Earned It [zarry]

Chapter 20

"The point...yes! The point is you don't just go around slapping people and threatening them all willy nilly. You could get sued for doing shit like that!" Zayn scolds the next day when Louis was diver enough to tell him the full story. "And since when is bodily harm ever a good preamble for a truce, like ever?"

Louis watches Zayn pace the floor with an annoyed expression for being woken up. The lights are too bright and Zayn's voice is to damn loud right now. "I think I did a favour. Now you know he wants you, and that with a little push your can have him wrapped around your finger again."

Zayn stops and looks at Louis with narrowed eyes. He makes a squeezing kind of crunching gesture with his hands before screaming a bit and going back to his pacing. So in light of recent events Zayn has come to the conclusion that Louis is legitimately batshit insane and should be locked up in a funny farm. Really that seems like the most reasonable solution. But since that isn't going to happen anytime in the foreseeable future he has come up with Plan B. Plan B's objective is to avoid telling the wackadoo anything else as serious or anything related to Harry Styles, and never let Harry alone with said nutcase again. Which is totally not an overreaction, it's just prudent planning.

Pacing a bit more, Zayn groans frustrated before putting his jacket on. "Okay, I'm going to go to his office so I can apologise for your actions, and then I'm going to call to check on how my dad's doing."

"Alright I'll come with you." Louis says standing up and stretching a bit. "I guess I should apologise...plus I didn't get the hot guy's number so."

"You're unbelievable."

Louis shrugs and grabs his skateboard and then the other one and hands Zayn his, "You love me."

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"And how do you know Mr. Styles?" A new secretary in training says. Her hair pinned up in a tight bun with no strands out of place.

"He's my ex boyfriend, I just want to talk to him for a few minutes. And I need to apologise for a few things," Zayn said pointedly looking at Louis at the last sentence.

The lady just raises an eyebrow and then turns to look at Louis. "And you?"

"I slapped him...twice," the shorter lad says rocking back and forth on his toes. Louis just smiles proud, and luckily for them Erika, comes out right at that moment.

"Oh, hi Zayn. A friend of yours?" She asked and the other girl steps out of the way as Erika gets behind the computer. "Angela, this is Zayn and.."

"Louis." Zayn and Louis say at the same time.

"-Louis, you can let them up whenever. It's fine." Erika says smiling. "He's in his office with his friend Mr. Payne I think."

"Hot man," Louis assumes and thanks Erika before he's grabbing Zayn's arm and dragging him to the elevator, so they could go to the office. Zayn leads the rest of the way, and he sighs a bit at the pervy look on his bestfriend's face. The doors open again, and they walk out of the lift and down the long hallway to Harry's office. They could hear laughter from the room, and Zayn smiles fondly at this sound of Harry's laugh. He sighs a bit and shakes his head a bit before he's putting his hand on the knob and turning it.

Harry looks up at the sound of the door opening and pauses. "Zayn?"

Zayn's eyes were trained to Harry's untamed curls and how loose his tie was, and it got his blood boiling. His fist clench, and he looks to the man that was sitting on the desk and narrowed his eyes. It was clear that it was "hot man", from the way Louis didn't recognise him. The guy had dark brown hair with a few highlights in it. His eyes were blue and he had a bit of scruff like Zayn does. When him and Zayn made eye contact the other man examines over him before a glance of awareness washes over his expression. His blue eyes narrow a bit, and Zayn thinks he might kill him.