The Girl Who Stole Their Hearts

(Harry's POV)

Marcel shoves me into the more than just sketchy looking black van and I'm buckled in.

"So long, brother. Can't wait to see your pathetic, spoiled life fall apart."
"How could you do this to me, Marcel?! We're brothers!"
"Not anymore, far as I'm concerned. Good riddance, Harold."

And with that, he shut the door.

I was so shocked I hadn't even realised that the vehicle had come to a screeching stop just outside my flat.

Before I knew it, I was alone and safe (for now at least, I thought) in my sitting room.

I start to think.

What am I going to tell my mum? Or Gemma?

What about the boys?

They probably hate me, all because of Marcel and his clever tricks.

I just hope Jess is safe.

Zayn needs her.

I haven't seen him so happy in years.

She is his happiness.

I wish I had something like that.

~*~*~*~*~*~

(Liam's POV)

After Louis left, I was shocked for a moment. Then I knew what I had to do. Yet again, I'm going to have to take things into my own hands to solve these problems. After all, you know what they say, "If you want something done, you have to do it yourself."

I speed down the highway, not caring in the slightest about all of the beeping horns and curses shouted at me from drivers on the freeway. I only had one thing in mind.

Harry.

He's going to pay for hurting Louis, my best friend, my brother. And I will show no mercy, no, not the slightest little glimpse of pity, for this wretched, pathetic excuse of a man.

Like I said, he hurt Louis. And for that, I will make him hurt fifty times as much. And that's only the beginning of what I plan to do to him.

Notes

*Lilo moment!*

Anyways, gues who's baaaaack!!!

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