8. The row in the kitchen
I woke up in the morning by fights down in the kitchen. I heard profanities and I heard that they were disunited. My first thought was that I would be free. Perhaps they had come up with that I couldn't stay? I sat up in the bed and heard that they were talking about me. The voices were high and I heard Harry's name, my name, something about that he went too far. Had it with yesterday to do? The fact that Harry did some things with me? I still hoped that they would release me and let me come home.
As soon as I came into the kitchen all fell silent. They were at different places in the kitchen and all seemed equally angry. I didn't know what I would do, and stood still in the door.
"Good morning, sweetheart." Harry mumbled and smiled uncertainly at me. "We are just a little angry at each other today and it has nothing to do with you."
I saw Zayns cold glances at Harry and he began to pick up food for me on the table.
"No, it has nothing to do with you." he got cold out. "It's Harry who isn't listening."
Direct startled Harry.
"But come on. You had done the same thing?"
Zayn shook his head.
"I listen to all those who living in the house and you doesn't. You think everything is about you, but you're wrong."
I sat quietly at the table and watched as Niall took a few steps menacingly toward Harry.
"You went over the line and you've proven that we can't trust you."
Harry sighed and returned the cold gaze to Niall.
"Then you can ask her what she thought? I don't remember a single person who complained yesterday and she loved it."
Niall sighed and pushed him back.
"You shouldn't have ..."
Harry laughed cold.
"So you wouldn't had done the same thing? You who don't even dare to kiss a girl?"
Niall went silent and I saw that he blushed. He left the room without a word and remained a satisfied Harry. I enjoyed the food in front of me and began to eat.
"Now, you went over the limit!" Liam mumbled and placed himself beside me. "Niall's the one that might be a coward, but you shouldn't fucking complain about that part."
Harry sighed in response and crossed his arms.
"So now should I care about the rest of you?"
Louis nodded instantly.
"Yes, because we are all in the same boat."
I swallowed the food and looked up at them.
"Is it about what Harry and I did yesterday?"
There was silence. I knew more than they thought.
"Maybe?" Liam got out himself and looked at me closely. "We had rules, but Harry doesn't follow them."
Harry snorted and looked at me seriously.
"The truth may not be so funny to know, for you?"
Liam tried to silence him.
"She shouldn't have to know everything."
Harry laughed, cold and came up to the table. He placed his hands on the table and leaned toward me.
"The truth is that we would draw some kind of lottery to decide who would get to fuck you first. All the others think I did wrong that I took you. Sorry if I made you scream and enjoy what we did yesterday, but I took the chance. I loved it and you are so fucking beautiful. "
I blushed and looked directly down on the table. Okay! It was only about six in the house? I realized slowly what he had really said to me.
"So you draw lots to decide who should ..." I paused and swallowed. "You are crazy!"
Liam shook directly on his head and looked at me.
"No, we just want so that no one should get more than anyone else and you'll feel good."
I didn't say more. They would always have the answers to all the questions and all the time they'd think it was for me, for my sake. I knew that they had set up laws to make it easier for themselves.