Ami's POV

The boys and I had just finished the first week of filming and it was honestly the best week I've had in months. Although we didn't have any scenes together, it was great getting the hang of things and starting to get comfortable in front of the camera.

Alex also found us an apartment to stay in on our own, it's unfortunately in the same building, but at least a couple floors away. Since Timmy usually stays in NYC, he'll be staying with us when he's in L.A. filming, so he doesn't stay in his lonely apartment like a loser. He doesn't have any projects as of now, but he has some auditions and photoshoots on the way.

I was bringing in some boxes into my new room when I decided to take a break and look over the script for scenes for next week.

The first half of the week, I have some scenes with Willie finally. Then the next half I have it with Louis. Sadly, we don't have scenes with all three of us yet.

I was reading over some lines on my bed, when I heard a loud crash, followed by some upsetting voices. I got up to look at what had happen.

I came out into the living room where there were stacks and stacks of labeled boxes. In the middle of it all stood Louis and Willie with a broken vase in between them. I rushed to grab a broom and a dustpan and quietly came between the two who were already in each other's faces arguing.

"Dude that was your fault!" Louis yelled, causing me to flinch and look up.

I was picking up the shreds of glass and putting it into the dustpan. I should've gotten some gloves.

Willie did a double take when he noticed me, "Ami be careful" he said softly, then turned to Louis, "You were the one in the way when I told you to move!"

"Well you should've been more clear that you were right behind me!"Louis glanced at me, giving me a look.

The boys continued to bicker as I cleaned up the mess at their feet. I wasn't paying attention to the mess as I watched them get more aggressive, I felt my whole body shudder with nerves and fear.

I looked down when I felt a joint of pain come across my hand. I sliced my palm, blood began to bleed out. I watched as tears began to drip down my face and onto my palm, mixing with the red fluid.

I noticed the bickering has stopped and the only sound in the apartment was my sniffling. I looked up to see the two looking back with worry on their face, anger more in Louis.

"Go get a wet cloth and some ice William." Louis said as he bent down to my side, a hint of annoyance in his voice. Willie had run off to the kitchen.

Louis examined my palm, then peeked at the glass still on the floor. I followed his eyes and hurriedly began to pick up the pieces, ignoring the pain in my hand.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'll finish picking it up hold on." I grabbed more pieces, causing me to get little scratches all over my hand. Aw fuck.

Louis looked at me and sighed loudly. He began to pick the pieces out of my hand and into his, but the stubborn person I was, I grabbed it back, placing them in the dustpan. He looked back at me in astonishment. I reached for another piece that laid near him, when he slapped my hand away. Hard.

I looked up at him, out of surprise. Willie made it by my side and started to wrap my hand with some ice and wrapping bandage. My eyes were still locked with Louis's who was sitting across me.

"You're being stupid Ami. Don't pick up shreds of glass when you're already bleeding." He rolled his eyes at me as he picked the pieces up. I felt Willie tense up next to me.

I've heard harsher words before. Damn, those would be considered "nice words" coming from Dylan. But for some reason, when they left Louis's mouth, it almost hurt as much as the cut on my palm.

Willie walked away, escaping the mess in the living room. "Excuse me?" I finally let out as Louis picked up the last of the glass.

I grabbed the dustpan from his hands, causing him to look at me. I started to walk towards the trash, when I felt a hand grab my arm, pulling me back.

"I can do it Ami." He stated as he took the pan from my hand. I tried to reach for it when he pushed me back. Okay what the fuck.

"Don't be a dick Louis, I can do it."

He glanced back at me. "You're being stupid, Ami. Like how much of a dumbass do you have to be to grab more pieces of broken glass only to cut yourself up more!" He raised his hand at the end, causing me to flinch back. He was starting to scare me. I've never seen him so mad before, over something so so stupid.

He noticed the fear in my face because he began to look sympathetic. "Look I'm-" I cut him off by walking away and slamming my door closed, locking it. Not bothering to hear what he had to say.

