"You know, staring at him won't make him fall in love with you again." Liam said, sitting down next to Harry who had returned to his little hiding place. He had been watching Niall since their little meet up in the kitchen, wanting nothing more than to over to him and tell him how he felt.

How angry Niall made him.

"I don't want that." Harry said, taking a sip of his drink. Liam scoffed at that, rolling his eyes at his young friend.

"Whatever you say Harry. I know you better than that."

"I've been there and done that Liam. We weren't a good couple, I'm not gonna let him hurt me again." Harry said, but he wasn't sure if he was being honest or not. A part of him wished he was.

The other part was screaming at him to shut up.

"You guys were a great couple. I never really understood why you broke up." Liam sighed, looking out into the crowd.

"I don't understand it either." Harry said quietly, catching Niall's eye. They only locked gazes for a second before Niall looked away, a million different thoughts running through the his head.

"I'm sorry about the other day."

"Why?" Harry started to play with his shirt, refusing took at Liam.

"I shouldn't have told you about... You know... it wasn't my place and I'm sorry."

"Its okay Liam." Harry said, biting his bottom lip as he looked back up at Niall. Niall was looking at him again too, but just like before he looked away after a second. Harry didn't look away, grimacing as he felt his heart again when Niall kissed the blonde bimbo he'd brought with him.

"You know what Liam? Let's get drunk." Harry said, downing the rest of his drink as he looked at Liam.

"What?"

"I said lets get drunk. Personally I'm not in the mood to watch my ex make out with someone else." Harry stood up, not even bothering to wait for Liam's answer. He walked into the kitchen, grabbing the half empty bottle of vodka off the counter.

"Harry... I don't think this a good idea." Liam said, looking at Harry concerned. He knew how Harry was when he was drunk...

"Wouldn't be my first mistake." Harry shrugged before already opening the bottle and tipping it back.

Now drunk Harry came in three stages.

The first being the overly excitable Harry.

After about a half hour of nursing the bottle, Harry was joining the crowd. He was a giggling mess, laughing at every little thing he did. Liam tried his best to make sure he didn't do anything stupid.

And by that Liam made sure Harry stayed as far away from Niall as he could make him.

That being said, it wasn't easy. It was almost like every time he so much as turned away from Harry, he was almost throwing himself at Niall.

It was overly annoying.

After an hour, Harry moved to phase two. Overly sensitive Harry.

It didn't matter what you said here, it would eventually bring Harry to tears. You could tell him a joke about the chicken crossing the road, but it wouldn't even make him laugh.

Liam wasn't really sure which was worse, the overly excited or the overly sensitive.

All he knew was that Harry was sobbing in his arms right now, and he wasn't quite sure how to help.

"What's his problem?" Niall asked, walking over to Liam. He knew his voice came out rude, simply by the way Harry flinched and gripped harder to Liam.

But Niall didn't really know how to act around Harry anymore.

"He's just drunk." Liam said, rubbing Harry's back as he sobbed quietly into his chest.

"Well I guessed as much when he tried to grab my dick an hour ago." Niall said, leaning against the wall. Liam glared up at Niall, suddenly hating Niall at the moment

"When are you going to climb off your high horse?"

"What are you talking about?" Niall scoffed, not liking the fact that Liam was trying to get inside his head.

"You still love him." Liam said after a minute. Harry had successfully moved to stage three, sleepy Harry.

The sobbing boy was now fast asleep in Liam's arms.

"No I don't." Niall lied, shifting on his feet as he looked anywhere but at Liam. Liam glared at Niall, completely furious with him.

"Whatever Niall. I know you just as well as I know him. You're both f ucking idiots." Liam hissed, the forcefulness in his voice making Niall look at him again.

"You know what Liam? You don't have the right to tell me what I feel, okay?! I don't love him anymore and he doesn't love me. Get over it." Niall glared at Liam, wanting nothing more than just to storm off.

But he couldn't do that.

He couldn't because he knew that Liam was right.

He was being an idiot.

But that didn't mean that what he was doing wasn't right.

Liam didn't understand that Niall was doing this for Harry.

"You're an ass, Niall. I'm not going to sugarcoat it and I'm not going to be your best friend. You are my friend though, but in all honesty I'm sick of both of you. I don't get you. You have a wonderful person to call yours, and you just throw it away like its nothing. He loves you, but you don't care."

"And why do you?! You never gave a rats ass about the two of us w-" and then it dawned on Niall. The reason why Liam was still protecting Harry, even now when he was fast asleep in his arms.

The reason why he was fighting so hard for Harry.

"Yo-You're in love with him. You love Harry."

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