It was dreadful to see Zayn so torn apart. I mean, you'd think we'd be angry at him for treating Emily that way, but unfortunately I feel sympathy for him. And by the looks of it, so did Emily. However, I'm still upset how long it took him to come back to her. He didn't bother to fight for her when he had the chance.

I think Niall is much better for Emily. Even if he hasn't asked her out yet, I'm still certain that Niall is million times more suitable for Emily. He's just more of her type. Zayn lost his chance is all I'm saying.

Harry didn't listen to my pleads to let them talk it out. I pulled on his arm, frowning at him. "Harry, stop it. Don't make a scene in front of your family and the rest of us."

He scowled. "I don't want him here."

"I know we're all mad at him, but do not make things worse by punching him." I warned lowly, narrowing my eyes at him.

He stared back at me with sarcasm. "What makes you think I'd want to punch him?" Harry mocked.

"Don't start." I scolded him. "And quit being childish, Harry."

"Do you really want to go there? Let's discuss the topic of maturity, Serenity. Since you're definitely the most mature one in the house," he continued to annoy me.

I just gave up and sighed. "Fine. Go make a scene and ruin this party for your sister and Anne, asshole."

Everyone else still remained in the living room despite Harry's abrupt little outburst. I rolled my eyes the second he went towards the front door, in spite of what I just fucking said. He was so stubborn, but I tolerate him because I want him so much.

Soon other people would start showing up, and I didn't want them to walk into the town's next headline story. Basically, I didn't want things to get too violent. I should have been wiser about leaving Harry to do what he wants. The idiot can get violent no matter how soft he gets with me.

"What's wrong with my brother?" Gemma whispered to me right before I could get out of the foyer. She stood with her arms crossed over her chest, looking concerned and worried.

I'm assuming she knows Harry's ways. "My friend Emily used to have this...this kind of relationship with a guy Harry doesn't particularly like." Was all I said.

Gemma nodded slowly, eyeing her brother and the two others at the front door. "Doesn't he ever learn? Kid has gotten arrested quite a lot. He always looks for trouble."

My eyebrows rose. "What's he gotten arrested for?"

"Stupid things, basically. Like getting into fights, possession of illegal substances, stealing when he was younger, and other little things that managed to get on his record." Gemma briefly explained, looking back at me. "I'm surprised you don't mind?"

I chewed on the inside of my cheek nervously. "I...I'm not the best role model either, I guess you can say."

She frowned a bit. "You've done the same?"

"No! No, I...I'm just not --"

Gemma held her hand up. "It's fine. Don't stress about it. I'm sure Harry knows what he's getting himself into. Trust me, as long as you're not dressed like a hooker, you can't be so bad. When I was your age, I was no angel."

"Everyone gets a little crazy when they come of age," Anne suddenly said from the kitchen. She simply glanced over at the door, my eyes following hers.

Harry stood in front of Emily at the moment, shielding her away from Zayn. They were talking, which was a good sign. I hope Zayn doesn't do or say something that ticks Harry off. Then again, Harry is awfully short-tempered.

"What is going on?" Anne inquired.

Gemma did the talking for me. To be honest I didn't want to be the one explaining anymore. I saw Harry's arms reach in front of him, my eyes popping wide the second he grabbed Zayn by the collar of his black tee and slammed him against the wall.

Emily shrieked, shouting, "Harry!"

As if on cue, the three of us rushed to come to Zayn's aid. Not to be helpful on his case, but to avoid any unnecessary violence. "Harry, let go of the boy right now!" Anne shouted quite upset.

Harry clenched his jaw, glaring at Zayn, who glared with just as much fury. Clearly, he must've said something that really angered Harry. Both of them were breathing harshly, nostrils flaring. Whatever was exchanged between them, it must've been serious.

As usual, he didn't listen. "Harry, don't make a scene." Gemma warned. She placed her hand on his arm, grabbing it with a comforting squeeze.

