Louis groaned from his seat, tossing his Rubik's Cube onto his desk. "What seems to be the problem now?" Harry questioned, closing the classroom door.

"What's the point in filling out college applications? I mean, seriously, these things cause me too much stress and I cannot handle it. And an essay! What the hell are you going to learn about me from a five-paged, typed, double-spaced essay describing my hopes and dreams?" Louis added after a deep breath, "bullshit. Just bullshit. And most of the time you get a freaking 'sorry, but you weren't accepted into your dream college. Screw you,' letter and, ugh, I just freaking hate this." 

Harry chuckled, "Lou, this is all about growing up. I know that you probably don't like it; hell, I hated writing my freaking applications, but you gotta do it. And I know you, I know that you'll get into whatever college you want. Those bastards will be knocking on your front door begging you to come to their university to play ball."

Louis frowned, "no they won't."

"God, would you stop being such a Debby Downer? Here, I'll help you," Harry offered.

"No, it's okay. I got this."

"Louis, I can see that you only have one sentence written for your essay. Please let me help you."

Louis complained as Harry squeezed into the same seat as him, but laughed once Harry started to leave kisses on his cheeks, "just let me help you, please baby?"

Louis rolled his eyes, "I suppose so, since you won't back off unless there was a tickle war that I would win."

"Please, you never win our tickle wars."

"I could if I tried."

"If you tried. Come on, just let me help you with this, Lou."

Louis gave up and let Harry read the assigned prompt and his list of ideas (which was almost nothing at all). Harry then began to help him create a list of ideas he could incorporate into the essay, however they had made a deal that Harry would kiss Louis for every idea he came up with on his own.

Harry let Louis begin to write out his first draft as he played on his phone, still sitting right next to Louis. They went by a few minutes like that, the silence growing too heavy for Louis who finally decided to speak up.

"Zayn talked to me the other night." Harry stopped his game of Candy Crush and looked at Louis, waiting for him to explain, "It was after the game last week. I went to change and he was there," Louis sighed, "Harry, I think there's something else you should know about Zayn. He's...He's persistant. He hates losing and I think that you and I dating makes it seem that you won something that he should have." 

"Well, I did win. I've fallen in love with someone who's absolutely amazing, he should be jealous."

"It's...It's not that. He almost lost me once before. When he started getting distant, I was getting closer to Niall and then he became super clinging Zayn. He's possessive. He thinks that if you date him, you're his and you can't be anyone else's, even if you break up. That's just the type of person he'll always be, I guess."

"He didn't hurt you, did he?"

"No, no, he wouldn't do that. If he still likes me, he wouldn't do that. If he still cared, which I think he does, then he wouldn't hurt me. He'd only ever hurt me if he felt threatened. He doesn't even really understand that he hurt me when we broke up. He doesn't get it. He thinks that hurt is physical, at least I think so from just getting to know him."

Harry let out a sigh, "please tell me that that's it. There isn't anything more to this whole Zayn thing, because I'm dangerously close to losing my shit again, Louis."

"I-I...there's more."

"Dammit," Harry stood up, pacing back and forth, "what more could there possibly be?"

Louis got out of his seat too, trying to calm Harry down, "I may or may not have upset him just a little bit when he spoke to me."

"What did you say?" Harry asked through gritted teeth.

"All I did was use a nickname."

"I'm not following, what the hell does the nickname have to do with this."

"Zayn....he has problems, like, problems that go far back to when he was younger than me and he was teased and taunted. The people that bullied him always called him 'Zaynie' and Zayn hated it, you know? It made him feel powerless and as if he couldn't do anything for himself. He was seen as weak and smaller than everyone else. Then he met someone who was really nice and he liked them, but they didn't like him and they were disgusted by the fact that Zayn would hit on them. So they turned mean and told everyone else that Zayn was quote on quote 'a fag'."

"So you calling him that set him back or something to that effect?" Harry questioned, Louis nodded in answer. "You completely screwed him over, didn't you? Shit, that's how I need to get him. That's how I can stop him."

"No you can't, Harry. He'll know I told you and then he'll feel like I can't be trusted and that will ruin everything. He needs to feel as if he can trust me even though I may not trust him."

"Do you? Do you trust him?"

"That's irrelevant," Louis replied, trying to keep things from going South.

"Just answer the question, Louis."

"Harry, we're getting off subject."

"Answer the question, Louis."

It was a low whisper, "yes."

It was then that Harry blew up, "how can you trust this son of a bitch? He fucked with you and your feelings. He's not loyal and he's dishonest! How can you--"

"Harry! It's not like that. Him and I are friends, just friends--"

"Why haven't you slept with him yet?" Harry suddenly asked.

"What do you mean?"

Louis was beginning to feel smaller and smaller as Harry kept beginning to yell. He hated it when things got like this. It only ever happened one other time and Louis was scared shit-less.

"He's talked to you several times now. He's begged for you. He's probably told you everything you want to hear, why haven't you slept with him yet?"

"Because I'm not that kind of person, Harry! I don't care about him like that--"

"But you do care for him?" Harry interrupted yet again.

"Of course I do, he's my friend!"

"Well friends don't make other friends scared of them. Friends don't threaten other friends or their boyfriends. Friends don't do the things he has, Louis. How are you not seeing this?"

"You're not seeing him for who he is."

"Oh, I'm sure he's just such a wonderful guy. I'm sure that he makes you feel real good in bed and tells you sweet things when your lips are wrapped around him, but what the hell does he do when you aren't on your knees sucking him off, huh? What kind of guy is he when he's in his art gallery or whatever the hell it is? Because all I've seen is a fucking douche-bag that doesn't know when to surrender a war he knows he will never win."

"But he's not that person!" Louis yelled.

"Then tell me what kind of person he is!" Harry screamed, waving his hands around in the air like some maniac.

"I-I can't."

"Why, because you know I'm right?"

"It's not that," Louis said quietly.

"Then what is it?"

"You'll think I still love him."

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