Warning! Not edited. In need of an editor!
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Niall stormed into the new hotel room, I was lazily laying on the bed, with my feet in the air watchin Cat in The Hat with Josh.
He looked angry and relieved at the same time, searching my face, for God knows what reason.
I got up off the bed, smiling sheepishly, trying to turn on my lack of innocence.
I bit my lip, my hands clasped together behind my back, swaying side to side softly.
"Why did you fight a fan??"
He yelled, angrily jabbing a finger into my face.
I dropped the innocence act faster than you would drop a flaming ball of fire.
"Are you kidding me right now?"
I fired back, crossing my arms over my chest, feeling my eyebrows bunch up in anger.
He paced back and forth through the room, looking at me through the corner of his eyes.
"You fought one of our fans! Why would you? Wh-why?"
He stuttered, obviously trying to find a better word to emphasize the anger and confusion I felt through his voice.
"That..." I paused trying to find a softer way to put it, "Bitch" Niall looked at me, his eyebrows raised as I cursed, "Was trying to take my phone, and had the nastiest attitude in the world."
I slowly unclenched my fist, the burning anger that had boiled in me slowly calming down into a simmer.
Niall's fist were clentched at his side too, and he looked up at me angrily. "I don't care what the reason was, you" He pointed his finger in my face again and clenched his jaw, "Do NOT fight our fans, nor do you call them vile names!"
I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes, out of anger, and humiliation.
I turned, grabbing my bag and walking towards the door.
"Where are you going?"
I heard Josh ask curiously.
Oh my gosh, I could feel myself blushing as the humiliation increased. I forgot Josh was in there the whole time Niall was treating my like a freaking kid!
"Home."
I whispered, holding back the tears that had transformed from anger, to humiliation, and then just to sadness.
I heard the door close behind me, and I blindly made my way to the elvator that took me to the first floor.
Wiping my eyes to clear away the tears that taunted me by trying to strem down my face, I opened the door to see Harry standing there, looking down at his phone, which was partially in his pocket.
He looked up, his green eyes meeting mine and smiled brightly.
"I heard you got into a fight." He waggled his finger in my face. "Naughty Naughty girl."
I couldn't hold it in anymore, the tears flowing down my face as I felt arms wrap around me, cocooning me in warmth,
"What happened?" He turned my head, which was firmly placed in the crook of his arm, and made me face him.
"Are you hurt? Did she hurt you?"
His eyes roamed my arms, my face, my legs, my whole body.
It made me cry harder, thinking this is how Niall should've reacted.