It was clear they knew of Harry's anger management imbalance. When I look at him now, I realize Harry may have issues with controlling his anger.

He roughly pulled his hands away from the collar of Zayn's shirt. The angry glares didn't disappear, however. "I don't know why you're trying, man. She doesn't want you."

"Just mind your own business, alright? Her feelings don't concern you." Zayn spat, straightening out his shirt with attitude.

Harry chuckled bitterly. "Her feelings? You mean the ones that don't exist for you?"

Zayn almost lunged if it weren't for me. I grabbed his arm and tugged at it hard enough to make him lean back against the wall where he was. He snapped his head in my direction, his hazel brown eyes burning into mine.

My grip was really tight, I must admit. Zayn clenched his jaw and muttered, "Let go."

"I'm not going to let go so you can start a fight." I snapped with an attitude. "Just leave, Zayn. If Emily really was your one and only choice, you would've been here much earlier. Sorry but you're too late."

Zayn shook his head slowly. "You know what? You're the reason Harry and I aren't friends anymore. Serenity, you are just a little bitch, aren't ya? For God's sake, you've got Harry convinced he actually cares about you." He seethed.

And to think I was sympathizing for him a minute ago. His words flew in through one ear and left out the other. I don't really care what he thinks. I know he only says those things to spite Harry. Unfortunately, Harry takes things like these seriously.

"Shut the fuck up!" Harry growled, about to lunge for Zayn, but finally Gemma's husband, Ashton, and Niall grabbed Harry by the shoulders.

"Whoa, whoa, man! Take it easy," Ashton held tightly to him, his knuckles almost white.

Niall nodded his head to Louis, signalling to him to grab Harry while he gives his attention to Emily, who is clearly fed up; the tears glistening in her eyes told no lie.

I frowned at the sight of her. I know she feels strongly for Zayn, but wants to stay away from him for the better. Zayn isn't the biggest asshole in comparison to his spawn-of-Satan type of twin brother. 

It worsened things when Niall went to aid her, slipping his arms around her waist only to upset Zayn more. They don't really believe I can hold Zayn back myself, do they?

The rest of us were here except for Marisol, who I assumed stayed to keep Belle and the twins company.

Zayn laughed humorlessly. "Really, Emily? Are you --" he stopped himself, not being able to continue. His sarcastic grin fell a little, running a hand across his jaw. "Him over me? Seriously!?" He exclaimed, almost like he was shocked.

Anne placed her hands on her hips, gazing around at everyone in confusion. I can't imagine how upsetting this must be for her, and Gemma. They were expecting a nice fourth of July, but already something screws it up. At least it wasn't anything of my fault, luckily. But that only made things better in my case.

Niall raised his chin, holding Emily close to him. She didn't refuse him. Instead, she moved more into him. With emotion thick in her voice, she softly said, "Zayn, I think you should leave, please."

"Emily --" he started desperatey.

"She said leave, mate," Niall snapped, narrowing his eyes.

Zayn growled, pointing his index finger at Niall and taking a step closer. "Listen, Leprechaun, this is between her and I."

Harry struggled against Louis's and Ashton's grip again.Grunts of pure frustration left Harry's lips through a clenched jaw. The red color was suffocating his skin in deep vexation.

"Get out of my house," Anne warned Zayn hatefully, already disliking him. "I'm sorry, young man, but I think it's best if you left."

"I'm not leaving without Emily," Zayn snapped back.

Gemma interfered, my grip still tight around Zayn's arm and preventing him from taking any more steps closer to Emily. "Hey, watch the tone with my mother, lover boy. She doesn't fucking want you, alright? Suck it up," Gemma snapped loudly, crossing her arms over her chest in determination.

He only stared at her before gazing at Harry. "I knew Harry's sister had to be a bitch. A little bitch just like her brother."

"Don't fucking talk about my sister like that!" Harry barked, attempting to pull his arms away from Ashton and Louis, but they held tight onto him.

