Harry was lounging around on the couch, aimlessly looking around. He might have avoided his friends on school and maybe he purposely let the battery of his phone run out. Liam had tried calling the land line and Harry thought Liam had given up after the tenth call, but he knew he was wrong when he heard the sound of his front door slamming against the wall and very loud footsteps making their way towards him.

"Harry," Liam snarled and Harry slowly sat up.

"Liam," Harry just nodded at his friend and got up, "To what do I own the pleasure of you destroying my door? If you have problems with my furniture, talk it out with them."

"I'm not here to joke, H," Liam rolled his eyes, "Tell me, why did Zayn look like he wanted to kill you? I talked to him but he didn't tell me. I figured you must've done something stupid."

"Not really, I just made a mistake, but it wasn't like the other person thought anything of it. Don't worry."

Liam sighed, "Fine. If that's what you say," he ran a hand through his hair and started walking towards the bathroom, "I need to use the loo."

"You know where it is." Harry sing-songed and made his way to the kitchen. There must be something edible in his fridge, right?

While Harry decided on some eggs and juice to drink with it, another pair of footsteps came closer. Harry didn't really think much of it because Liam was still in his house and surely the person that just entered the kitchen must be his brown eyed friend, right? So when Harry looked up and saw hazel colored eyes glaring back at him, he wasn't prepared at all.

When you've pissed off someone so badly that you know they could explode, you can see it because of their expression. Their whole body language screams that they want to beat the living daylight out of you and you know you have to calm the person before you or you have to run and hope that the adrenaline pumping through the person you pissed off isn't enough to chase and catch you.

Zayn was different. You couldn't read it off his body when you pushed him to his limits and even now he was staring at Harry with a blank expression, but his eyes... His eyes were like a blazing fire. A cold shiver ran through Harry's body and even though he and Zayn had been friends for years and even though Harry knew Zayn wouldn't hurt him, Harry's mind screamed at him to get out. He would listen to it too if his legs could move.

"Harry," Zayn just nodded at him and the green eyed lad gulped. There was no warmth in Zayn's voice. Harry wondered if this was how an animal felt when they were eye to eye with the gun of a hunter.

Zayn moved slowly, walking over to one of the stools near Harry and he really tried his best to keep his emotions in check. He could see Harry tense up and the little hairs on his arms were starting to stand up. Zayn wanted to scream and throw stuff and the boy standing before him, but he just focused on his breathing.

"W-- why are you here?" Harry stuttered and Zayn snorted.

"I wouldn't know Harry," Zayn looked back up and locked his gaze with Harry's, "Maybe to tell you that the boy who's heart you've crushed is bawling his eyes out. I know you knew that he had a crush on you, H, you're not that dumb. I texted you when we went out because I thought you felt the same way, and I bloody know you do, but I misjudged one thing, Harry," Zayn stood back up and started cornering Harry.

"What?"

"I didn't think you were heartless enough to tell the boy that called you with so much hope that maybe you felt the same way that it was a fucking meaningless drunken kiss!"

"I didn't think he would remember anything! I know that kissing him while he was drunk was wrong! He wasn't thinking straight and I thought he regretted it! I know he said he didn't, but he was drunk and--"

"Did you ask him that or did you make that conclusion all on your own?"

Harry looked at Zayn and somehow he couldn't form any words. He didn't ask Louis how he felt about it, Harry just assumed that it was a drunken kiss and that Louis regretted it. Harry had assumed that Louis would've never kissed him if he wasn't drunk. He didn't-- Harry didn't even talk with Louis about it. He only brushed it aside and labeled it as 'drunk mistake'.

"You didn't even think about his feelings, you only tried to protect yourself and you walked all over his heart in the process," Zayn spat and Harry felt a pang of guilt in his chest, "Don't even think of approaching him again, Styles. I swear I'll return the favor in twofold if you dare to hurt Louis again."

