Remind Me To Forget (L.S.) ✔️

Chapter 44

"I don't know."

"...say what now?"

"I don't know, okay? I don't remember."

"hOW CAN YOU NOT REMEMBER BREAKING YOUR LEG?"

Harry grabbed a pillow and buried his face in it as if it could isolate him from the TED talk that was coming from Liam in a second. Last night was fun; the plan of the older boy seemed to work and drinking truly helped him to forget about the attacker. The only problem was that he also forgot almost everything else in the process. Only faint, blurry images were the proof that it happened and it wasn't just a dream.

And the plaster cast. The plaster cast was also a strong evidence.

"Liam, 'm not sure we can have this conversation right now." he sighed, laying on his bed. The hangover absolutely fucked him up and the dad vibe he got from him didn't really help on the head ache either.

"Okay okay, cool then" the other nodded before turning to the older boy on Niall's bed. "hOW COULD YOU BREAK HIS LEG?"

"What the- how's it my fault?" Zayn groaned in confusion. "Do you think I pushed him off of a building?"

"You were drunk, you were high and you've always been irresponsible," he emphasized the words, counting on his fingers. "So yes, it's a possibility."

"Look," Zayn sat up all of a sudden to stare at him with a seriously intimidating look on his face. "I saved him yesterday and thought he could use some fun after almost being r-” he didn’t finish the word to avoid causing him a panic attack. „You could of been there to handle the situation instead, but you were not, so don't you dare to judge my decisions. You're so fucking annoying when you play a smart ass."

Liam pressed his lips together while crossing his arms in front of his chest. He was mad, of course he was, however the older one had some great points. He might have enough flaws to fill a freaking ocean - he would of rather trusted a dry dying plant with his life than with him  - but after all Zayn was right. He saved Harry on his own special way when nobody else could and the small broken bone in his foot was just an accidental downside of the whole day.

On a different note: how could he hate him, when those beautiful, mysterious hazel brown eyes were searching his?

"...'m not sure we can have this conversation right now either," Harry mumbled in the end, breaking the strange silence. "I had fun, let's move on."

"What you had is a fracture."

"And fun." he added once again.

"And drinks. Lots of them. I lost counting after twelve." Zayn snorted, while the only totally sober person in the room started massaging his temples.

"Stop, just-" he shook his head. "Okay, let's get this straight..."

"There's nothing straight here right now." the black haired boy interrupted him again, but only Harry appreciated it with a quiet laugh.

"As I was saying..." Liam rolled his eyes. "Let's get this straight and build it up together. Do you have anything in your pockets that could help you remember what happened?"