TORN - l.t / h.s / z.m

72 || My Everything

(a/n - holy shet holy shet holy SHET the drag me down music video got me fuckkkkkkkkked up! i was sat there blubbering like a baby when in reality all i watched was four dorks in spacesuits. like also, wtf was niall doing on that flying thing?)

HANNA'S POV

"What do you mean?" I stutter, "Because she said-"

"She doesn't have a Mum, Hanna! She died when Paige was younger."

"Well what the hell is going on then?"

"She lied to you, that's what's going on. She's lying to me."

"Liam, please don't worry, I'm going to get the bottom of it, I promise you."

As Liam sighs through the screen, I see a matted mop of curls burst through the door, followed by a blonde quiff and a pair of hazel eyes.

"Here we go," I sigh,

"It's been over thirty minutes," Harry informs me as the trio sit down on the bed in front of me.

"We're kind of in the middle of something here!" I tell them,

"Are you okay Liam?" Tyla questions, turning my laptop around so she can see him,

"Yeah," he shakes his head and probably his thoughts away, "I'm fine."

"Liam, why don't you go have a shower or something. Go for a walk? I'll call you back later." I suggest,

"What's wrong?" Niall questions,

"Nothing, I'll let you know later." I tell him,

"Thanks, Han. I'll be a half hour." Liam sighs and disconnects the call,

"Holy shit." I breathe, closing the lid of my laptop,

"Details?" Harry asks,

"Paige..." Is all I can let out,

"Yeah?"

"She doesn't have a Mum."

"Okay?" Niall chuckles a little,

"No, she um, I called her, whilst I was still on Skype with Liam. I asked her what she was doing, and she, she said she was having coffee with someone, but I didn't quite hear her. So I asked her again-"

"Slow down, love." Harry tells me,

"I asked her who it was," I slow my words, "and she like laughed all nervously and that, and then she said she was with her Mum. And then she like rushed me off of the phone."

"Okay...?"

"She doesn't have a Mum!"

"So she was with someone else?" Niall asks,

"Well, yeah! She was lying to me."

"Who was she with though?"

"That's the question."

"I bet she was with that guy who picked her up from the airport." Harry states the obvious,

"We can't tell Liam about that." Niall tells us all and I sigh,

"What?" Harry asks me,

"I already did tell him." I confess,

"Hanna!"

"I'm sorry!" I hold my hands up in defence,

"Don't apologise." Harry tells me comfortingly,

"He's really worried." I tell them,