That day they had managed to get most of Zayn's belongings to Louis's apartment, Harry overthinking the entire time they were.

Currently all three were in the livingroom, watching Friends on netflix, Louis sitting on the floor counting his tips from this week since he hadn't go the chance to.

"M' gonna take a shower, that okay, love?" Zayn asks, standing from his spot next to Harry on the couch, leaning down a bit to ruffle Louis's hair up.

"Yeah, Zaynie." Louis smiles up at him, Zayn smiling back for a moment before walking off.

Harry waits until he hears the water running and sits down on the floor next to Louis, "Are we exclusive?"

Louis stops counting and looks at Harry, then back down at the money, taking a deep breath, "I don't feel like I'm ready, yet." He says, "I know we-"

"Are you serious?" Harry snaps, looking Louis in the eyes now, "Is it because of Zayn? Now that he's avali-"

"What the hell is wrong with you?" Louis snaps, astounded by Harry's almost made statement, "Did you forget about the five long years of hurting or did you think I just forgave you because I said I love you?"

Harry doesn't say anything, shaking his head. He gets up and moves to the otherside of the couch, grabbing his jacket.

"Where are you going?" Louis snaps, standing up, losing a bit of his footing due to being tipsy from the wine they'd been having, "Are you really mad at me? You can't be mad at me for being hesitant!"

"We all make mistakes, I refuse to be punished continuously for mine." Harry snaps, shrugging his jacket on, then heading towards the door.

"Harry! It's been a fucking day! What are you talking about when you say continuously?" Louis hisses, throwing his hands up.

"Fuck you, Louis, or maybe Zayn can do it for me." He shouts, leaving and slamming the door before another word is said.

Louis feels his eyes water as he sits down on the couch, putting his head in his hands. It was so hard to believe Harry loved him when he wasn't being patient or understanding at all, if anything he was being a selfish, accusing asshole.

He understands Harry's excuse for leaving him, but sometimes he fears Harry meant what he said years ago. He felt like Harry had broken things off so he could fuck the pretty boys in prison and now that he was out he needed Louis back because he didn't have them anymore. Louis knows it could just be him overthinking it, but Louis doesn't know what to believe anymore.

After several long minutes of Louis sitting myself, curled up and crying over a man that seems to do nothing but hurt him, Zayn comes over of the shower, dressed in only sweats.

"Louis?" He asks, glancing around to find Harry, but not seeing him. "What happened?" He asks gently, sitting next to Louis and pulling the crying boy into his chest.

Louis shakes his head, "I don't think, uh," He sniffles, pulling up and looking at Zayn with swollen eyes, "I don't think Harry wants to fix things anymore."

"Why's that?" Zayn asks slowly, placing a friendly hand on Louis's thigh, squeezing it comfortingly.

Louis wipes his own tears and looks away from Zayn, "He thinks you and I are a thing." He mutters, "Because I told him I wasn't ready to be in a relationship with him and- I mean, it's only been a day, you know? I get that we talked some yesterday and even had sex, but it's still hard."

"Yeah, exactly, It doesn't erase the past." Zayn agrees, not commenting on the first statement, "Maybe he will come around Lou, I think he's still dealing with how bad he hurt you."

"What do you mean?" Louis says, sitting back on the couch and staring over at Zayn.

"Well." Zayn says, "I think Harry knew he hurt you, but I don't think he realized how much of a tole it took on you." He explains, "He looked so distraught when I told him about the drugs, broke his heart." Zayn sighs as he shakes his head, "I think maybe being around you is a constant reminder."

Louis frowns, fiddling his fingers together, looking down at them. Maybe Zayn was right, it all added up in the end really. "Maybe we just weren't meant to be."

"Maybe not." Zayn says, placing his hand over Louis's intwined ones, "But never doubt that Harry loves you, because he really does."

Louis smiles sadly, leaning up to press a kiss to Zayn's cheek, but not moving away when he does, Zayn turning his face to look at Louis.

"Thank you." Louis says, blushing at the closeness between the two, a hurt in his heart from the crack Harry left.

Zayn leans foward and connects their lips, the moment changing from friendliness to lust. Louis knew they both needed this. When Zayn pushes Louis back on the couch and climbs between his legs, Louis decides that theres nothing wrong with having a little fun to distract them both from their own heartbreak tonight.

"So pretty, babe, wanted this for so long." Zayn breathes against Louis's jaw, this hands slipped underneath Louis's shirt; Harry's shirt.

"Please Zayn-Want you now please, I wanna do this." Louis assures him.

It takes Zayn mere seconds to pull away, moving to remove Louis's boxers, then his shirt. Once he had Louis completely naked he found himself astounded by how pretty Louis actually is.

That night he showed Louis how pretty he was. They fucked all night long, it helped them both forget and just focus on the lust they had for each other.