I Won't Give Up (Ziam & Zarry)

Chapter 7

“Hey, how was your night?” Niall asked looking back at Harry, from the couch, as he made his way from the stairs to the kitchen. “Well it was..”-Harry looked over at the person sitting next to Niall; Louis, who was now looking at him also-”I don’t know. I don’t really remember.” He said with a soft chuckle that Niall returned. 

Harry entered the kitchen only to be followed by an eager Niall. “So Harry, you gonna make me something to eat?” He asked, a hopeful smile plastered on his face. 

“Get lost blondie.” Harry said with a smirk as he pulled some eggs from the fridge. “C’mon lad! Please!” Niall begged grabbing hold of Harry’s arm. “Whatever.” Harry said ‘giving in’. He was gonna make something for the lad the entire time, he just wanted to mess with him. 

“Yes! Thank you!” Niall shouted letting go. “Lou! Harry’s making breakfast for us!” He continued shouting as he exited the kitchen. “What!?” Harry asked. He grunted, not actually minding but trying to give Niall some guilt in what he had just done. 

While Harry made the entire house breakfast, Liam and Zayn had come down stairs not much later asking for food too, his mind continued to fill with memories from the night before. By the  time he was finished cooking, he had remembered every detail of his night with Louis, including down to the fact that he had enjoyed it.

“Foods ready!” He shouted and Niall was the first one into the kitchen, followed by Louis then Liam, and last was Zayn. They all sat around the T.V. as they ate their delicious meal and talked about whatever came to their mind, minus Louis and Harry. They remained silent for the most part, both of them thinking intently of the night before.

Every few minutes Louis would catch Harry staring at him but would look away the second their eyes met. Harry wanted so badly to talk to Louis about what had happened but was clueless on what to say. And Louis, was just too embarrassed by just how much he had enjoyed it. 

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It had been a long day. The boys had two interviews, a radio showing and rehearsal for their next concert which was tomorrow. They all wanted sleep, except for Harry and Louis. Both boys yearned to talk about what had happened the night before. 

Louis knocked on Harry’s door and it swung open almost immediately, revealing a very distressed Harry. “Lou.” He nearly whispered, shocked. “Harry we need to talk.” He said moving past the younger boy, continuing to sit on his bed. “Yeah.” Harry replied as he shut the door. 

“Harry how do you feel about what happened last night?” Louis asked not wanting to waste time beating around the bush.

“I uh- I don’t know..” Harry lied. 

“Your not helping.” Louis said sighing.

“What do you mean?” Harry asked.

“I need to know how you felt. Because if you hated it then good, we can go back to normal. But if you liked it.. We.. Everything might change.” He said, rushing until he got to the end. 

Harry didn’t respond immediately. He knew he liked it, a lot. But he knew he liked Zayn. No he knew he loved Zayn. And if something were to happen between the two boys then what would happen between him and Zayn?

“Well, how do you feel about it?” The curly headed boy asked. 

Louis took in a deep breath before speaking in a barely audible volume, “I liked it.” Harry’s breath caught in his throat. He was hoping that Louis didn’t like it, if he didn’t then he would be let off the hook and everything would be okay. But he wasn’t.

Louis noticed the hesitation from Harry and immediately knew he was wrong. Harry would now hate him forever. “B-But I don’t know that, m-maybe I’m wrong maybe it was cause I-I was drunk, or I think I enjoyed it but I-I didn’t.” Louis said stuttering.