You'd Never Guess (Ziam/Larry fic)

Chapter Three

Harry's P.O.V

The car ride was surprisingly bumpy. I had tried to close my eyes and go to sleep at least fifteen times, but the cobblestone road had jerked me awake each time. I sighed and reached for my phone, knowing that I wouldn't be able to fall asleep anyway. Lou was fast asleep, his fluffy head on my shoulder, and snoring softly. I couldn't help but smile - it was like having a little boy in an older body as your best friend - weird, but strangely comforting at all times.

Niall and Liam were in the back seat behind us, whispering anxiously about something. I truly just didn't understand. Liam has been acting pretty weird, actually, now that I think about it. But I decided not to interrupt, and went back to unlocking my phone. I ran through my automatic run-through - check Facebook really quickly, check messages and phone calls - I always turn the notifications off before a show, because I bring my phone on stage, it just makes me feel comforted for some reason - and then I go on Twitter. I whistled softly as I scrolled through my Facebook profile - just the usual "if we get 1 million likes, blah blah blah" pictures, and the "like if you love your best friend, ignore if you want to go to hell" pictures. I decided to go to hell, ignored the "like" button, then exited out of Facebook. Nothing good there.

Then I got onto Messages. There were 15. I blinked and tapped the screen, still squinting slightly at the awful contrast of the dark car and the bright electronic screen. Five from Mum, just asking about the concert, two from Paul, three from Simon, one from Cher *A/N Cher Lloyd, sillies*, one from Ed *A/N Sheeran, obviously*, two from Gemma, and one from Zayn. Zayn? I scratched my head, confused, and clicked on his contact first, stealing a glance at the boy, He was sitting shotgun beside Paul, and he looked perfectly fine, which made me confused. If he wanted to talk, why didn't he just talk? I glanced down at my screen again, and saw that he had sent it only just over a minute ago. What the hell?

Then Zayn turned to face me, and my breath caught in my throat.

Tears silently streamed down the boy's tan face. His golden-brown eyes were sparkling with worry, hurt, fear and...was that wanting? Aw man, what the hell did Perrie do to him...? I never liked that girl, she was just too shady. I could already imagine who she would've cheated him with. Poor Z. I tapped the screen faster, groaning as it loaded at snail pace, and then turned my eyes to my friend in the front seat and mouthed, "Are you okay?!"

Zayn bit his lip harshly, showing that he most obviously wasn't. Then he shook his head ever-so-slightly. I blinked harder. Zayn was never like this. He was always so strong, so confident, so...cocky, even. He tapped the screen on his phone once, then pointed to me. He wanted me to read the message. It must be private enough to have Paul, Liam or Niall not know. Lou was out of it, so he wouldn't have to worry about him. All the more reason why I was concerned.

Finally, my phone message loaded, and I pounced on it. The message I saw was long, and every single word broke my heart a little more.

Zaynie: Haz, after today in the studio, it looked like you knew something. And I know you're absolutely brilliant, so I've decided just to tell you. I've kept this in for so long, and it's killing me. I broke up with Perrie today, and it hurt so badly. She took it well - actually, better than I expected, which also hurt like hell. Then she admitted that she had been cheating on me the entire time, grabbed her stuff, and just left, smiling the whole time. But my heart had moved on as well, so it didn't hurt especially badly. It's because I've been deeply in love with someone from the first time I laid eyes on them, and I just couldn't bring myself to admit it. I'm so ashamed of myself right now. Everything Liam does is just...perfection. I just can't look away. Every time he touches me, it's like my skin's on fire. Whenever I try and picture my future life, it's only with him. And I know you'll probably think I'm disguisting, and Simon'll probably kick me out of the band, and Liam will never talk to me again, but this is eating me alive. I'm sorry Haz, I just had to tell someone. And I trust you. xx