If Harper went up to her and told her to break up with Luke, she'd scrap the idea immediately. That was her hint of Stubborn that she got from our mother. But, like our father, she'd overthink. She'd wonder why Harper wanted her to do that. She'd wonder if Luke asked Harper to say that. And usually, she'd come to me for advice. Which I was shit at. The Healys are particularly shit at giving advice, but ya'know. We tried.

Moving back to the task at hand. Why the fuck does Harper find Luke so vulgar? I mean - I did exactly the same thing as Luke. She didn't hate me for it.

Steph is naïvely innocent. She can't see the dangers of the world through her young eyes. And while Luke may be the same age, he's experienced more. A hell of a lot more.

My phone buzzes in my pocket as I move to the back of the car.

To: matty.

I've taken Steph out. Trying to keep her away from Harper. Kat is meeting Harry soon, and Harper will be alone in the resort. Please try to get through to her. Steph's the best thing that's ever happened to me. Hopefully I'll see you soon. Luke.

To: Luke.

Luke. I'll try my best man. I'm glad to hear she means that much to you. Just know that you have my blessing, alright? You look after my sister more than anyone else could and I'm so grateful for that. Take care of her and yourself while you're out, see you soon, Matty.

To say that Luke was my friend is an understatement. He's a brother to me. Sure, I'm close with George, but Luke - I'm not sure. We have always been closer. When I was away from Steph, he reminded me of him and we bonded.

Kat's POV

Harper tells me to wear my best outfit. Knowing Harper's idea of 'best outfit' isn't a formal dress, I just stick to what I know. Tight, high waisted black jeans match a Nirvana shirt, right? I tuck the shirt in, and put on a denim jacket too. It's all about the accessories, isn't it? My Docs are comfy. They look cool to. Why not. I throw them on and practically skip out of the door. Harper looks me up and down and grins. "I fucking applaud your outfit, dude." We high five, and then she goes back to her attempt at being serious.

"The taxi is taking you somewhere special. Don't question it. Just go with it." She opens the door and I step into the small, obnoxiously yellow taxi. The colour was a stark contrast to my mainly black outfit, but matched the yellow on my Nirvana top. Nailed it.

The taxi took me to a creepy ass concert venue. What the actual fuck. I was literally about to call Harper and tell her to shove it up her arse, until Niall came out in a full suit. Honestly, he looked like a prick.

"Hello, Madam. I'm your host for tonight. Please, follow me." He smiles and I roll my eyes, following his hasty footsteps.

We went down a large alleyway. I'm guessing the major exit of the place. God I'm confused. Slowly the puzzle pieces matched up, and as soon as I found the answer to the puzzle, Harry Styles came into view.

Shirtless, and wearing that red cap that I had grown to love.

He looks over his shoulder, a worried look plastered on his face. When he sees me, though, it turns into a small smile. And I feel myself melt under his gaze.

This is going to be a fucking long night.

Shoot me now.