The Boy That Doesn't Talk // ls

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Louis' POV:

"What the fuck happened?" I hear Zayn yell as Harry carries me into the flat. I can't be sure on what he's doing as my head is buried into Harry's chest. "Is he ok?" Liam adds.

"He asked if we could walk and so we did and then the paps came and it freaked him out and I didn't know what I was supposed to do and he wouldn't move or speak so I just picked him up to bring him back to you and I'm so sorry" Harry blurts out abnormally quick for him. I feel guilty for making this feel this way. It's clearly my fault and there's nothing he could've done about it, but I just can't find my voice to tell him (and more importantly Zayn) that it wasn't his fault.

"Why would you do that? You're famous!" Zayn hisses at him, approaching us. He then tries to get me out of Harry's arms but I don't want to move so it's difficult for him, and he finally gives up as Harry's isn't helping him. "Harry, let him go"

"You don't know that he wants to be with you" Harry huffs. I can tell he wants to comfort me, rather than Zayn. "Do you want me to let go?" He asks me. I don't move. I can't move. I want to scream and shout and cry and tell them everything that's going on all the time and everything about what's just happened but I can't. Despite me wanting to yell at Zayn for being so mad at Harry, I stay still and don't respond. Its liking someone's holding me hostage in my own body, not letting me do anything other than grip Harry's t-shirt.

"Just take him to his bed and then leave him to feel comfortable again." Zayn sighs when I don't speak. He should know that this is normal for me and that it's not because I don't want Harry around but he chooses not to care about what I want and maybe a little more about what he wants. Which right now, seems to be that he wants control in this situation when officially it should be up to me.

Harry nods and carries me to my room, holding me tighter as we get into it. He places me on my bed softly and tears start falling out my eyes, faster than before.

"I'm sorry I ruined such a nice day" he sighs. I try my hardest to shake my head but it probably just looks like I'm scrunching my eyes. Luckily, my head actually shakes, making a small smile form on Harry's face. "Zayn doesn't seem to like me right now so I should probably go. I'll see you soon, ok?" He says softly.

It takes literally all the energy I have in my body to do so, but I make a noise before he can completely leave me alone. He turns around and looks at me with a confused look. I sit up fully and whisper "stay."

Harry frowns. "Zayn would get mad and he won't believe me when I tell him what you said because you don't seem in a proper position to talk right now" he shakes his head and sighs. I have an idea and pull out my phone.

Please stay with me

Harry smiles at his phone and nods. "Ok" he almost whispers back to me. Then I shuffle over in my bed, making room for him to get in with me. As he crawls in and kicks of his shoes after taking mine off for me, butterflies start going wild in my tummy. "Come here" he motions for me to get closer. I curl up into a ball and get as close to his chest as I physically can, while he wraps his arms around me.

Zayn's angry footsteps are heard, and just seconds later, the door is swung open, so it hits the wall next to it. Harry shoots up to a sitting position, causing me to make an embarrassing squeak, so he relaxes a little.

"What are you still doing here?" Zayn basically screams at him. "I don't care if you're a fucking celebrity, you have no special rights because of it. He doesn't want you right now and needs to be left alone"