I'm In Love With The Brown-Haired Boy//L.S//

Chapter Six

Before I begin I would like to say that the events that happen in this chapter (and this story) do not I repeat DO NOT reflect the way that I see Liam and Niall. This fic was written before the events involving Liam. I am beyond saddened and have been trying my best to cope with what has happened. With that being said I am putting a little trigger warning just in case anyone is also still struggling.

I'm currently at Zayn's house, ranting to him about everything that's been happening lately. He's playing Mario Kart on his Wii while I'm pacing around his room, practically yelling.

"So these little assholes are all like, 'We don't want some fag in here,' and Harry doesn't do a damn thing about it, even though I thought we were bonding. It doesn't make any sense to me, Zayn," I say, getting more heated as I think about the situation.

"Who were the ones saying those things?"

"I don't know; one's blond, and the other has brown hair."

"Wait, do you mean Liam and Niall?" Zayn asks.

"I guess? The two who are always hanging around Harry like they're his little minions or something."

"Yeah, Liam and Niall—Harry's best friends. That's probably why he didn't say anything."

"Okay, but like, you're my best friend, and if you said some homophobic shit, I'd beat your ass."

"Yeah, but Harry's also straight, and so are his friends, so it's kinda different," Zayn says, still focused on his game.

"Okay, but then he wants to bring me my stuff and invite me over like everything's perfectly fine," I say, finally taking a seat on Zayn's bed.

"But did you forgive him and go?" he asks, glancing over at me.

There's a pause. "Okay, maybe, but like, how could I not? This shit is pissing me off," I practically yell.

"Can you maybe be a little quieter? I'm pretty sure my sisters know everything that's going on with how loud you've been," he says, still playing his game.

"Sorry, but I can't help it," I say, laying my head back on his bed.

"Shit!" Zayn yells, slamming his controller to the ground.

I jump at Zayn's sudden outburst. "You okay? I practically just shit myself, Zayn."

"I just died," he says, standing up. "I'm done with this game. Wanna go get something to eat?"

"Sure," I reply, standing up off his bed. I'm not too hungry, but I'll never turn down a chance to get some food.

We go downstairs to Zayn's kitchen to grab some food. Waliyah is sitting on the couch, watching cartoons and eating a bag of chips. She looks at me, then immediately turns her head away. She's had a crush on me since I first became friends with Zayn back in sixth grade. I'm not really bothered by it, and I kinda find it funny.

I take a seat at the counter while Zayn goes over to the freezer and pulls out some chicken nuggets and fries.

Zayn tosses the chicken nuggets and fries into the air fryer, setting the timer. He turns around, leaning against the counter with his arms crossed, giving me that raised-eyebrow look he always gets when he's about to get serious.

"So, what're you gonna do about Harry?" he asks, finally focused on the conversation.

I shrug, looking down at the marble counter. "I don't know. Part of me wants to confront him, call him out for not having my back. But then, when it's just us, it feels like maybe he... cares? I don't get it."

Zayn nods, thinking. "You said he invited you over and brought you your stuff, right? Maybe he feels bad about not saying anything to Liam and Niall but doesn't know how to deal with it. People are weird about stuff like this when they're... not used to it."