My Best Friend's Brother {ft. Larry Stylinson And Ziam}

Chapter 17

Zayn POV

[Immediate continuation]

Liam stood still as Harry ran up to his room and Louis stormed out the front door, both hearts completely shattered.

"I thought we were supposed to be helping them, not hurting them" Liam turned around, the contaigous sadness spreading to him as well. His eyes drooped in sorrow, for he had probably just broken up Harry's relationship for good. I moved from the lazy boy and gestured him to sit in it. When he sat down, I climbed back in his lap, and he held me close to him.

"He's gonna hate me."

"No he's not. He's going to realize that you did him a favor. He may not be too happy about it now but when he realizes, he'll be so happy. He might even thank you."

Liam sat back and closed his eyes.

"I love you." He turned his head towards me and dragged his hand up my waist. I hesitantly looked up at him. The swirls of emotion I saw there made me gasp. Lust and desire. However, before I could ponder about it further, he yanked me to him and covered my mouth with his in a hungry kiss. As our lips crushed together, I felt like i was walking on air. It was magic, the way his lips connected with mine. His mouth was so warm, the caress of his lips softer than I could have imagined and I opened my mouth with a low moan.

"Weren't we told not to have sex in the living room?" Liam said in between kisses. His lips connected to my neck and immediately found my spot. I writhed and grinded down, wanting him to feel my pleasure. He moaned.

"I don't remember anything of the sort." His hands slipped under my shirt and around to my back as he kissed me again.

"Yeah,you're right. Me either."

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Third person POV

Two weeks

It had been two weeks. Two weeks since he'd seen Louis. Two weeks since Harry had seen or spoken to Zayn and Liam. Two weeks since Harry went anywhere other than his mum's and work.

Two weeks.

He'd gotten phone calls from Liam and Zayn everyday since he started staying with his mum again. Nick even called him a couple of times. But the one person he would've answered the phone for, didn't call. He was busy ignoring the world around him too.

In the two weeks of hell, as Harry so nicely put it, Louis had drove from Manchester through London and all the way to Brighton, and that was just to relieve stress. Him and El had packed their bags in Doncaster and left the day after the confrontation. The whole trip consisted of El trying to cheer Louis up but she knew that only one person could do that.

In Brighton, Louis met a guy. It wasn't one of those guys, no. It was a potential friend guy. His name was Niall. El, Louis and his bubbly new friend met at a bar. It started like any old conversation of 'hi' 'what's your name? ' 'you come here often? '. But with this particular meet up, Niall proposed.

Instead of saying no, Louis laughed. That moment, had officially broke the ice, forming a sturdy foundation for a long lasting friendship. 4/5 days of the last week, Niall dragged Louis to Club Minx, a very popular gay club somewhere in the middle of town. This was where Louis spilled his love story to Niall, and where Niall told Louis to shut the fuck up about love and enjoy life. And that was the last time Louis discussed a curly haired lad with Niall.

Niall got Louis food and male strippers and all the alcohol he could drink. During those 4 days of clubbing, Louis danced on so many guys, he just couldn't keep track anymore. All the dances started off the same, Louis dancing drunk all by himself and stumbling over his own feet. But soon, a handsome man would wrap his strong arms around Louis' waist and attach his lips to Louis' neck. Louis, of course, grinded back on the stranger without a care in the world.