Zayn finally payed attention to the grip on his arm. "Fucking let go, Serenity," he pushed against me so hard that being unprepared as I was, I fell towards the floor on my ass with a squeal leaving my lips. 

I honestly wasn't going to be a sissy about it and cry. I myself wanted to get up and smack Zayn he'd fly back to whatever part of England he came from.

However, my boyfriend thought otherwise of the situation. It makes me frustrated to admit, but I knew things weren't going to look so pretty. 

Harry's nostrils flared with anger. His beautiful pale green eyes are filled with agitation and uncontrollable amounts of hatred. I knew Harry wasn't fond of Zayn anymore, but now he was livid with him.

He attempted to pull his arms from Ashton and Louis, only to fail at excelling and screaming, "Let go of me! I swear if I wasn't being held back, I'd fucking kill you for touching my girl!"

Zayn scoffed, rolling his eyes and agitating everyone in the room. If he'd leave, it would end the negative memories he's making. Gemma and Anne helped me off the floor soon afterwards. 

Emily shook her head, sniffling and shouting, "Stop fighting and arguing! I didn't mean to end your friendship! If anything, we should be angry with Wayne!"

"Don't fucking defend him!" Harry snarled at her. Although he insists he does not give one damn for Emily, he needs to admit that for some reason he truly cares about her.

She inhaled, ignoring Harry for now. "Just leave, Zayn. I promise to talk to you later. But please, just leave for now."

Everyone silenced the second Zayn walked towards the girl he's been trying to convince the entire mess here. Numerous of eyes watched and followed Zayn for any sudden movements. Emily surprisingly moved away from Niall.

Zayn pulled her by her hips to him, removing the space between their bodies. He was taller than her, though their height difference wasn't anything too big. A bit shorter than mine and Harry's.

"I love you," he said to her, his voice cracking the slightest bit.

Emily's mouth falling open in shock. This followed reactions from just about everyone in the room. Harry rolled his eyes. Clary snickered. Gemma and Anne were silent. Louis watched with suspicion. Ashton was a little surprised, but other than that he seemed neutral. And I crossed my arms over my chest, hoping that this would all be over soon. 

I strongly hoped that Emily had the dignity to make herself seem less easy and given. Nothing is worse than a girl that gives in too easily. It made me start to think. Do I give in too easily?

Ah, shit.

He looked into her eyes, practically desperately begging her with a frown to respond. I've never seen a tattooed, pierced guy as Zayn's jerk-self shamelessly say three words that were superficial to me, but meant so much between Zayn and Emily.

I peeked a glance at Niall. His face fell a little. The baby blue eyes that were so vibrant and excited today were just dull and almost seeming careless. I think he saw it coming the moment Zayn declared Emily his.

"I just want you to know that. I have for a bit now and I just...I'm a fuck up for waiting so long and trying to forget you. But I've realized now that I need you. I need you so much, love." He continued nervously.

Clary groaned out of nowhere. "Oh brother! Zayn, is this some sick joke of yours?"

Clary was the closest to the twins than any of us. Emily had known them longer than I have. I met them at the grocery store that day when I had the fortunate -- at the moment -- and perfect -- right now -- pleasure of seeing Harry Styles again.

Zayn shook his head. "I fucking mean it, damn it. I've never meant anything so much."

He wasn't getting anything from Emily, and he knew it was a bad sign. "Hear me out, baby. I didn't know what to do. I was scared."

"You know this is like the perfect romance movie," Clary commented.

Louis nodded with a grin. "I hear ya. It's better than the shit Marisol makes me watch. Believe it or not Spanish soaps are like really cool, though."

"I agree on that one!" Anne laughed. I had to blink because what the Hell is happening? Is everyone really just ignoring the kid pouring out his heart and the growling dog I call my boyfriend?

We knew it was a lost cause when Emily placed her hands on his cheeks. All of this for nothing, because she would end up with Zayn and not with Niall.

