It seems like the tension in the house was even more persistent now than ever before, especially between Harry and Zayn. I don't know what kind of relationship they had before I came in but being around them while in the same room was suffocating.

I knew I needed to make time to apologize to Zayn about how harsh I was the other night, he of everyone doesn't deserve that especially if all he wanted was to help me. I knew Zayn meant well, but I don't need him sticking up for me when I can do that myself. Last night with Harry was a relief, I'm glad him and I talked, even if it was later at night than I had intended to.

As most days go, the six of us were stuck inside the house with nowhere that we needed to be. The guys were downstairs with the exception of Harry because he was upstairs with me. He must've been so tired last night because he had unintentionally fell asleep on the foot of my bed, curled up. I woke up long before him, went downstairs for both breakfast and lunch and when I came back, Harry was up with the usual furrow between his eyebrows.

He looks at his watch and rubs the sleep off his eyes. "You're up." I say as I approach him with a cup of coffee. He looks up at me and to the cup. When I hand it to him, I speak again. "What did you have in mind today? Please tell me it involves getting us out of here for the day." I pray.

"Driving test." Harry mumbles behind the steaming cup of pure black coffee. I never understood how some people managed to even swallow that, it was like spicy water and it didn't feel good going down either. "Get dressed, I'll see you downstairs in five." Without another word or another look, Harry gets up from the foot of the bed and walks out.

Sometimes it caught me off guard that fact that Harry was a man of few words. I end up doing what he says, I brush my teeth, put on some black skinny jeans that had some rips at the thighs. I throw on some dark grey leg warmers for the weather outside under my black calf rise combat boots. I finish it off with a grey hoodie with some college name on the front.

Just as I'm finishing off, I begin to hear chatter right outside my door and by the sound of the angry elevated tone, I can tell this won't end good.

When I open my bedroom door, Harry and Zayn stand in front of the stairs with Zayn dangerously close to the edge. "...Give me a fucking break, I'm only doing what I have to."

"And you're fucking that up too! I wouldn't even be surprised if her father gets to fucking kill you, that's if you don't manage to get anyone else to do it for him."

"Valentina," Harry says ignoring Zayn and catching glimpse of me. "Let's go."

"You're not taking her anywhere." Zayn grits. "If I remember clearly, I told you to stay away from her."

"You don't get to tell me how to do my fucking job." Harry spits, anger laced in his voice and I was afraid if he shoved Zayn, he might push him down the stairs.

"Someone has to." Zayn retorts and before I know it, Harry's fist collides with his face, making his head jerk to the side. It all happened so fast. They were throwing punches at each other back and forth and when Zayn had managed to get on top of him, he managed to punch Harry repeatedly.

This went on for a while, my pleas went unheard but the got the attention of the guys downstairs, they quickly joins us just as Harry pushes Zayn off and in a quick motion, Harry points his gun at Zayn's face. Blood dripping from his injured nose.

"Harry!" Liam shouts his name. "Put down the fucking gun!" The remaining guys were now surrounding Zayn and Harry, Liam had his hand on his gun as a precaution.

"Go ahead," Zayn says, spitting blood on the floor. "Kill me. Let's see if you don't manage to fuck that up too." He grits and Harry loads the gun, his face remained angry and hard as stone as he held Zayn's life in his hands.

"Both of you better quit your fucking shit," Louis intervenes. "We get the fucking point your trying to make, Zayn. Stop antagonizing this fucking psychopath!"

"You don't get shit!" Harry grits, turning momentarily. "None of you fucking know me. If you keep following Zayn blindly you might just end up getting yourselves killed."

"Harry, that's enough!" I shout, going towards him, an angry furrow between my eyebrows. "That's enough!" They were both glaring at each other, Harry still stubbornly holding Zayn at gunpoint with no intentions of stopping. I reached out to his wrist, his hand stiffens up. "Stop." I grit sternly.

Harry must realize that one little argument shouldn't amount to murder, or maybe he got bored of not pulling the trigger. But with one last glare at Zayn, Harry grabs my wrist and drags me downstairs with him.

I figured this altercation with Zayn wasn't going to let it get in the way of Harry teaching me how to drive. Although he was in no shape to do so, his left eye was bruised and there was a gash on his bottom lip. All Harry does about it is lick the blood off his bottom lip and spit it out, get in the car and drive off.

I don't know what has gotten into Zayn lately, but he's been acting like a child whenever he sees Harry and I together. I thought Harry was bad, but Harry usually keeps to himself and doesn't rub it in his face. Zayn's usually the one who brings it up and gets himself upset over it. I like Zayn, I really do but whatever he's trying to prove by picking fights with Harry really needs to stop.

"You need to clean that up." I finally say, digging around the glove compartment. I find the gauze and the Neosporin from the last time we used it on myself. I open up a packet of alcohol wipes and try to clean his bottom lip but he only moves his head away.

