Intent on Hating You (Larry Stylinson)

-Chapter Five-

-Chapter Five-

‘Shall we wake them?’ It sounded like Liam

‘No, get a picture!’ That sounded like Zayn

‘That is the weirdest thing I’ve ever seen since I walked in on my brother wearing mums new dress’ He has an Irish voice, must be Niall

‘ Don’t want to wake them, they’ll be fighting again’ Zayn sighed

‘Why can’t they just be like this?’ Niall asked

‘I walked In on Harry laughing at something Louis had said. I was generally scared for my life for a moment’ Liam replied

‘Lets wake them, I want breakfast’ Niall sighed

‘Go away’ I muttered

‘Recon he knows yet?’ Zayn asked amused, Know what? I moved slightly

‘Don’t think so’ Liam mused

‘be quiet’ Harry muttered from underneath me. Wait, what? I opened my eyes to see I had my head on Harrys chest and his arms were wrapped around me

‘He knows’ Zayn laughed

‘Harry, let go of me!’ I said

‘Hmm?’ Harry hummed his eyes still closed

‘Harry’ I said loudly, his eyes opened and they focused on me, his arms let go straight away, I sat up

‘I said to stay on your side!’ He said

‘I did!’ I replied pointing to the fact we were both in the half I felll asleep in

‘Oh’

‘This is gold!’ Niall laughed from the en of the bed, Liam and Zayn burst out laughing too; I don’t see how this is funny.

‘I’m going for tea, anyone want anything’

‘I’m good’ Zayn said as Niall shook his head

‘Coffee’ Harry mumbled from under the cover, Liam laughed even more as I got out of bed and walked out of the door.

‘Lou has never made you a coffee, I doubt he will’ He said, I walked into the kitchen and pretended not to hear him.

‘Did you say you wanted one, Li?’ I yelled, I needed to act normal in front of them, no matter how dead and how much I hurt, they deserve to be happy even if I’m not.

‘No thanks’ h yelled back

I made my tea and Harrys as the phone began to ring. I picked them up and walked back into Harrys room. Harry was sat up in bed, Liam was on the phone pacing at the other side of the room, Zayn was sat on the end of the bed texting on his phone as Niall stood eating a bag of sweets.

I handed Harry his coffee.

‘Thanks’ he muttered taking it, Zayn dropped his phone and Niall froze with a sweet midway to his mouth, They were both staring at me.

‘Paul, I think Harry and Louis are sick… yes I’m sure… how do I know? Because they aren’t fighting and Lou just made Haz coffee… I know its weird, but there is also something weirder… They were cuddling this morning’

I was taking a sip of tea and spat it out as Harry also choked on his coffee

‘Were not!’ I said as Harry said

‘Shut up’

‘yes, really. So you were saying about an interview today?’ Liam asked ‘at twelve?’ he continued talking on the phone and then looked up at me ‘Hang on I’ll ask him’

‘Louis are you okay to do this interview?’ He asked. I nodded, I didn’t want to let the fans down.

‘He nodded… okay great see you then’ Liam hung up the phone

‘Paul will pick us up in an hour’ Liam said addressing us ‘So shower, breakfast and… yeah, Chop chop!’

I groaned and sat on the bed sipping my tea

‘Hows your hand?’ Harry asked putting his coffee down on the bedside table, Niall started to choke on his food, Liam hit his back.

‘I can’t really feel it’ I said looking down at the bandage ‘at least I know not to sleep with a picture frame again right?’ I chuckled dryly

‘Why were you sleeping with it?’ Zayn asked curiously

‘I don’t know’ I lied

‘Okay’ He said frowning

‘Going for a shower’ I muttered standing up, I walked out of the room and heard a slap echo around the room.

‘Ow, Liam what the hell?’

‘Don’t ask him questions like that, he obviously had a reason for it, and he’ll tell us when he wants to’

‘Sorry’ Zayn said as I walked into the bathroom, I took my clothes off and stepped into the shower. I sighed as my muscles relaxed as the warm water ran over me. I stood there my eyes closed as the water washed over me, just thinking. Was their going to be a funeral? When will Lottie wake up? I just didn’t know what to do.

I washed myself and got out of the shower, throwing on some clothes. I still had forty-five minutes. I walked out of the bathroom and met the others in the living room, minus Harry.

‘Tell Paul to pick me up from the hospital, he’ll understand’ I said to Liam

‘Are you okay, is your hand okay?’ Liam asked sounding worried

‘It’s fine Liam’ I said sighing

‘Then why are you going to the hospital?’ He asked, I just shook my head and walked out of the door to another slap echoing around

‘Zayn, what the hell?’

‘He obviously doesn’t want to tell us, he’ll tell us when he wants to’ Zayn said mimicking Liam from earlier

‘Shut up Zayn’ Liam sighed; I put on my shoes and walked out of the front door.

I went down in the elevator and walked to my car. I got in and turned on the engine. I drove up the road to the hospital. I parked the car in the car park and got out slowly, closing my door and locking it breathing in deeply before exhaling dreading what was to come.

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