I want you here with me
Like how I pictured it
Is it too much to ask for something great?
You're all I want
So much it's hurting
You're all I want
So much it's hurting

Angelique's POV

Today was worse than I imagined, and to be honest, I don't care about what Ashley said that much; I do. But, it wasn't the worst part. I care more about how Hazz- I mean Harry acted. I never thought he would do something like that to me. The worst part is that I don't even know why Harry is acting like that. I have done nothing wrong. If anything both of us should be supporting each other, not acting like the latter is invisible. I want to cry but I'm better than that, I can't keep crying all day long. 

My mum calls me to come for dinner. I collect myself and go downstairs for dinner. I hear some voices. They seem familiar. Oh no. This can't be happening.

I reach downstairs and there sits, my brother. Laughing and chit-chatting as nothing happened. I stand there shocked and paralyzed. "What's up?" he asks. I throw the nearest thing at him, which happened to be a vase. It hits him right in the face.

"What's up? You have the audacity to ask what's up?" I laugh, a mirthless laugh. It was cold, humourless and spine chilling. "I'll tell you what's up. When dad died you didn't even bother coming home, let alone helping us. You cut all ties with us and now you think you can just come here pretend everything is okay? I can give you a hundred reasons why you don't deserve us. But can you give me even one why you do, Reynold?"

I finally finish out of breath. The name Reynold is enough to piss him off. He never liked it and more importantly, didn't want to keep any ties with us, so now he goes by Liam now. He doesn't have anything to say. "I thought so," I say and push him out of the house with his one fat excuse of a girlfriend. 

My mother is just standing there. Shocked. I am not so aggressive usually. I hope she isn't mad. She is the only person I have right now. I look at her questioningly.  She isn't mad. Telling my brother what I have been keeping in for so long feels good.

I almost call Zayn. Almost. But I stop myself. He needs to realise his mistake. I hear a knock on my door. "Come in." My mum enters my room. 

"Angie, I want to ask you something." 

"Go on mom." 

"What happened with Zayn and Harry? They're your best friends and I for one know they wouldn't have let someone make you cry." 

I take a deep breath and tell her what happened at the bus stop today. 

"But why don't you want to talk to Zayn?"

"Mom. I-I can't, I don't want to relive it. Can we talk bout it later?" 

"Of course love. Go to sleep you had an exhausting day, but just remember Zayn still wants to talk to you when Harry doesn't. He's there for you when no one is, if that doesn't show he is the best friend you could ask for I don't know what does."

"I- I'll keep that in mind." 

I switch the lights off and it isn't long before sleep engulfs me.