Like A Love Song *Sequel to February 14, 2013*

After what felt like forever, he finally looked up at me. It frustrated me so much that I couldn't see his face in the darkness. The lights beaming behind him made it even harder to tell. I could barely see the smirk on his face. He took a step closer while I was frozen on the spot, our bodies almost touching.
"Hello beautiful."

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10. Everyone Makes Mistakes, Right?

Liam's POV:

"Fuck," Zayn spat, looking at his reflection in the mirror. He had a busted lip, bruised eye, and not to mention how badly his stomach ached. "That's not gonna look pretty tomorrow..."
"Or for the rest of the week.." I added. Part of me felt bad for Zayn, I know he deserves something for kissing another girl but Niall ready out-did himself this time...
Zayn groaned and slumped against the wall. "W'are you helping me?" He mumbled, looking up at me painfully. "I'm your friend, aren't I?" I chuckled. "I just made out with your girlfriend." He explained. 
Oh yeah. 
"I'm not worried about that now. I'm just worried about you and Niall."
"Ah, Niall." Zayn sighed. "What's his problem?"
"I don't know." I replied. I'm not the best at coming up for excuses, so I left it at that. 
Zayn rambled on a million apologies, none of which were necessary. I'm most definitely not worried about Marilyn. Zayn took advantage of her, betrayed a friend and cheated on his girlfriend. I'm the last person he needs to apologize to. 
"So you're not mad at me?" He asked, still in disbelief. I laughed and shook my head. "It's one less fight for you to worry about. This'll all just have to be talked out." I said. 
"Your innocence, Liam," Zayn sighed. "It kills me."


Jenna's POV:

"He wants to talk to you..." Harry said, poking his head out from around the hall. I nodded and stood up, wiped my cheeks with my sleeves and followed him upstairs. The party was back in process, the music was loud and the dancing continued. 
I followed Harry up to Louis room, he opened the door for me and left back downstairs. He gave a sympathetic look, same way Niall did before confronting Zayn. 
Niall was laying down on the bed with his arms covering his eyes. Either he didn't hear me walk in or he didn't care, either way he didn't move. 
"Hey..." I said quietly, walking over to sit on the edge of the bed. He didn't say anything, he just lifted his arm to look at me then covered his eyes again. 
"You wanted to talk...?" I asked. He still didn't say anything. 
Stubborn bastard, I swear. 
"Alright fine, then I'll talk." I started. I wasn't going to wait all night. 
"Thank you, for you know, confronting Zayn. I don't know what I would've done. Hell, I probably wouldn't have even known it was him. I don't know where to go from here, Ni. Do you think I should talk to him about it?" I asked. 
"No ." Niall said, his voice deep. 
Guess I should've expect that one. 
"Fair enough." I sighed. 
"Why should you give that asshole any of your attention?" Niall practically yelled while sitting up to face me. "Hasn't he done enough to you? Just give up on him already, he's no good for you. What did I tell you? I told you he's a heartthrob. He uses girls because he knows he can get away with it. Don't let him this time." 
"Everyone makes mistakes, right? There's got to be some way for us to all work this out." I said calmly. 
"It's not a mistake on his part, he always does this. Always. I'm not exaggerating when I say he's cheated on every one of his girlfriends. Now he's doing it to you- and with your best friend!" Niall shouted, throwing his arms up in the air. 
I had absolutely no idea what to say. I just sat there, speechless. 
"Look," Niall started, lowering his voice. "I care about you. I just don't want to see you make the same dumb mistakes all the other girls do. You'll get hurt."
I thought about it for a moment, then nodded. "Fine, but something will need to be worked out eventually." I said. 
"Deal." Niall agreed with a slight smile. 
"Good," I grinned, "Then lets go check out how bad these bruises are..." I suggested, looking at him in the poor lighting. 

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"It's not that bad, is it?" Niall asked, looking in the upstairs bathroom mirror. There was a huge bruise covering his cheek. "I think it's pretty bad..." I replied. There wasn't much besides that one bruise and a cut next to his mouth, and a few little marks on his chest. 
I just wondered how bad Zayn got it, if Niall was the one with the upper hand...
I handed him a little wet rag to put over his cut. He looked over his other bruises and cuts, making a hissing noise whenever he touched one. 
I pulled up his jacket sleeve right below his elbow and saw his knuckles were bruised and still bleeding, not to much surprise. "Jesus, Ni.." I said under my breath, putting another wet rag on his hand. 
"It was worth it." He shrugged, going back to look at his chest. I laughed a little and turned his arm over. I didn't see any bruises, but there were multiple cuts across his wrist. 
"What're those from?" I asked, confused. Niall looked down at his arm and quickly pulled his sleeve back down. "I d-don't know.." He stuttered, his cheeks were starting to turn red. "Those don't look like something Zayn did..." I said in disbelief. Niall pulled his arm away and started to walk for the door. Right as it opened, I grabbed back onto his arm. "Tell what those were, Ni..." I said, although I was more asking permission. He turned to look at me, and sighed.
"Everyone makes mistakes, right?"

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