You paced around your bedroom, looking at your phone. You had called Y/F/N a few times but she hadn’t answered. Liam walked into the bedroom and wrapped his arms around your waist, getting you to calm down. “Sweetheart, she will call,” he soothed. You nodded, trusting his words. Suddenly your phone rung, making you jump out of Liam’s arms. “Y/F/N,” you answered relieved. “Hey Y/N, sorry I didn’t hear my phone,” she mumbled. “Is everything alright?” you asked. “Yeah I’m fine,” she replied. “I was hoping you were free tomorrow. We could go to that day spa in town, your birthday is next week?” you asked excitedly. She sighed, making you sit down on the bed. “I don’t know, I think I’m seeing my mum. What about Liam?” she snapped. “What?” you were confused. “I mean, you always spend time with him, when was the last time we did something? I miss my friend. I feel like you have chosen Liam over me,” she sniffed and ended the call. You sat there frozen. “Sweetheart?” Liam asked sitting beside you. You shook your head and cried into your hands; you didn’t to chose him over her.
You were excited to spend the day with Y/F/N. Between work and uni, you both had been busy, but planned to go shopping together. As you were getting ready, you heard the front door open. You begun to panic; only you and Louis had keys to your shared flat, but he wasn’t coming home for another few weeks. You slowly walked out of the bedroom and looked around the flat. You froze when you saw short brown hair. “Lou,” you yelled, making him turn around and run up the stairs, pulling you into a hug. “What are you doing here?” you asked. “Had a few days off, thought I would surprise you,” he smiled. He pulled you closer and kissed you. “I’ve missed you,” you whispered. “I also picked up your favourite for lunch, come on before it gets cold. Then we can do whatever you want,” he kissed your cheek and walked downstairs. Your smile faded as your phone rung; Y/F/N was calling. “Hey Y/F/N, I’m so sorry, but you will never guess what happened? Louis surprised me, he is home for the weekend. So shopping next week?” you asked. “Yeah next week,” Y/F/N replied then hang up. Your heart sunk; what just happened?
Niall held your hand in his, rubbing his thumb over your fingers. His stomach growled. You squeezed his hand and laughed. “Lucky we’re here, Princess. I’m staving,” he laughed. As you approached the cafe, you saw your best friend sitting at a table outside. He let go of your hand and let you walk in front of him to Y/F/N. She frowned when she saw Niall behind you. “Hey Y/F/N, sorry I’m late, Ni-” she cut you off before you could sit down. “Why does he have to go everywhere you go? Like can’t you do anything without each other,” she snapped. You looked at Niall as he stopped walking inside. “We don’t do everything together. Niall was going to-” you stopped talking as she stood up. “Save it Y/N. I was really looking forward to spending some time with you, just you,” she looked at Niall then back at you, “but maybe next time,” she said and walked away. Before you could turn around, Niallwas behind you. “What happened Princess?” he asked. “He was going to the studio, he was just dropping me off,” you whispered, tears filling your eyes.
"Where is Harry?" she asked walking inside. "He is upstairs in the bedroom, getting ready for the studio," you replied, "Do you want something to drink or anything?" "No thanks, I just stopped by on my way to meet to mum to pick up my jacket I left here the other night," she said. "Yeah, it’s upstairs. I’ll get Harry to bring it down," you said, opening your mouth to yell out for Harry. "No don’t get him. I’ll come by another time. I’m running late anyways," she replied. "Don’t you like Harry?" you asked softly. She looked away and avoided your eyes. "Its just that I don’t think he is right for you," she paused, "Like he is always seen in the media with other girls and -" you cut her off, "Stop, he is so much more than just that guy from One Direction and if you took the time to get to know him, he isn’t anything like what the media says," you said as tear slid down your cheek. "Whatever you say Y/N," she said walking towards the door. "He’s hurt you once, what makes you think he’s not going to do it again," she whispered before leaving. You wiped the tears off your cheeks and took a deep breath, trying to calm yourself down. Little did anyone know; Harry was standing at the top of the stairs the whole time.
As you stepped out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel, you saw your friend putting on her makeup. You picked up your dress and dropped the towel off your body. As you slid your dress on over your underwear, Y/F/N grabbed your wrist. “Since when did you have a tattoo?” she asked. You blushed and looked down at your hip. “I had been wanting one for a while. So Zayn surprised me with one when he came back from tour. Do you like it?” you proudly asked. “I don’t remember you wanting a tattoo. I guess it’s another thing he changed about you,” she said turning around. “What?” you said, zipping up your dress. “Yeah, I said it. I think he is changing you. And not for the better. He is making you tougher, he is making you a home body; tonight is the first time in mouths that we have gone out together and now the tattoo,” she said getting angry. You stood there shocked. “It’s not like that-” you begun to say but tears filled your eyes. You picked up your phone and walked out of her flat. You walked all the way back to your and Zayn’s shared flat. Without your keys, you weakly knocked on the door. Zayn opened the door; his smile quickly fading when he saw your appearance.
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