"I Fucked Her, Louis. It's Over For You And Niall." his voice was raspy and mean sounding.

Then the line went dead.

I kicked the dresser, angrily.

He dropped out of the bet.

How could he do this to me...?

"LOUIS!! BREAKFAST TIME!!" a feminine voice rang.

"COMING, MUM!" I roared, a little- Okay A LOT angry.

I flew open my door, my hair still spiked up in all directions. I ran downstairs, not thinking about anything but the call from Harry. I grunted, as I reached the bottom of my stairs.

"Louis, have you been searching for a college? You're 17." My dad said, not looking up from his newspaper.

"Fuck You." I mumbled, sitting by the counter, where my plate sat.

"What was that...?" he asked, slapping his paper down on the table.

"I'M NOT IN THE FUCKING MOOD!" I roared, through clenched teeth.

"Boys.." My mum whispered softly, with my jaw still clenched, I turned around to see my mother, who stood dead frozen when she saw the pure malice in my eyes.

"Mum, I.." I got up, pushing my seat from the table, to excuse myself.

After all I'm NOT wanted here.