Earned It [zarry]

Chapter 19

Louis smiled as he walked back out to the living room with a bowl of chips and two cans of Pepsi. "Hi there. Starting without me I see?"

Zayn chuckled a bit and nods before turning back to the task at hand, "Figured I could get it lit up." He rolled the joint expertly and then picking it up, twirling it between his fingers before grabbing his lighter from his pocket. He leaned back in his chair as he stuck the joint between his lips, using his lighter to light the end, taking a deep, long drag.

He let the sticky substance settle in his lungs and fill up before slowly blowing it back out in the shape of a ring. He passed the spliff over to Louis who smirked and took an even deeper drag, his eyes tinting a small pink color as he let the smoke blow out through his nose.

Louis had came down to visit Zayn for a while. From all the Skype calls and text they've sent, Louis could tell that his best friend needed him. And besides, he really wants to meet this Harry asshole and give him a good slap. It's only the second day he's been down here in New York, and already he's convinced Zayn to go to a party and now get high with him.

They take more intakes of the joint and it's getting to the point where Louis' blowing smile rings that settle like halos over Zayn's head.

"Life..well what I think it means is.." Zayn says and then sneezes before continuing, "-life is like...the ability to feel so happy, you think your insides are going to explode. It's being so upset or so disappointed that you feel as if your stomach just dropped ten feet out of place. Or running so hard you can barely breathe. It's that feeling of panic when you know you've been caught doing something wrong. Or it can be opening your eyes in the morning and feeling them sting because you spent the whole night crying. It's letting people go because new ones will always come in. It's knowing that when you feel all these things, good or bad, you're not alone in it. It's realizing that there is always someone who finds you inspiring and beautiful and all the while, knowing that life doesn't have a purpose unless you let it." Zayn says and he's rolling another joint and he's pushing Louis' grabby hands away from it because he doesn't need Lou wasting his weed.

"How," says Louis. He's on the floor, wrapped up in blankets from Zayn's bed, shoes off and his feet stuck up in the air. He wiggles his toes. "How are you so fucked up and still the smartest person in the room?"

"It's hardly an achievement," he says, handing off the joint to Louis. "I'm always the smartest person in the room."

"Truth," says Lou. He pinches the joint between his lips and takes too deep a breath and coughs into a throw pillow. "Oh my God, I think my lungs are on fire."

"You're silly Lou," Zayn says taking the joint back and finishing it off as much as he could before putting it out. "My roommates going to be pissed off if he comes home tonight."

"Ah, fuck 'm! He can't control you bro," Louis says and he hugs a throw pillow to his chest. He looks at all the paintings that are leaned against the wall and smiles. "Oh yea' did'ya give your paintings to a gallery yet? All of theses look great."

"Nah, no one would take them. Like..I've been trying all types of different things, and no one will take 'em. It's fucking ridiculous."

Louis nods in agreement cause Zayn is a great artist, and he isn't being biased right now. He even thinks Zayn could be the generations next Leonardo da Vinci. Sitting up he looks around more and stops when he sees a painting of Harry. The man is sitting on the bed naked with only the covers covering up his lap. There are beautiful angel wings behind him with ruffled feathers. It's absolutely beautiful, and Louis doesn't know if he should yell at Zayn for torturing himself, or praise him for how great it looks. So he does neither. Instead he asks, "So are we ever going to talk about this Harry guy?"

"There's nothing to say.."

"Well I think there is."

"I think you're wrong." Zayn snaps back even though his words were still very slow and slightly rough.

Louis' eyes narrow and grips at the pillow tighter and furrows his eyebrows. "...where does he live?!"

"Lou! What the fuck man! That's crazy I'm not- Louis!" Zayn shrikes out once his best mates fingers were digging in his sides. "You're...fooking- haha- get da fuck off!" Zayn says between giggles as Louis continues to tickle him.

"Not until you tell me!"

Zayn just laugh not being able to control himself, and he tries get Louis off of him and even tries biting him a few times. Unfortunately nothing works and he ends up giving in, and telling Louis Harry's address. Louis gets off then and scrambles to get his skateboard and the spare key Zayn gave him along with his phone and wallet. "I'll be back! I'm gonna go beat a rich man's ass," Louis says in a singsong voice as he's speeding out the door. Ignoring Zayn's compliments and protests.

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Harry opens the door and frowns confused at the stranger. He's just about to shout for Liam, asking if his best mate invited anyone over, but gets cut off by a good smack to the face.

"That's for hurting Zayn you tall fuck! I know you're rich, but that doesn't mean you get to mess with my best friend! And...well hello there. Are you assholes friend?" Louis says as he sees another tall male walk by. "Cause I mean I'm just assuming you're not fucking each other cause you both look like tops." Louis says, and maybe while high wasn't a good time to confront his best friend's ex.

Shaking his head to clear it, Louis glares and holds a finger up when Harry tries to say something. "You listen here curly. You are a dick. You made a dick move by lying about your daughter, and you made an even dickier move by blowing up at Zayn like that! Do you know how long it took me to make him stop crying and talking about you? So like I said you are a dick. So I advise you to get your shit together cause no one in their right mind would actually not want to be with someone as awesome as Zayn. I know you want him back, and you know you want him back. But take this as your warning, hurt Zayn again and I'll kick your ass."

Harry is still rubbing his red cheek and he just nods numbly cause he was not expecting this at 12 in the morning.

Louis nods pleased with the answer and then looks to Liam who has an amused but pleased facial expression as well. "And you hot man, have asshat to send your number to Zayn's phone. I'll text you and you can take me out for coffee." The blue eyed lad says before he's was on his skateboard again. He slaps Harry one more time and points a warning finger at him, before he's riding down the streets.

And Harry listens as Louis shouts one last thing, "Call him tomorrow curly!"

A/N: this chapter was so much fun to write 😂😂😂