Same Mistakes (One Direction Group Story)

"Ciao!" I say into the phone as I hang up with my older sister, who I didn't dare tell about the scandal with the house. I continue unpacking the rest of my things and putting pictures of my home and family on my nightstand. This room was nicer than my entire apartment, and this is the guest room!
Room: http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EcnS4VWJ3Mg/TMyV4_ptbwI/AAAAAAAAFPA/fZyi5ZAPmxc/s1600/modern-bedroom-interior-design-lcd-tv.jpg
I suddenly hear yelling and arguing and I decide not to get in the middle yet. I hear things being thrown and people being shoved, and decide it's time to intervene.

"I can't believe you, man!" Louis yells at a scared Harry.
"Louis, I-I," Harry stutters.
"JUST DON'T TALK TO ME!" Louis bellows, storming to his room.
"What happened?" I peep.
"I....I went out on a date with Ronnie," Harry admits.
"You what? " I ask, in disbelief.
"I couldn't help myself!" He cries. "She's just so pretty, and funny, and nice, and..."
I giggle and smile at the thought of Harry and Ronnie, before I remember the problem.
"I'll go talk to Louis," I say. Harry sighs in relief, as I walk to Louis' room. I knock lightly on his bedroom door.
"Go away, Harry," Louis says.
"It's Bianca," I tell him. He stays silent for a moment, before quietly telling me it's open. I slowly open the door and go into his room. He sits on his bed, staring out the window. I silently go and sit on his bed.
"Hey," I whisper.
"Hi," he mutters.
"So, you're mad at Harry?" I clarify.
"Yes. He went on a date with my sister, " he growls.
"Louis, think about it," I tell him softly. He looks at me curiously, his blue eyes burning into my brown eyes.
"About what?" He wonders.
"Would you rather Ronnie go on a date with Harry, who you know, or some druggie, alchoholic, bad guy?" I point out.
He looks down, not saying anything.
"It could be worse," he admits. I nod.
"Yeah, it could be a lot worse," I agree. He looks at me, and smile lights up his face.
"Thanks, Bianca," he says. I laugh.
"You can call me Bebe," I tell him. "Most people do."
"Well, thanks, Bebe," he laughs.
"Does Ronnie know that you know?" I ask him.
"I don't know, " he shrugs. "But I just..."
"What?" I ask.
"Harry and Ronnie? I just don't get it," he complains.
"Well, Harry was talking about how she's pretty, funny, and nice. And Harry's a sweet guy who'd give the world to his girl," I tell him.
Louis thinks about this for a moment, before nodding his head.
"Yeah, I guess so, " he mutters.
"Yeah, I'm right," I grin. He laughs, shaking his head.
"Should I go talk to Harry?" He asks me.
"Yeah," I smile, nodding. Louis smiles at me and then leaves his room. I walk to my room--the spare room--quickly, pulling out my phone and scrolling through the contacts, to Ronnie.
Bianca: OMG, why didn't you tell me you went on a date with HARRY STYLES?