I woke up the next morning, and the first thing I saw was Louis. I smiled softly, until noticing his eye. Just like I had guessed, he now had a black eye and even a bruised lip.

With a sigh, I leaned up and planted a soft kiss on his lips. His eyes fluttered open, looking down at me. "How bad is it?" Was the first thing he said.

"Black eye and bruised lip." I replied with a frown. Louis sighed, sitting up in the bed. "Figured that."

Throwing my feet over the side of the bed, I stood up. The clock had read 10:30, so I figured that he was definitely awake by now.

Louis gave me a puzzled look as I walked out of the bedroom after fixing my sloppy hair.

I walked up to the closed door, raising my hand, knocking on the door. "Come in." I heard a quiet grunt from inside of the room.

I pushed open the door, seeing Harry laying back on the bed, watching TV.
He looked over when he heard the door open, seeing me standing in the doorway.

"What's up?" He asked awkwardly, sitting up fully in the bed.

"We need to talk."

*

"Why would you do that?" I questioned as I was sitting on Harry's bed. Sighing and running a hand through his hair, he spoke, "I was angry."

"That didn't give you any right to go and tell Liam about Louis and I. We were going to tell him when we felt ready enough. Because his reaction was worse than what I expected." I explained, playing with my hands in my lap.

"He had a right to know." Harry said, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"Harry, we were going to tell him ourselves. Not have someone else do it for us." I said sternly.

Harry looked down, suddenly feeling ashamed. "I guess you have a point, there... I'm sorry."

"It's fine." I breathed out, looking down. "Why were you angry?"

Harry tensed up a bit, suddenly becoming nervous. "Well... I-"

Niall cleared his throat from the doorway, cutting Harry off. We both looked up at Niall.

"Sorry to interrupt.." Niall said awkwardly. "But Liam hasn't come back at all since the whole commotion last night."

I frowned, wondering where Liam could've run off to. "I'll try calling him." Niall added, before spinning on his heel and walking out of the room.

Where could he be?

*

Niall's POV
The phone rang about three times before Liam had actually decided to pick up. "Hello?"

Guess he didn't check the caller ID.

"Where are you, Liam? You didn't come home last night." I asked, worried. It was unlike Liam to run off and not tell anyone where he was going.

"I'm with Zayn. He let me stay here last night." His voice was groggy, since he probably had just woken up.

I sighed in relief. At least we would all know he was safe and not getting into trouble.

"When do you," I coughed. "When do you plan on coming home?"

"A week, maybe." He mumbled into the phone. "Zayn said I could stay as long as I needed."

Frowning, I said, "Alright... at least we know you're alright."

"Yeah. Alright, well, I gotta go, Niall. I'll talk to you later." He spoke, and before I got the chance to say anything else, he hung up the phone.

Looking down at my phone screen, I sighed.

Well, I guess if he wants one week to figure stuff out and think things through, then that's what he'll get.

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