Once I made it into my room, I sat down on my bed. I didn't feel like staying in the apartment with the grinch, so I texted the one person I could rely on who didn't yet live with us.

Ami
Can I stay at your place for tonight?, the boys are being a nuisance

He replied right away.

Kuya
Yeah sure, need me to pick you up?

Ami
No, it's okay, I'll just drive there
Do you need me to pick up dinner otw?

Kuya
If you want, I don't have much here since I'm moving in

Ami
Is fried chicken and rice okay?

Timmy
sounds yummy

Ami
see you in 30!

I started to pack a night's worth of clothes into a bag, along with some other stuff into a mini backpack. I was looking around for my keys when I remembered I left them on the dinner table. I went out into the living room with my backpack and bag of clothes in my hand when I saw Louis lounging on the couch watching some tv.

He looked back at me and glanced at the bags in my hand suspiciously. He paused the tv and stood up.

"Where are you going?" He asked. I ignored him and looked around for the keys.

He walked closer, but kept a distance from me and asked once more. "Ami where are you going?"

And once again I ignored him. When I found my keys, I quickly made my way towards the front door, noticeably hearing footsteps close behind.

"Wait wait where are-". I closed the door in his face and made my way down to the parking lot.

After picking up some fried chicken from one of my favorite restaurants, Jollibee, I made my way over to Timmy's apartment. I've never been, only driving by in Alex's car to pick or drop him off.

Luckily, it wasn't too far out and easily able to get to. I knocked on his door and heard a couple of crashes before the curly head, opened his apartment.

He opened the door wider making room for me walk in. "Welcome, welcome." He bowed with such goofiness. I chuckled.

He closed the door behind me as I put the food and bags down on the kitchen island. I looked around the apartment, not bad not bad.

He walked towards me, his nose up in the air sniffing. "Ahhhh smells good, what is it?" I took out the basket holding the fried chicken, along with cups of rice and gravy.

I started, "This my good friend, is the best fried chicken in the world also known as-"

"Chickenjoy." He finished for me. I laughed as he grabbed some plates and utensils from the cupboard.

"Hey do you have any drinks?" I asked him.

He pointed with his head the way towards the fridge. "Yeah in there."

I opened the fridge, staring at it before a loud laugh escaped my lips.

Timmy came beside me, confusion in his voice, "What's wrong?"

I turned to him then glanced back at the fridge. "Kuya, all you have is beer, coffee and water!" pointing towards the neatly organized compartments filled with only three drinks.

"Hey don't forget the lactose free milk!" He pushed aside some coffee, a jug of milk came to view. That caused me to bend over in laughter.

"hey hey don't laugh at my precious drinks."
He walked away as I looked at the counter, filled with boxes of lucky charms. "KUYA! Is this seriously all the food you have here??"

He nodded his head in shame. I held in the laughs as I walked towards the steaming food on the table. "Okay well you need to branch out because we eat much more than cereal, lactose milk and coffee."

We started to take out the food, I showed him how to properly use the gravy with the chicken and rice. He rolled his eyes with pleasure when he took his first bite.

"IT'S GOOD HUH?" I nudged his shoulders, a bright smile on my face.

He nodded his head at me, stuffing even more food down his throat.

I laughed at him when I felt my phone vibrate. Opening it I saw it was a message.

Louis
Ami where the hell are you?
You can't just leave like that!
read at 5:46 pm
Listen I'm sorry
at least text back so I know you're safe
read at 5:50 pm

I rolled my eyes and put my phone back into my pocket. I tapped Timmy on the shoulder. "Hey text Louis later to let him know I'm at your place."

He glanced at me, I knew he was going to question me, but I took a bite of my food, ignore the burning sensation on my tongue. He turned back towards his food.

A/N

I'm sorry I literally wrote this last minute because I realized I hadn't updated today. Anyways zee told me to add some conflict so this was my only idea I had written down so I hope it's not too bad. Hope you guys are/had a wonderful day :)

- jules