"I'm driving." He points out, a glare ahead.

"So stop the damn car and let me fix you up." I fight back with a glare. He looks back at me for a second, sighs in annoyance but pulls over and leans his head back. I unbuckle myself to be able to get a better look at the wound and dab the wipe on his bottom lip. He intakes a deep breath, trying to play it out like it doesn't sting him. I focus on what I'm doing and I'm I'm twisting the cap off the Neosporin, Harry speaks.

"I thought you would go straight to Zayn's aid." Harry mocks making me roll my eyes as I continue to clean him up. "It's what you do."

"Zayn started it." I mumble as I gently dab my finger on his lip. "Although you took it to far when you drew your gun at him."

"He has it coming," Harry remarks, looking away as his jaw clenched. I tilt his chin back as I wasn't done cleaning him up. "And I don't need you protecting me. I'm a grown ass man, I can handle my shit."

"So act like it." I remark. "Instead of giving into Zayn's taunts, prove that you're not what he or anybody thinks." I shrug.

"I don't have to prove shit. I happen to not give a fuck what people think of me." He mumbles and at this, I press his wound and he winced. "What the fuck?"

"Pussy." I mumble, closing the Neosporin. At this, Harry's eyes glare at me.

"Excuse me?"

I look up with a mocking grin. "I thought you didn't care what people thought of you?" Harry offers an eye roll and sighs. It was silent on the side of the road, the full moon ahead of us creating a glare in the windshield.

"I like this," He says. "I like being in the car better than being in a house. At least in the car I can go wherever I wanted. I feel like I can finally breathe here."

"Really?" I give a questioning look. "It's so uncomfortable sleeping in a car though."

"Beats sleeping in a bed. I feel so exposed in a bed, like anyone can sneak up on me without me knowing. Who's going to do that if I'm locked in the car?" This man had major issues.

"I take it you like being alone." I say, pointing out the obvious.

Harry snorts and I can see the faint indent of a dimple on his cheek. "Unfortunately for me, I'm stuck dragging your ass wherever I go."

"I didn't realize how much of a problem I was." I mock, laying back on the seat.

"That's putting it lightly, you're a fucking pest." At this, I use my hand to smack his arm but he doesn't even flinch. After a while of silence and the occasional car driving past us, Harry sits up on his seat. "We should get you behind the wheel before it gets too late." He gets out of the car and walks over to my side where I get out and take my place behind the wheel. I put on my seatbelt and surprisingly, so does Harry. "Adjust your mirrors."

I press a button on the side of my door and adjust the outside mirrors to where I am happy with them. I also adjust the rear view mirror. "Now, remember what I taught you the last time. Foot on the break when you turn on the car. That's good, put it in drive and watch out for cars."

When I see no cars coming from either side of the road, I let go of the break and press on the pedal and it sends us jolting forward. "Shit." I quickly press on the break again.

"Easy," Harry seethes, holding onto the dashboard. He looks at me. "Slowly let go of the break and softly hover your foot over the pedal." I do as he says and this time, it's much smoother. Harry nods approvingly. "Okay, there's going to be warehouse a few stop signs from here. You're going to turn there." I nod. I stop at every red light and sometimes even the yellow lights to which I get annoyed sighs from Harry.

Just as I'm turning in the abandoned warehouse, Harry's phone rings. "Hey!" I scold. "Pay attention to me!"

Harry waves me off. "You're doing good, keep going." I grunt as I turn and Harry answers the call. "What is it?" Pause. "We're doing driving lessons, you tell Zayn I'm trying not to shoot her." He removes the phone away from his ear and I squint at him. "Zayn's asking for you."

"You know, you're such a dick." I say, driving down the long empty road.

"So I've been told," He mumbles. "Step on it."

"What?"

"Come on, I want to see how you can handle the stick."

"There's nothing but foliage and dirt road—"

"Stop being a pussy and just step on it, will you?" Harry remarks, putting the car in sports mode with the push of a button. "Back up, give yourself enough road." I do as he says and drive backwards, giving myself enough distance. After putting it back in drive, my foot pushes down on the break as my other remains on the pedal and without much though, I remove my foot from the break and we are sent forward. I try not to let it scare me as I keep my foot pressed on the pedal.

As we're running out of road, I thrust the wheel to the left and drive around the empty warehouse twice until I stop on the parking lot. Dust particles flying everywhere and when I turn to Harry, he's already looking at me with a faint smirk. "Not bad. Now switch me, we should start heading back before they come looking for us."

"Before who comes looking for us?" I ask as I remove the seatbelt and get out of the car. Once back in my spot, Harry begins to drive off.

"You ask so many questions." Is what he says and the last thing he says because he is silent for the rest of the car ride back home.