Harry was watching Zayn sleep, listening specifically for his breathing rate. A drunk man sleeps deeply with slow even breaths. Once Zayn s body was ready to be sobered up, his breathing would become shallower and quicker, signalling that His sleep was not as deep or necessary. It by no means meant that Zayn would be sober, but it would mean that His body was ready to handle the process.
"How's he doing?" Louis asked, taking a seat on Zayn s desk and looking around the room. It was just as plain as the rest of the rooms in the house, and of simular size, but the space was less cramped with only one person's belongings scattered about. Certainly less cramped than Liam s room, where Niall had dragged in another bed so that he wouldn't be left sleeping on the couch.
"He's still sleeping. Though I think I'll be able to wake him up in about an hour." Harry smiled over at Louis, enjoying how calm and peaceful the situation was. Even with their friends romances weighing heavily on their minds, there was an almost palpable relief in the air, a certain calmness and comfortably that the boys rarely experienced these days. No Elenor to ruin the moment, no bitter comments to tear the boy apart. Just the calm togetherNess of every thing, and Zayn s deep breaths iminating softly from the bed.
"That's good. But what are we supposed to do in the meantime? I hate to break it to you, but watching him sleep is kind of creepy." Louis pointed out. Harry shrugged.
"I watch you sleep all the time." Harry said without thinking. He felt his eyes widened and mentally cursed himself, hoping against hope that Louis hadn't heard that.
But Louis had most certainly heard Harry's comment and raised his eyebrows at the younger lad. "You watch me sleep? I don't know whether to be creeped out or amused." In reality, Louis was niether. His heart was pounding quickly in his ears at the mere thought of Harry's eyes on his back as he slept. It was so endearing, so sweet, something Louis knew meant almost nothing to Harry. But rather than finding himself amused, or annoyed, or creeped out as Louis knew he should be, Louis found himself turned on. And with Harry in the room, that created quite the problem.
"I'm gonna go call Eleanor." Louis stated before Harry had a chance to respond. He rushed out of the room, hoping Harry wasn't watching him too closely. Of course, the curly headed boy wasn't. The second he heard Louis say he was going to go call Eleanor, tears came to his eyes. And with Zayn, the only one who knew of his troubles, passed out in front of him, there was nothing he could do But cry. So for several minutes, as Louis was taking care of his problem, Harry sat there and cried, thinking about Eleanor And how much Louis loves her. It hurt to think about, but Harry knew he had to face the truth. Louis wasn't, and never would be his. He managed to pull himself together, But only after his phone went off.
From: Liam
Is Zayn doing okay? I know Louis said you'd all be fine, but I'm worried.
Harry took a couple of deep breaths, wiping the tears from his eyes. It would be hard to explain to Louis why he had been crying if he were to come back in. Not that he would be any time soon. He had gone to call Eleanor, and those conversations invariably lasted longer than an hour. But it was always good to be prepared just in case. Once he had gathered his wits, Harry texted Liam back.
To: Liam
Zayn's fine, still sleeping. Louis' no help though, should've sent him with you.
Harry took a few more deep breaths, trying on a smile. He need ed to be his usual happy self when Louis came back. His phone went off again as he got another text from Liam.
From Liam:
If Zayn is sleeping, What is Louis supposed to be doing? And what is he doing instead?
Harry shook his head at himself for being so stupid when he wrote that text. Louis wasn't doing anything wrong. He was simply utilizing his time. It was Times like this that Harry was glad he was the youngest and could play up the being childish thing.
To Liam:
He won't entertain me! And he's talking to Eleanor. A valid excuse, but still.
Harry hoped his answer was good enough to keep Liam off his back. He didn't want anyone to get suspicious like Zayn. That hadn't ended well. Harry was pulled from his worrying by his phone buzzing again.
From Liam:
Niall says to tell you to go get him off the phone and demand he talk to you. Also to remind you that Eleanor isn't and never will be anything more than a beard to Louis. I don't know, he was going on about it earlier.
Harry smiled at the message. Niall had always been convinced that Eleanor was nothing more than a fake, and him and Zayn often got into big arguments about the validity of their realationship. It was amusing to watch, even if the thought of their realationship made arrays stomach turn.
To Liam:
Tell Niall that beard or not, Louis wanted to talk to Eleanor And I need to respect that.
Harry was proud of his response, though it was more to himself than to Liam.
From Liam:
I don't care what Louis claims to want, go get your boyfriend off the phone with that bitch and demand he talk to you!
From Liam:
Sorry, Niall took my phone. Just do what you think is best okay?
Harry was amused by Nialls message, But he vould tell he was being dismissed in Liam s. So he sent a farewell to the happy (in Nialls dreams) couple.
To Liam:
I may jist take the Irishmans advice. Have fun on your date!
Harry smiles at how he had cleverly inserted the word date into his text. Just a little hint at what Niall wanted.
From Liam:
Careful you don't make Louis mad. And it isn't a date.
Harry shook his head at the denial, hoping Niall wasn't reading Over Liam s shoulder. He decided to give the Irishman a treat so he wouldn't get so upset.
To Liam:
But you wish it was.
A text back from Liam came almost instantly.
From Liam:
Go get your boyfriend off the phone and stop implying that I'm the gay One.
Harry shook his head at Liam s message. Of course Liam was gay. He liked Zayn, that much was obvious. But Harry knew that would be a tough argument to have, because not only was there much more proof in Liam s favor, but he would have to admit to having been watching Liam and Zayn talk that night, which might be considered an invasion of their privacy. It would be best to simply avoid conversations about some ones sexuality, simply so he could avoid lying. He had never been the greatest at lying, though he had managed to lie convincingly Avery day for the last 4 year's.
"What's up Harry?" Louis came back in the room, retaking his place n the desk.
Harry shrugged, not wanting to tell him of his and Liam s conversation. So he simply gestures to Zayn, who was still asleep on the bed, though his breathing had shallower considerably.
"I think we can try to sober him up now." He decided. Louis nodded, and they began the audorous process.