Not to ruin the moment, but this does sound like a Spanish soap opera. Not that I know what one is like. I've just surfed through channels and heard a few lines.

Instead, she said, "Just go, please. Zayn...I-I want you to really think through what you just said. I don't think you love me."

He shook his head rapidly, shaking away the unbearable thought of rejection in front of everyone. "I do. I've thought it through enough. I love you, Emily Heller."

It was her turn to reject the idea. "No. No you don't, Zayn."

"I know you love me, too. I know that and you can't de--"

"No!" She shouted, pressing her hands against his chest. She poked her index finger into him, shaking her head in refusal. "Please don't say that to me," she whispered, emotion never thicker  in her voice. "I was fine before you got here. I was almost over you, and then you have to pull me back in. Why do you like to play with me?"

She looked tired, exhausted of feeling things for him. She doesn't tell me much about her own problems, and enjoys listening to mine and helping me. But one thing I knew was that Zayn treated her like his friend and his girlfriend. He gave her mixed signals and that can be tiring.

"Give me a chance, babe. I will give my all to make you happy. Please." He begged.

"Desperate little twat," Harry muttered.

Anne smacked his shoulder. "Let's leave them alone. Why don't we all head outside and forget this ever happened? Alright?"

Most of us agreed. I sighed in relief, knowing that the worse part was over. All except my stupid ass boyfriend.

"What!? I thought you wanted him to leave?!" Harry whined angrily, and quite annoyed. Both Ashton and Louis refused to let go of him, silently finding it amusing how Harry could be so willing to hurt people physically.

Anne rolled her eyes at her child. "Get over it, Harry. Their business, not ours."  

"He hurt Serenity!" He insisted. I swore in that moment that Harry had an abnormal thirst to beat the shit out of people.

"Harold. Shut up, will you?" She scolded him. Most of us were already heading outside, including me. "Serenity is fine. She is walking; healthy and I'm sure wants you to stop with your antics."

"Antics! I beg to differ, mother. The simple fact that I want to hurt him is not, in anyway, categorized as antics. I believe it falls under let me go so I can hurt him."

She sighed in annoyance. "Harry, stop it."

"But --!"

"No buts!"

He wasn't released until we were outside. Even then, he rushed to turn around and head back inside, but Louis laughed and shut the back door on him, locking it from the inside.

I watched for eight minutes as Louis and Harry back and forth insulted each other like kids. Louis was mostly enjoying himself and Harry was just being irritating. I don't understand why he wanted to hurt Zayn so badly. Sure he pushed me to the floor but not hard enough to actually hurt me.

"Babe, shut up," I groaned, wrapping both of my hands around his left upper arm as the other on was too busy raised and his middle finger up and proudly in the direction of Louis, who was inside sticking his tongue out.

Harry glanced at me with his pale green eyes. "I'll stop when Louis stops pissing me off."

"Oh, I love you so much!" Louis shouted from inside, mimicking a female's voice with squeals. "Oh! I find it so sexy that you want to beat the living shit out of me!"

I chuckled to myself. Harry inched forward, shouting, "You git!"

"Suck my ass!" Louis shouted back, turning around and bending over.

Everyone began to ignore them both by this time. I kissed Harry's bicep to get his attention, but even though Louis had already scattered off into the house to find Marisol, Harry was still ignoring me.

I found it hopeless to even bother anymore. When Louis returned outside with the twins and Marisol, Belle behind them, Harry didn't hesitate to tackle Louis to the grass.

They were both a mess of lazy punches and bitter chuckles. Of course, it turned out to be hysterical, but I wasn't laughing. I was upset with Harry.

No one was severely hurt, but in the end they were both wheezing out of breath like donkeys.

"Holy shit, you're so lucky I'm tired or I would've so knocked you out," Louis said breathlessly.

Harry scoffed, inhaling deeply. "I needed to get my anger out on someone."

"And you chose me!? Why not Niall!?" Louis frowned.

