follow me// larry + ziam (and a side of niall)

16: Harry

A/N: I tell myself everyday this video is real lmao. Also warning this chapter is really long, so get a cup of tea and a snack bc this bitch gonna jack up ur feels

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Harry laid on top Louis on his bed, kissing him slowly and passionately. Both boys had their shirts off and were surrounded by Harry's open suitcase and various shoes, shirts, and shorts to be packed. Their mouths connected seductively, Harry taking a moment to lick his lips before pressing them back on Louis'. 

"Harry?" Someone knocked on the bedroom door and Harry flung himself off Louis. Niall opened the door before waiting for an answer.

"Why didn't you tell me you-- oh. Hi Louis." Niall's frown deepened and he glared at the shirtless boy laying next to Harry. 

"Ni, what the fuck? A little warning would've been nice." Harry scoffed before throwing Louis his shirt off the floor. 

"Oh yeah, you're one to talk about a little warning! When were you going to tell me you're leaving for a week!" Niall raged. 

"I literally did! I told you in History!" Harry yelled. 

"No you didn't!" Niall screamed back. 

"Haz, you told me in History." Louis quietly whispered. Niall just gave him an "I told you so" look. 

"Well, shit." Harry ran a stressed hand through his hair. "I'm sorry Ni. I really thought I told you." He watched Niall scratch the back of his neck.

"Louis, would you mind giving us a minute?" Niall sighed. 

"Uh, sure. I'm gonna go pee." Louis nodded before awkwardly leaving the room. 

"What the fuck is going on with you H? Since when do you pick your hook ups over me?" Niall asked in a disappointed tone, making guilt creep up into Harry's stomach. 

"He's not just a hook up, I actually really like him." Harry quietly responded. "And besides, you've been spending a lot of time with Ava too."

"Oh my fucking god, are you kidding me? I've hung out with Ava like four times and we've only ever kissed! How many times do you two little lovebirds hang out a week huh? How much do you fuck?" Niall shrieked. Harry winced, not used to seeing Niall angry. It's never been this bad before. 

"Niall, calm down--" 

"Fuck you Harry! Fuck you! Have fun on your trip, and don't forget to tell me about all the hot California girls you'll fuck!" Niall screeched and slammed the door on his way out. Harry stood there speechless until someone softly knocked on the door. 

"Haz? Can I come back in?" Louis quietly asked. 

"Yeah, c'mere." Harry's eyes slightly stung and his heart had dropped several feet down his body. He opened his arms, and Louis walked into them easily and squeezed his torso tightly. 

"You okay?" Louis mumbled into his chest, and Harry let out a shaky breath. 

"I've never seen him that angry. Not in a long time at least, he used to have outbreaks like that all the time but not as much now."

"I'm sorry about him, don't let it ruin your trip." Louis snuggled in closer, and Harry rested his chin on Louis' feathery hair. 

"I'll try not to." They stood like that for a few more comfortable moments. 

"You should text him once he's cooled off a bit. Maybe even get him a souvenir or something to remind him he's still your best friend."

"Yeah, that's a good idea. I know I haven't been prioritizing him much, but someone else has been a little distracting." Harry cupped Louis' face and pulled it away from his chest before pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead, causing the smaller boy to giggle in satisfaction.