More Than This - Chapter 12

LIAM'S P.O.V.
Emily pushed me out of her house after our great experience. "Ok, Liam. My dad will be home soon, so you gotta, hit the bricks." Emily laughed. I chuckled too, giving her a peck on the check as I started on my way home. Wow. Emily was really amazing, in more ways than one I just found out! It seems talking about that experience, made time go by quicker. Before I knew it, I was home. I hesitated at the door. How will Harry feel if I just walk in and look happy as I have ever been, after I busted hs lip? How will Zayn feel after I have been gone all this time? I pushed it all aside, and took my chances. I walked in the door. I saw Louis and Niall on the couch, talking about the weather or something like that. "Where's Zayn?" I asked Louis. Louis nodded towards  is and Zayn's room. I heard laughing in there. I stood in the doorway, and saw Harry and Zayn laying on Zayn and Louis's bed, laughing about some baby. I smiled to myself and went to my room. Niall followed me there and we closed the door. "So, where were you Liam?" Niall asked, suddenly getting serious. "I was at Emily's house." I said back, trying not to sound snappy, and to not start something over that I didn't like now. "Oh, well. Zayn was wondering, but now he is talking to Harry about Allie, the baby down the street. What happened at her house to make you so ha--" Niall cut off his own sentence, and looked at me. His mouth was wide enough to catch a baseball. "Close your mouth Niall, you'll catch flies." I laughed, putting my hand to his mouth to close it. He swatted my hand away, and started to smile. "Liam! You did not! With Emily?" he asked, shocked. I smirked, and nodded to him. Niall held out his hand, and I high-fived it.
ZAYN'S P.O.V
Me and Harry talked about Steve and Allie for hours until he went to sleep on the couch instead of in his bed for a reason still unknown to all of us. I was in bed with Louis, his back to my chest and head leaning into my shoulder, eyes closed, humming a song that I guess had been stuck in his head or one he just likes. "Louis?" I asked aloud as he stopped humming and opened his eyes and stared at me with his crystal blue eyes and I melted inside. "Does-- Harry still you know.. like you?" I asked, almost not wanting to because I saw his face go from his smile to a blank expression as we talked about him and Harry. He only snuggled into my shoulder more and closed his eyes again, pulling the blanket over us, closer to his middle. "It doesn't matter Zayn. I love you, and not him. So, to me, it doesn't matter, so you don't have to worry." He assured me, moving into me more and I swear I could almost hear a fainst snore from him. He had fallen asleep, and I was fine with that. I had more time to think. Think about what Zayn? He just told you not to worry. Doesn't that mean don't think about it? I think it does, so nevermind. Don't think of it, and most importantly don't worry about it. I procedded to close MY eyes until my eyes widened and I jolted up, waking Louis to a loud "CRACK!, coming from the kitchen. I would of gotten up but i was terrified, I stayed there as Louis looked back at me, he knew when he heard the sound that I would react this way. He used his hands to turn my head and eyes to look at him and he shushed me and kissed me and tried to keep my eyes from the bedroom door. "Zayn. Honey, look at me. Look at me. It's fine. I'm right here, Louis's not going anywhere, I'm with you." He assured me as I started to shake uncontrolably as he wrapped his arms around my waist, my eyes frozen, and my mind also frozen, frozen in the moment I heard that loud CRACK!. I was terrified, and the tears came flowing out my eyes, wetting the blanket and Louis's shirt sleeve.
NIALL'S P.O.V.
I looked at Liam on the floor, blood flowing out of tehe right side of his mouth, staring at me with anger-filled eyes. I woke Harry up, but I didn't care. Liam started it, we were all good one minute then we were fighting, I told him not to push me. He should of listened, I dropped the bloody frying pan to the ground, making an even louder THWANK noise, as it hit the tile, but I didn't care. Harry rushed to the kitchen to see me, almost scowling at Liam, still on the ground, bloody hand from when he checked to see if his lip with still bleeding, which it was. I knew it was, and I heard Zayn crying in his room and Louis trying to calm him, and THAT did make me a little softer in the heart, I forgot that Zayn was terrified of loud noises, but Liam pushed me first and I took the terms into my own hands. Harry was still standing there, hands up in a gesture to ask what was going on. I stepped out of the kitchen for a minute with Harry. "Niall. What the h*ll are you doing??" Harry asked me, angrily. "Liam pushed me. So, I hit him with a frying pan." I replied, not looking Harry in the flaming eyes. "Are you f**king nuts Niall?" Harry continued, trying to get me to look him in the eyes, but I wouldn't do it, I continued to look away from the cold , green stare of him. "Are you f**king kidding me?" Louis yelled, coming out of his room, Zayn finally letting him go and allowing him to leave the room from holding him. "What in the h*ll is going on out here? Niall? Liam! What happened??" Louis made his way to the floor to help Liam off the ground and he was still bleeding. "I'll tell you Lou. This crazy f**ker hit my with a d**mn frying pan." Liam was talking to Louis, but his death glare was locked onto Niall, and Niall returned the glare.