"Because you're a little bitch!" Marisol shouted sitting from the table Gemma was still sorting out.

As everyone laughed, Louis gave his fiance a pout. I chuckled and watched as Louis lied his head on her lap, on his knees beside her legs. He pretended to cry into them, egging on everyone's laughter.

Marisol rolled her eyes, running her fingers through his hair with care despite how annoyed she looks.

"Serenity?" Gemma called me. I turned my head to look at her. "Can you get the forks? I have forgotten those."

"Yeah, sure." I answered simply, already getting up to do as she said.

"Thanks!"

"No problem."

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Harry watching me. He finally decided to pay attention to me. If he's going to have so much trouble controlling his urge to hurt someone, I'm concerned as to what will happen when there's no one around to get his anger out on.

I walked into the kitchen, on the way not seeing Emily or Zayn near the door. It was closed and locked. I could only think they went out somewhere to talk more properly with each other.

Niall is out there by himself, sitting on a yard chair with a masked smile. He's probably feeling rejected, and I feel bad about getting his hopes up. I should have thought about Zayn ever coming back before I got him thinking he had the chance.

And he would've if Zayn hadn't come back.

As I was searching for the forks in a drawer, I felt a pair of arms wrap around me from behind. I felt my stomach betray me, making my appetite swirl around sourly.

He leaned his head down, kissing my shoulder with his soft, plump lips.

I ignored his attempt to warm up to me. I don't mean to be a naggy girlfriend, but I wouldn't be upset if he'd just let things go before turning them into a big deal.

"Baby, don't ignore me." He whispered into my hair, squeezing me tighter in his arms.  The touch made me happy inside, my body reacting to his warmth. But I refused to let him have it so easy.

I moved away from him to walk towards the other end, looking for the forks. Harry stared at me from across the island, seeing my frown.

"Silent treatment then?" He cheekily smiled. "I guess I'll have to make you talk somehow."

Still searching for the forks, I felt his large hands grasp my hips, squeezing and pulling my body to his again. His chest against my back.

Harry opened one drawer, revealing it filled with forks. I let out an audible scoff, making him chuckle. "C'mon, don't be like that. Have I told you how beautiful you look?"

Silence.

I felt his lips at my temple, near my hairline. "You always look so beautiful, babe. Always."

Silence again.

He kissed my cheek, rubbing his nose against it with a smile on his face. "Serenity, baby, I'm sorry for being a jerk. You know how I am. I'll never mean to make you upset."

I didn't move, feeling his arms wrap around me again and tightly enclose me in his warmth. He lied his head on my shoulder while I crossed my arms over my chest.

"I want to hear you," he whispered. Harry took arms and unwrapped them from my chest, bringing his hands to mine and bringing them to his lips. He peppered little soft kisses all over my hands.

"I'm sorry, lovely. I swear you can beat me up anytime." Harry proposed, to which I turned around and brought my hands up to grab his face, but he moved away with wide eyes. "I didn't think you'd actually want to hurt me!"

I rolled my eyes. "I wasn't going to hurt you, fool!" I remarked loudly. He let out an embarrassed, soft 'oh' and gently reached to grab my hands. I allowed him that.

The way I looked at him was enough to signal that I wasn't entirely feeling forgiving yet. "What is it, babe? I'll do anything you want me to." He promised nonchalantly.

"I hate it when you get angry and you ignore me." I blurted out, but not being able to stop myself from saying the rest of my selfish wants. "You're an asshole to me. I want to calm you down, but you go ahead and act like I'm not even there. And then once some big old scene you've caused is over with, you're all flirting and games."

Harry immediately sighed. "I wish I could tell you that you're the only one that calms me. But, I can't because it's not true. No one can calm me down. I just have my ways of doing that by myself. And it doesn't mean anything that you can't, because no one can. I just ignore you because I don't want to hurt you, baby. It has to leave my system before I act upon my anger."

