Not My Cup of Tea // L.S.

*18*

Harry woke up when he heard the sound of something fall with a thud. What the fuck? He thought. He sat up. The bed was empty beside him and when he touched it, it was cold. Louis must've woken up long ago. Harry reached over to his phone and saw there were three other phones. Oh, Zayn and Liam are also here. He checked the time in his phone. 6:45 am. He yawned. Lot of time for Uni.

He got up and looked around. Where had that sound come from? He went in to the kitchen. The scene there was shocking. Liam had his head in his head, Louis was looking out the window with his back to the dorm and....Zayn standing with red eyes and a kettle broken on the floor. None of them realizing Harry's presence.

Harry heard sniffles. He looked around. Liam's face was in his hand. He was definitely crying. Zayn's eyes were red, blood red. He was also definitely crying. And....Louis. His back faced the rest of them. Was he crying? No idea. Harry chose not to speak.

"Zaynie babe, calm down." Liam finally spoke, but not looking out of his hands. His voice came out muffled. "How the hell can I calm down?!" Zayn roared, but softened when he heard another sniffle. Zayn was one big hothead, but at the same time, he was a one big crybaby. "Li, babe, honey, calm down. Don't cry, please. I can't see you like this baby, don't cry." Zayn tried. "How can I, Zayn? You can't see me like this but I can't see him like this!" Liam said, pointing at Louis.

This has something to do with Louis? I thought Zayn and Liam had a fight? Harry thought, but remained silent.

"I know Li, I know. How the fuck did you people not tell me anything about this before? I would have killed that fucking piece of shit by now!?!?" Zayn nearly shouted. "Because, he doesn't want to. He doesn't like publicity after what happened Zayn. Don't you think I would've killed that rascal myself by now?" Liam reasoned, but never looking up at anyone. "I understand Liam." Zayn said, sighing sadly.

Zayn walked up to Louis, "I am so sorry Tommo-wait can I call you that?" Louis didn't say anything but Liam spoke up, "He loves it, go on." "Alright. I'm so sorry Tommo. I-I never expected anything of this sort. I thought you had headaches or backaches. But th-this was so unexpected Louis. I'm sorry; I should've actually befriended you earlier. But I didn't because you and Liam were really close and I couldn't muster enough courage to even look at Liam in the eye. Hence, I stayed away from the two of you. I'm sorry Louis, but now, I'm here with you for a lifetime. Thanks to you for letting me in." Zayn said with certainty. Louis finally turned back and looked at Zayn.

Shit, he looks like the worst-crier among the three. He's the reddest and most pale among the three. Harry thought.

Louis gave one weak smile to Zayn, nodded and hugged him tight. Zayn held on to him like he was holding onto life itself. Liam sighed, and looked out of his hands.

He looks equally pale and red as Zayn. Harry thought.

Liam walked over to the rest two and hugged them tightly. Zayn and Louis opened their arms to include Liam in the hug. They were all telling each other something, which Harry couldn't quite make out. Harry wondered whether he should ask them what they were talking about but he heard Zayn say, "Don't worry, I won't tell anyone, not even him."

Harry felt his heart sink. The three of them were keeping secrets from him? Of course. You are nothing amazing or important that people will share their sorrow with you. I mean, who are you? His brain said. Well, it wasn't wrong. Liam was Louis' closest friend so he knew everything, now Zayn and Liam are together so it made sense that Liam would convince Louis to tell Zayn every joy or sorrow he had. Harry was nobody after all.