Harry heard the faint sound of Zayn leaving and he could see that Liam was standing near him, but the only thing he could focus on was the knot in his stomach and the growing feeling of guilt.

"You really screwed up this time, didn't you?" Liam chuckled dryly, "Sorry, H, but I think I might just agree with Zayn on this one."

****

Louis was curled up under his blankets in Zayn's room. The screen of his phone lit up and Louis blinked a few times to clear his blurry vision.

Incoming call: Neil

Louis really had no energy to deal with anyone at the moment. The only person he wanted to see was Zayn. His best friend had always been there for him and he even proposed to buy two buckets of ice cream so they could eat them while they watched some pathetic romantic movie. Louis really needed some clichés that took his mind off a tall, green eyed, dorky, sweet, dense, amazing and just perfect boy.

The screen lit up again and Louis groaned. Why didn't the world get the message and leave Louis alone so he could be pathetic until he mended his broken heart?

Incoming call: Liam

(7) missed calls from Neil

(2) missed calls from Eleanor

Louis groaned and hesitantly wrapped his fingers around the vibrating device. He waited until Liam's call ended and dialed his voicemail.

"Eight new messages.
First new message:
'Hey Lou, Zayn told me you were sick. I hope you get better soon!' To replay this message press-- message deleted.

Next message:
'Okay, I asked around a bit because I had a feeling that Zayn was lying and I'm currently searching for Harry so I can punch him. He's a jerk, Lou, please don't skip school because he was being an idiot. Larry isn't dead yet! And I know you don't want to hear this, but you need to. Harry likes you too, Lou.' To replay-- message deleted.

Next message:
'Answer my calls, Lewis, I need to make sure you're not drowning in your tears because I have no black suit and I really don't want my reason to get one be your funeral. Would you feel better if I said that Liam is going to Harry's place later to check on him? Right, you don't know, but the idiot has been avoiding us all day and--" message deleted."

There were three others like that and Louis wanted to curl back up and cry some more. His eyes were already red and swollen anyway, two more hours wouldn't change a thing.

"Next message:
'Babe, I'm getting texts from someone called Niall? Is he a friend of yours? He's really worried about you. Call me back' To-- message deleted.

Next message:
'I like this Niall guy. He's going on and on about how he will kill Harry for hurting you. Bring him with you next time you visit. Oh, and... Call. Me. I swear I'll--' message deleted."

The only one left was Liam's. Louis gulped and he considered just deleting it without even listening, but what if Harry had called him on Liam's phone? Maybe Harry wanted to-- no, he really needed to stop his wishful thinking. Harry didn't like him. It was that simple. Louis was going to stop pining after the gorgeous boy because what else could he do? He couldn't force Harry to love him, right? Louis just wanted for Harry to be happy, if not with him then with someone else.

"Next message:
'Hi Louis, I know that Harry is a twat and he deserves it that you're angry at him, but don't give up yet, yeah? I mean, you have every right to be pissed off and I'm all in if you want to get back at him with a harmless prank, but, ugh, what I'm trying to say is, Harry is an idiot. Give him some time. He'll come around, Lou. He would have to be brain dead to not chose you while you're apparently head over heels for him. Anyway, I'll see you at school.' To replay this message press one. To call back the-- message deleted.

There are no new messages." Louis pressed the red icon and just looked at his phone. He never would've dreamed Liam to call him, much less to leave a message like the one he left.

Louis sighed, "Fine. Moping around and crying won't change anything either so I might as well make that frog regret labeling me as a drunk mistake," Louis sat up, ready do something -he wasn't sure what, but it wasn't laying in Zayn's bed-, but the new bucket of ice cream sitting on the desk in front of him was tempting him.

"I'll make him regret it, but after this ice cream."

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Not quite happy with it.. But it'll have to do because I'm going to Prague on Monday (for a week), so no update next week... Sorry 😭

Q: what do you think about Harry?
And about Louis' reaction?

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