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2.2

H A R R Y;

this is stupid. this is so fucking stupid.

i thought niall would finally get that i have no pleasure of hanging out with zayn and i never will. he is a cocky, underachiever, undetermined, asshole that really pushing my buttons.

sure, he is fucking hot but i dont like him at all. what niall is seeing of him is his good side, he isnt seeing the zayn that everyone else sees.

i can understand to a certain point on why niall likes zayn but really? jumping into his arms when they haven't seen each other for less than a week?

i just want to back hand both of them but mostly zayn.

i got so jealous of the two of them that i felt like fucking nialls brains out in front of zayn, to show him that Niall only wants me; not him but i couldnt. Would i? i dont know...

"harry, mind getting the pizza?" i hear niall ask from the kitchen.

after our little intense session we had on the couch, niall came into the room and started talking with zayn about some new video game and thats how i ended up back in the fucking living room.

i was so consumed in my disturbing thoughts that i didnt even hear the doorbell ring.

i don't answer him. i just get up and go to the door.

the annoying pizza boy keeps knocking and ringing, so i yell, "Fuck off, ill be there in a second!"

niall screams my name but doesnt come to me.

"well, maybe if you would open the fucking door when i first rang; i wouldnt have to keep doing this!" the boy screams back at me through the door.

i roll my eyes, getting my wallet out of my back pocket.

this kid rings it one more time so i grab the door and yank it open as far and fast as i could.

he stands there curtly, with a cheesy smile on his face and pizza in one hand.

"oh i'm sorry, would you have liked me to put it on your doorstep step?" his sarcastic tone makes me want to punch this feather haired boy but i resist, because to be honest; he is kinda cute. and niall wouldnt like it if i did.

"no," i simply say, giving him the money and grabbing the pizza from his hands.

"oh, did i make you speechless? seems like you had a lot to say before." his cocky and goofy smirk makes me laugh slightly, but i quickly shut up.

"there we go," he says fondly.

i dont know who this boy is and why he is making me blush but wow.

"i could tell your quite glum, tell me whats wrong," he says, putting the money i just gave him in his pocket.

"what the fuck? i dont know you!" i laugh, shaking my head.

he frowns but then has an amused look, "who's better to talk to than a stranger? i mean, sure; a stranger will probably judge you but you wouldnt be able to tell. and, if we say anything rude, it wont bother you right? since we're just strangers."

i finally give in, sitting down on the porch step and scoot over to give him proper room.

he smiles, sitting really close but at this point; i dont give a shit.

"so, family troubles? pet troubles? girlfriend troubles?"

"i dont have a girlfriend," i say, shrugging like he might get it. i thought he would because of my girly-type flowing shirt or extremely tight jeans.

"a guy like you has to have a girlfriend!" he squeals, his mouth is partly open.

"nope, i dont have one. but i have a boyfriend, well, maybe," i stutter out, twisting my fingers around.

"oh! even better!" he says, scooting even closer to me then gets all up in my face.

when i dont answer right away, he then practically screams, "tell me, tell me, tell me!"

"alright, alright!"

so I spilled everything that i could. everything there possibly was, i told him. he listened too.

"advice?" he asked, and i nodded; running my fingers through my hair.

"well, irrelevant advice would be to kick this zayn guy in the teeth while niall isnt looking but really, just talk to niall. it sounds like you havent done that; just thrown a fit and groped him."

i frown.

thats not what i did...

"thats a rea-" im cut off by the door opening, i expect to see niall but its zayn.

"niall was wondering where our pizza was." zayn says, looking straight down at the pizza boy that i have yet to learn his real name.

im kinda bummed that ni isnt at least wondering where i am.

"here." i say, shoving the box in his chest then adverting my attention back to pizza boy.

zayn doesnt move though, he only bends down to pizza boy and smirks, "im zayn."

i hear pizza boy take in a sharp breath and see him lick his lips.

just fucking great

zayn is waiting for the boy to say his name but he doesnt; just looks at zayn with heart eyes.

why cant i meet someone that isnt obsessing over zayns fucking ugly face

"well, pizza boy; hopefully we meet again." with a wink, zayn is gone.

"oh my fucking god, did you see his- and his cheeks- and his arms- and fu-" he gushes, grabbing his face in his hands and rocks from side to side.

"yeah, yeah! i get it!" i say, waving my arms around to stop him.

"no, no, but what is your real name?" i ask him, extremely curious now.

"im louis, louis tomlinson."

so hey guys, i just thought since 4/5 were in here already. why not make it 5/5?

so yeah

whoever is still readin this thank you!

{brooklyn}