"Zayn...I need you to come over." I spoke into the phone shakily.
"Why? Harry, it's late." He groaned groggily. I sighed. I shouldn't have woken him up. Not very boyfriend-like of me. Neither was cheating with both of yours' best friend.
I ran a hand through my hair. "Zayn...Its important. I fucking need you." I sighed, pacing the room. I could hear him shuffling over the phone.
"On my way." The call ended, and I sat on the couch, clutching a pillow to my chest. Fifteen or so minutes later, the door opened and Zayn appeared. He walked to me, sitting beside me. "What's wrong?"
"I cheated on you." I hid my face, crying into the pillow. He said nothing. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to - but he kissed me and I just really need you to forgive me. Please." I sobbed, finally looking up.
"Who?" He said quietly. I said nothing, but he punched a pillow. "GOD-DAMNIT HARRY, WHO." He yelled, standing up. I flinched, not answering. "Styles, tell me now, or we're through."
"Louis." I whispered. He had tears in his eyes as his voice cracked. "Who?" He repeated.
"Louis."
"Really? You had to go and kiss my best friend? It couldn't have been anyone else?" He cried out, turning away from me. I stood, grabbing his arm gently, but he pulled it away. "Don't fucking touch me." He snapped, before slamming out of the house.
I sunk to the couch, laying on my side. What the fuck, harry?
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Zayn POV
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"You kissed him." I growled, storming into his house. "Why did you do it?"
"No, why'd you do it Zayn?" Louis screamed at me. I smirked, despite the fact you could see I was previously crying. I felt no guilt for dating Harry what-so-ever. "YOU DON'T EVEN LIKE HIM." Louis emphasized, wiping his cheeks. I shrugged. I was gonna fuck with Louis for this.
"Despite what you may think, I actually didn't do this, ask him out, to spite you. Harry is actually really cool. I mean, at first....but now? I really like him. I love him. And he wants who? Oh right, me."
Louis stood up, knocking his chair backwards. I smiled up at him smugly. "Bullshit. I'm going to tell Harry. You do this every time, and I'm not going to let you this time."
"Every time?" I frowned, standing. "Look...its not my fault they always like me better."
"Admit it. You're using him." Louis snarled. I smirked.
"Will it make you feel any better?"
"Tell the truth Malik."
"No. I'm not using him. I genuinely like Harry. Which is why I'm going to forgive him. You- you little shit- I'm not. And you're going to have to put up with me and Harry. Together. Around you."
"I love him." He said quietly. I shrugged.
"Sounds like a personal problem."
He glanced up. "And once he sees how much he loves me, who's going to be left in the dark? You. All alone. What you deserve."
I chuckled. "Keep dreaming, Louis." Then he decided to tackle me.
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Harry POV
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Liam came over the next day, to pick me up for school. "So...what happened?" He finally asked. I buried my head in my hands.
"Louis saw me walking in the dark from Zayns house so he picked me up. We kissed, before I stopped it, and tried to get out, but then he brought me to his house. We ended up kissing more, and now we aren't friends, and i don't know what's happening with me and Zayn; he won't respond to my texts or calls."
"Well, shit." Liam sighed, parking the car. "I guess you'll see today." He replied as we climbed out of the car. He walked me inside, before I was tackled on my side in a hug. I turned to see Zayn, and I almost cried with relief when I realized it was him. But then he pulled back, and i caught a look at his face.
"Zayn- What the fuck happened?" I grabbed his face and kissed the bruises and small cuts. He smiled.
"Im okay. Stupid fight...the other lad looks worse." He boasted. I frowned.
"Who?" He didn't answer, and I pushed down my assumptions of who as I hugged him again.
"I'm so sorry." I murmered into his shoulder.
"Harry, baby, its okay. I love you. You...forgive the ones you love." He replied, kissing me. I smiled into it, before we heard someone say "Take the fucking show somewhere else. Youre making everyone sick." Zayn pushed me behind him gently, before he and Liam turned towards the short boy, blocking me from view of who it was.
I moved around them finally, and saw a very beat up and broken looking Louis. He didn't meet my eyes and he continued down the hall. "Louis-" i called, my voice cracking a bit. Zayn turned to me.
"Really? You're still calling out to him?" He asked in disbelief.
Liam touched his shoulder lightly. "Calm down lad. It was his best mate." He whispered.
"Did you do that?" I asked him quietly, tears building in my eyes. Zayn didn't answer, only hugged me. "Cmon, Harry."
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Okay full of drama lalala sorry it kinda sucks.
All the love, X
