the next day » week one
Harry was sitting in front of his laptop, hands in his hair and a combination of beer and tissues are by his side. Harry hates beer, but it doesn't matter to him anymore, everything tasted bland to him now.
"Harry..get yourself together man..please." Zayn begged for the third time.
"Go away.." Harry whimpered, hiding his face in his hand, "Leave me here to die."
"Stop talking like that."
Harry looked at the screen to see Zayn shed small amounts of tears, playing with something that Harry couldn't see. Zayn hates eye contact when he cries like this, he hates people watching him cry period.
"Why are you crying?" Harry mumbled, staring at Zayn even though he didn't like it.
"Same reason why you are." Zayn mumbled, shaking his head and sniffling.
Harry was starting to feel bad, Zayn was trying to help him out but he kept moping.
"Louis?" Harry sniffled. Even though he knew damn well this wasn't about Louis.
"I'm crying about you." Zayn said, looking up at Harry for once. Eyes are wet with small bags forming under them, slightly red, "You're giving up on yourself and you're only twenty three..you have so much to live for and when people try to help you just say fuck it and continue to hurt yourself..you're slowly dying and I.." Zayn chokes up and lays his head down on the table, "I hate seeing you like this.." Zayn's shoulder bounce up as he cries harder.
"Zayn.." Harry whispers, Zayn looked up to the screen with pursed lips, his body was slightly bouncing. Harry knew Zayn was pissed now, Zayn felt hurt and when Zayn feels hurt he's going to yell even when he doesn't try. Harry's going to get fussed at and he's just going to suck it up.
"Bye, Harry." Zayn sobbed, before Harry could say something else the chat cut off and he was left to only a black screen. The man shut his laptop down and turned away from it in his rolling chair with a soft sigh.
He turned on his phone and bit his lip to stop crying harder than he was. His screensaver was a picture of Louis on the couch reading, it was early in the morning and the sunlight hit the building just right. Louis' legs were crossed and his pinky rested over his mouth as his eyes looked droopy, his hair was all over the place, but those are one of the little things he admires most.
Harry snapped out of his thoughts almost forgetting what he was planning to do.
He needed someone to comfort him, even though he puts so much shit on him.
Luke.
He opened up his contacts list and pressed Luke's which was labed as tall blonde
The phone rung a few times before Luke answered with a soft groggy voice.
"Luke Hemmings, speaking." Luke mumbled, he must have fell asleep while studying again.
"Its Harry."
"Oh..you." Luke replied, maybe rolling his eyes. Harry knew he was still mad about the other day, with him calling Luke Louis' name yet again.
"Can you come over..please?" Harry sniffled, wiping his eye with his free hand.
Luke scoffed, "why? So you can use me for a good fuck again? Its not happening shit head."
Yep, Luke is furious. Luke isn't usually the one with vulgar language all in his vocab, but only when he's upset then there's an exception.
Even though he can't curse for shit.
