Take my hand and let me save you

Take my hand

Harry and Zayn need a new roommate. Well, Harry needs a new roommate more alike. The lease is about to end and his friend had just dropped the bomb that he was moving in with Gigi las week. It wasn't a complete surprise though, he spends more time in her flat than in the apartment he pays rent on.

They decide to put an announcement on the paper and in social media. The phone starts to ring incessantly right away since the flat it's in the middle of London and the price it's almost a gift.

"Well mate, we have a week fully booked with interviews to select my replacement," Zayn has the audacity to say with a fake pout on his face.

"Oh, don't bullshit me Malik. You could've waited until graduation, we have only one last semester until we have our degrees and I can search for a job that pays decent enough to pay for myself," Harry huffs annoyed. Really all the time they will be spending interviewing these people could be better spent studying. He is in his last semester to become a lawyer, it's not like it gets any easier.

Zayn smirks and his hazel eyes sparkle with mischief."Don't be jealous babe, who knows maybe you will get your Gigi this week," he says pinching Harry's cheeks.

Harry rolls his eyes and bats his hand away. "I'm not jealous. I don't need a partner at the moment, thank you very much. I have enough on my plate as it is," he is serious, the pile of books that he needs to dip head first this semester is outrageous.

"Well... You can at least find a good laid yeah? It's been way too long since the last time you hooked up with someone," Zayn sizes him up, eyes looking through his soul. At least that is what it feels like.

"Pray tell, how would you know that if you're never here?" Harry asks, crossing his arms in front of his chest, quirking an eyebrow.

Zayn's face crumbles with guilt. "I promise I won't be completely gone, Haz. This is not the end of our friendship," he says sincerely.

Harry's heart warms at his friend's words and he decides to drop it and just be happy for Zayn. They've spent beautiful years in this flat and he won't let his temper tantrum tarnish those memories.

"I know, babe, I'm just being difficult. Come here give us a hug," Harry opens his arms and envolves Zayn in a crushing hug. "Love you mate, and I'm really happy for you and Gigi," he says sincerely.

"Thanks, mate" Zayn's voice seems vulnerable, he clears his throat and continues. "Well, enough feelings for today, let's go to sleep. Tomorrow it's going to be a long day," he sighs, already retreating to his room.

Harry already feels tired and hasn't even started with the interviews. A night of sleep sounds beautiful.

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What they thought was going to be a long day turned out to be a long week. They are not able to find anyone that seems agreeable enough (Harry is not able. Zayn was done after day three and it's trying to convince Harry to take anyone). It's Friday morning and they still have a list of ten people that are interested. Harry is making himself a strong coffee because he has barely slept at all between interviews and studying for his courses. Zayn's still sleeping, the bastard.

He hears a soft knock on the door, and looks at the clock that's on the wall above the TV. It's nine am. He frowns, the next person was supposed to come in thirty minutes. He shrugs and runs a hand through his messy curls that are already reaching his chin, stands up and goes to open the door.

The sight that welcomes him it's not what he was expecting at all. Harry was expecting a man, Louis Tomlinson, twenty eight years old, according to the mail he sent a couple of days ago. And it is a man, what he was not expecting at all was the little human that he was holding between his arms. The child seems to be sleeping, head snug on the man's shoulder. Harry wanted to coo but he refrained, afraid of waking the toddler up. He must have stayed there staring immobil for too long, because the man in front of him cleared his throat making him redirect his gaze to who he guesses is Louis.