Falling In Love (L.S)

Chapter 4

Harry is not sulking.

"Stop sulking." Zayn's annoying voice rings out in Harry's ears. Harry frowns at his friends' intrusion on his alone time. He turns his head to the left, away from Zayn, so he can glare in peace.

""M not sulking." Harry mumbles—a pout firmly placed on his lips. It's true though, he's not sulking it's just the fact that he has a lot on his mind right now which is leaving his brows in a furrowed state.

"Of course not, you're simply pouting, while staring at the door, for your health." Zayn deadpans. Harry doesn't dignify that with a verbal response. Instead he gives Zayn a middle finger before turning his attention back to the wall. Not the door no matter what Zayn says.

He is old enough that he can admit that he is a bit worried this morning. Granted he has every right to be slightly concerned given the fact that it's Monday morning and Louis has not yet shown up to work yet; nor did he respond to any of Harry's text over the weekend.

So yes, Harry is a tad concerned, not at all sulking, but he has every right to be. You see, he and Louis are now friends; worrying over your mates is a totally normal thing to do. Harry worries over his friends all the time. Especially Zayn. Zayn always gets into some type of trouble and it makes Harry worry.

"He hasn't shown up yet Zayn, maybe he's still upset." Harry pouts. "I upset him." Zayn rolls his eyes like the best, and caring, friend he is.

"He's supposed to be here at nine." Zayn glances down at his watch while he comments to Harry. "It's just turned one minute past nine, so please stop pouting." His friend tries to soothe him, even though he's doing it in a very rude manner.

"Also, you have no idea if you upset him or not; but even if you did all you can do is apologize while explaining to him where you're coming from." Harry lifts his head up to cast his friend a warning glare.

Of course Zayn has figured it out; of course he knows that Harry has a deep rooted hatred for his own father because of how manipulative the man was-but still. It's not like he wants to talk about this now, or ever.

Harry's about to voice this when the door opens, in running a flustered looking Louis who's holding a bag of Burger King in his right hand. He's wearing blue jeans with a plain t shirt-which is not work attire—while rocking the bed hair look.

The boy stops when he eyes land onto Zayn; the boy making a startled 'oh' face before snapping back into motion, walking to one of the chairs to sit down.

"I'm sorry for being late, am I interrupting anything or??" Louis trails off while looking between the two elders. Just ignoring how much I hate my father for damaging me, Harry thinks bitterly.

"Not at all, Zayn was just getting to work." Harry gives his mate a pointed look.

"Sure was." Zayn concedes. "Bye Lou." Zayn gives Louis a kiss on the cheek before looking to Harry—giving the man a mock salute as he leaves. With a sigh, Harry leans back in his chair trying to pretend that there isn't an awkward silence consuming the room. He takes a massive bite out of his sausage biscuit before turning his gaze back to a quiet looking Louis, whose cheeks are full of food.

"So..." They both chime in unison, leaving the two of them to chuckle thus ruining the awkward bubble. Louis gestures for Harry to continue speaking so the elder takes the offer.

"I want to say sorry." Harry blurts out. Louis is already shaking his head but Harry quickly continues speaking as he runs a hand through his curls.

"My father was very manipulative and instead of dealing with my issues, which I probably never will, I transferred how I felt around him to how I thought you should've felt in regards to your ex. I'm sorry for that. I pushed too hard which was unfair." Harry apologizes.