I Understand. An AU/punk story.

I wake in the morning with Harry's arm over my waist. He's snoring softly. I look to the clock on my night stand.

7:30

Damn it's early.. perfect. I look for my phone but it'a not on my night stand. Sitting up slowly I see it on Harry's. OK? Getting from bed I retrieve it, glaring at his sleeping body when I see three texts that have been opened but not from me.

From:Louis>:(

Hey, please don't shut me out. I was an ass I know...

From:Louis>:(

Here it goes.... I was mad you kissed him... I didn't mean to call you a bitch, L.

From:Louis>:(

Just please let me know you've seen this...

I get ready silently and retrieve Harry's car keys from the dresser. I look over at him. His mess of curls and tattooed muscles. I sigh and kiss his cheek before leaving the room. I feed Leroy and Marcel and tip toe to the front door.'

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"Hey, where are you heading?" Shit. Shit. Shit.

I spin around to see a shirtless Zayn walking towards the fridge, I look behind him, at least Perri's not up!

"Oh, you know.. um. An errand." I stammer. God damn you and your lying skills! He turns around to look at me.

"You sure about that?" He asks, skeptically with an eye brow raised.

"Yeah.. um yeah. Very sure. OK. Bye." I barely get out before I zip outside and down to the car. Speeding off to the hospital.

-

Signing in to the registery book at the front desk, I go up to Martin's room to find him still asleep. Damn. I take a seat in the chair next to him and lean my head back... My head feels so heavy.. I dind't realize how tired I was...

-

"Lily!" Someone yells at me, my eyes fly open and I jump from the chair. I must have fallen asleep!!! God damn it!

"Fuck! What time is it?" Martin is rubbing his eyes, he obviously just woke up too.

"Twelve thirty." He yawns. checking his silver watch. Well I'm fucked."Whats wrong?"

"Harry doesn't know I'm here. I was going to go back before he woke up but I fell asleep. Hold on." I mumble as my phone buzzes in my sweater pocket.

From: Harry<3

Hey, where did you go off too?

From: Harry<3

Zayn said you went on an errand??? text me...

From: Harry<3

Lilian?!

"Well I'm already in trouble.." I sigh, siting on the edge of his bed. "Martin I need your help."

"With?"

"I need to know which gang you're in and why they attacked us."

"I can't help you with that." He's instantly nervous.

"Martin please! I know you're afraid but if you don't help me they could just attack again!" I plead, taking his hand in mine.

"NO. I can't I'm sorry... If that's all you came for its better if you leave." He stammers. Pulling his hand back. I look at him, pleading, but he doesn't budge. I storm from the room. He will tell me. Weather he likes it or not!

-

Pulling up to my place I'm instantly nervous. I don't want Harry to be mad or yell at me... Going up, I unlock the door with my key. Opening it I find Harry pouting at the kitchen table and Perri and Zayn cooking.

"Hey, you hungry?" Perri calls with a smile. Zayn gives me an unsure look. Harry glares at me. So the usual.

"Umm, not really. But thank you." I smile, sitting next to Harry. Well this is awkward..... Zayn and Harry both stare at me while Perri cooks.I just play on my phone. If they know about Martin they would go after him.. hes my friend and I promised him I wouldn't tell Harry. I need to keep it a secret until I get what I'm looking for.

"How about you, Harry?" Perri asks, handing Zayn a plate of food. He pecks her cheek but returns right back to glaring at me.

"No, I'm gonna go take a shower." He says, politely, leaving for my room. I sigh and follow him, taking a place on the edge of the bed while he gets his clothes. Styles comes and stands in front of me, in between my legs. "Where did you go, babe?" he asks a little annoyance present.

Think bitch! I scramble my brain for an answer.

"I went for a little drive and then decided to see Rae and Niall." I don't make eye contact. Nice save.

"Oh, I'm sorry... I didn't know... Why didn't you tell Zayn?" He asks. I shrug and put my hands on his hips, hugging his torso to me, I lay my head on his abs. "Oh." Is all he says, but he smooths my hair none the less.

-

Once he's dressed and as sexy as ever we decide we need to go to the Bowling Alley and asses the damage. Pulling up the outside looks the same, unlocking it we all stare, dumb founded.

Tables are tipped over, chairs broken, every bottle of booze broken, booths and walls tore up form the bullet holes.

"FUCKING KIDDING ME!?" Harry yells, kicking a table away. I would usually hide form him at this point but I know he's just upset. Liam, Lauren, Perri, Zayn, and a few other members get to work. I take Harry's hand and lead him. Jumping on the counter I pull him in between my legs, wrapping my legs around him, I connect our crotches.

"Hey, it's OK?" Hes just fuming. He glares at the floor, not wanting to explode at me. "Look at me, Harry.'' I snap, tilting his chin up. He does as he's told. "We'll fix it up and it will all be OK. OK? It'll take a week at most. It's not that bad." I give my puppy eyes and kiss his nose. His eyes train to mine, soaking up my every word, trying to calm himself.

"I'm not mad about the place... I'm mad because I - I.... I couldn't stop it!" He says slowly, putting his arms around me.

"How could you have, harry? You didn't have a clue that would happen. It's not your fault.. Don't do that, please? It make me sad when you're sad." He looks at me, his eyes are hiding something, he's about to get something of his chest before one member calls to us.

"Hey, man. I fucking told you, we needed to call the police. Now look at the floor!" He snaps, pointing to the ground, Harry turns and we both follow to where he's pointing. A huge blood stain sits there. I swallow deep.

"Richie, not now -" Harry says, trying to calm him he pulls away with his palms up.

"No, fuck that! You fucking knew I was right. Now look! I'm going to have to scrub my own god damn brother's blood from the floor." He yells at Harry. I actually knew Richie. He was one of the older ones and very good friends with Harry, he was even in the gang before Harry or Zayn. Harry respected him so didn't say much when he blew up.

"What does he mean, Harry?" I ask in a small voice, getting down from the counter. His words weren't fitting...


"Richie!" harry snaps, looking back to me. Richie laughs.

"She doesn't fucking know?!" Outrage fills his voice. Know what?

"Harry?" I ask quietly. Richie shakes his head and shuts up, going away from us to clean something else up.

"Not now, Lilian." He tries to put it off.

"No, fucking tell me!" I go to him and pull him back to face me.

"Not the time... I -"

"Just tell me!"

"Basically.... I got a heads up that there would be a shoot out from Josh. Thats why he came.. " I stand there dumbfounded. What the fuck?!

"You fucking knew!??" I hiss, taking a step back.

"Lilian. Don't play that card!"

"Why the hell shouldn't I!? You lied!" He laughs and comes closer to me. His eyes are dark.

"And you didn't?" He challenges. The mean part of him was coming out..... I wait for him to continue. "Rae called me, asking when we were coming. Turns out you didn't exactly go where you told me you were." He snaps.

"Oh yeah. Because that's so relevant, Harold!"

"Doesn't fucking matter! You still lied!" He yells, the room clears so we can have our screaming match.

"Really?! Didn't you go through my phone this morning?" He freezes.

"No."

"Bullshit!" I scream. Liar.

"Maybe if I trusted you, I wouldn't have to search your phone!" Oh no he didn't.

"You don't trust ME? You're the fucking one who sleeps around! If either of us don't truth the other. I don't trust you!" His eyes just flare in to mine.

"OH really? Whos the one who slept at my best friends house while we were dating? The only who fucking gets shit faced drunk at every party and disappears!" He screams at me, I slap his cheek. Hard.

"You're an ass."

I grab my phone and leave the building. Fuck fighting.

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