He leaned down to kiss my lips. It was short and gentle, but still all the comfort I wanted from him. He placed his hand on my cheek, the other still holding mine. "It's just who I am. I have to admit I go soft around you," he grinned. "But when I'm angry just ignore me, too. Don't approach me first. Because hurting you in any way is the last thing I want to do."

I looked up at him, my free hand running through his curls with endearment. I hadn't spoken, and wasn't going to when Harry whispered, "Does that scare you?"

He looked so concerned, so on alert for my answer. And it was a simple answer. "Nothing about you is scary to me. So what? You've got a bit of an anger issue. I wouldn't doubt I have some type of emotional issue, too. Babe, I can definitely beat your ass," I joked gently.

Harry's eyes were almost glistening with amusement. He kissed my lips, causing me to deepen it with hunger. A hand grabbed my waist and pulled me to him, much closer than before. The other pulled my arms around his neck as his tongue flicked against my lower lip. I mewled, wishing nothing but to somehow be much closer to him.

I let him slip his tongue into my mouth, my own finding its way to his. A soft moan pushed up my throat, Harry releasing our lips and huskily purring into mine, "My beautiful girl."

A sharp inhale a breath was taken. "Harry, I want to."

"You want to what?" He genuinely asked.

"I want you," I blurted breathlessly.

Harry dropped his hands to my butt, squeezing tightly. "I want you, too, baby girl," he groaned quietly.

"Hey, Serenity, Gemma wants to know if you -- Oh, snap!" Louis laughed at the sight of us. Harry grumbled beneath his breath as I kissed his cheek.

"What, Louis?" Harry spat at his friend.

"I didn't mean to interrupt, you arse. Have you got the forks yet?"

"They'll be up your arse in about a minute," Harry threatened.

Louis simply threw up the middle finger and reached for the forks that I already had in my hands. When we went outside, people gathered around in the yard talking, drinking, and laughing. It was the only fourth of July I hadn't spent with my family, but it was also the best.

I got to chat with Anne more properly, even made some jokes that made her laugh. Emily still hadn't returned, but I'm sure she was with Zayn still doing God knows what and only God needs to know. Everything was peaceful.

The children -- which includes Niall -- were playing with toys on the grass. Niall literally lied himself on the grass and began to play with Belle. She even pointed out his "funny voice". I heard Belle and I had another tea party coming along as well.

At the moment Niall, Louis, and Harry stood by the grill while I stood near them at the table, grabbing handfuls of each type of chips there were.

They were all singing "Living On A Prayer" by Bon Jovi at the top of their lungs. Louis suddenly says, "We should form a band." The way he said it was meant as a joke.

Niall rolled his eyes. "Yes. We should. What a great idea." He dryly, sarcastically said.

"We so can," Harry cheered dryly, playing along with Niall.

Louis laughed. "I'm only kidding. But if you guys ever need a job the offer is still open."

They laughed about is I went to walk to Harry. I stood beside him, eventually ending up feeding him chips while he occasionally stole kisses. I could taste beer on his lips and smell the alcohol off of him. He just swallowed one when he pecked my lips, using his free hand to stroke a strand of my hair behind my ear.

"Still want me as much as I still want you?" He asked me flirtatiously.

"Yes, most definitely," I grinned cheekily.

"Look at you being all cute," he gushed teasingly.

"Hey, Serenity," Niall called. I only leant forward to see what he wanted. He seemed uncomfortable, red and pressing his lips together. "Do you want a hot dog?"

Before I could answer, Louis teased "I think she'll be getting a hot dog later tonight."

And both of the bastards laughed until they couldn't breathe.          

A/N: I WENT TO SEE THE BOYS AT GILLETTE STADIUM YESTERDAY AND IT WAS HONESTLY THE BEST EXPERIENCE OF MY LIFE

I STRONGLY BELIEVE MY WEDDING (IF I ACTUALLY HAVE ONE) WON'T EVER AMOUNT TO THIS HOLY FUCK <3