The Boy That Doesn't Talk // ls

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Heyyyy omg this is embarrassing

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Louis' POV:

We enter the house and i immediately break down. That was the most embarrassing moment of my life. This is why I never go out. For fucks sake.

"Lou, everything's ok" Zayn says calmly while guiding me into the living room. I squirm and jump forward away from his touch out of pure frustration with him, Liam and the whole situation.

"I'm fine" i grumble as I flop down onto the sofa. Zayn sits next to me and Liam grabs the remote to turn something on on the TV, while cuddling into Zayn. I stare at the walls not the TV. I'm not even in a state from being anxious at this point, it is solely anger towards Liam and sort of Zayn. I sigh and turn to face Zayn. "Why would you do that?"

"Do what?" Zayn asks as if he's completely oblivious to the way I've been all 20 years we've known each other.

"Make me go there" i huff, sending him an evil look.

"For Liam, it was nothing about you. He paid for it and i would feel guilty if we didn't go" Zayn tries to argue.

"You both know I can't handle that kind of thing. Why would it suddenly change just because you surprised me with it and forced me out the house?"

"You could've tried not to get all worked up" Liam says. His bitchy comments get me more angry because he has no reason other than he's jealous of me and Zayn. Zayn's not my boyfriend, he has nothing to be jealous of, i don't want him like that.

"You don't think I tried!?" I suddenly yell. I don't speak to Liam all that often and i raise my voice even less frequently. "I tried so hard because I wanted to do this for you!"

Liam just shakes his head as if he's tried to make it better in any way. Zayn just sits there and looks between the two of us. "Zayn! Why won't you say anything? You know how fucking hard it is for me and just because he's your boyfriend you're not helping me."

"Lou, I just don't know what to say, you know?" He sighs, his eyebrows furrowing as he visually thinks about what he's going to do.

"Whatever. I don't have anything else to say to either of you" i mumbled as I get up and make my way to my room. I hear Liam make another comment, saying "what's new" but choose to ignore it. What great friends I've got.

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At 6pm, Zayn knocks on my door and enters my room. I raise an eyebrow as he sits at the end of the bed. He knows i won't be in the mood for talking unless he has something really good to say, which is almost never the case. We sit in silence for a few minutes, Zayn obviously studying my face to work out how I'm feeling while I look at my hands and play with my fingers. Zayn's good at knowing what I'm thinking when I can't/won't talk so there's nothing i can hide from him. After his eyes on me become uncomfortable, I look up at him and raise my eyebrows as if to say "well?".

"I- um, there's something i thought you might want to see" Zayn tells me, pulling his phone out from his back pocket. I watch as he unlocks it and finds whatever it is he wants to show me. When he finally passed me the screen, I see a tweet from Niall Horan.

NiallHoran: Harry's got a crush on the blue-eyed, quiet one 💙

I shrug and hand him the phone back, telling him everything he needs to know about what I think. "Lou, the blue-eyed, quiet one is you"