17. The Fight
I sat in the living room, curled up next to Louis. He twirled a strand of my hair between his fingers. Niall sat in the chair next to us, watching t.v. Harry lay upstairs, napping. ''Louis.'' I begin. ''Uh huh.'' he says looking down at me. I sigh, ''Zayn loved me.'' he sighs, ''We agreed not to talk about that.'' ''I know, but. But, I can't help but feel a little sorry for him.'' I tell Louis. His eyes widen, ''Sorry? Sorry for that jerk? He tried to kill us, for god's sakes! That man is no good and you should feel nothing for him!'' ''But Louis, I do.'' I try to tell him. He pushes me away. ''You feel sorry for him. Liam almost died! Any of us could've!'' he shouts. Niall is turned towards us, ''Louis, stop shouting.'' he exclaims. ''Me stop shouting! No! I'll shout if I want to!'' he yells. ''This one thinks we should feel sorry for Zayn!'' he says pointing to me. ''She has no right to!'' I stand up after hearing that, ''I have no right?! You think you can control me? Well you're wrong! He's a jerk and you're not? Jealousy got the best of him!'' I shout back. Louis stands up to face me, ''I'm no jerk.'' He leans in close. ''Don't ever offend me.'' he growls. Niall tries to pry him away from me. ''Settle down Louis.'' he soothingly says. Louis shoves him back causing him to fall. ''Get off!'' he screams. ''I won't settle down!'' Niall winces as he falls, his leg still in pain. ''Louis!! Look what you did!'' I scream. He grunts, ''I didn't do anything! You're the one that brought up Zayn!'' I turn and see Harry rush down the stairs. ''Louis mate. What's wrong?'' he asks. Louis frowns, ''What's wrong? Well, Brooke over here, feels sorry for Zayn, cause, 'He loved her.'.'' he says, 'Loved her,'' in a high pitched voice, mocking me. ''Well, she can if she pleases.'' Harry tells him. Louis pushes him, ''Stay out of this!'' He yells. I push Louis a little, ''Why don't you just drop it?'' I ask. He answers, ''Because I don't think anyone should feel sorry for Zayn!'' he shouts. ''Especially someone like you!'' I gasp, ''Someone like me? What's that supposed to mean?'' he starts, but I interrupt, ''You know what? Forget it! I'm done. We're done. Goodbye Louis.'' I pull off my engagement ring and throw on the table. ''If I can't have opinions around here and think what I want, I'm leaving.'' I say. I run upstairs, grab my bags which I haven't unpacked, and storm out the door, slamming it behind me.
I watch her leave and then turn to Niall and Harry. They're both frowning. ''You've really done it this time mate.'' Harry states. Niall nods, ''I don't blame her if she never comes back. And it's your fault this time.'' I grunt. ''Really guys? Me? Ha you're kidding right?'' they shake their heads. ''Well, I'm going upstairs then. '' I trudge upstairs and plop onto the bed. I hear Harry thump up and he throw's Brooke's ring at me. ''Nice one.'' he says sarcastically before slamming his door. I pick up the ring. My eyes fill with tears as I realize what I've done. I've actually lost her. I put the ring down and lay my head on a pillow. I silently cry until my pillow is soaked, and I fall asleep.