Skirts and flirts (COMPLETED)

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However, Louis and Harry did not go on their first date that night. Instead, Louis called Harry and canceled on him, because of Zayn. He did invite him to come over, though and Harry agreed a tiny bit confused and disappointed.

''I am so sorry. So, so, so sorry.'' he blurted out, once he opened the door and Harry nodded a bit, his eyes searching for the raven haired boy, who was sobbing on the couch. Harry walked fast towards him, wrapping a hand around his shoulders, pulling him closer and Zayn clenched on the younger boy tighter.

''What happened, Z?'' he asked, Zayn's only replied a few incoherent words and more tears, sliding down his tanned cheeks.

''He won't tell me and I couldn't just leave him here. I'm sorry, Haz.'' he said but Harry shook his head.

''It's fine, of course, but Zayn, what's wrong?'' he asked, returning his attention to the man and placed a hand on his back, rubbing it smoothly.

''Perrie. S-she b-broke-'' Zayn chocked out, before another fit of sobs and Louis sat on the armchair opposite of them, trying to connect the pieces. Who was Perrie?

''Did Perrie break up with you?'' Harry asked, as if he asked a child, in such a gentle voice and Zayn gave him a weak nod.

''It's okay. I never really met her. Tell me what happened.'' he encouraged him, running a hand through his hair and Zayn seemed to calm down, collect himself. Louis was in complete awe. He's been here for more than two hours and Zayn couldn't even breathe properly because of the constant sobbing, but Harry was there for less than ten minutes and Zayn had already started collecting himself, wiping his cheeks in rush, angry movements, trying to steady his breathing.

''She said-'' he was cut off by frustrated sob once again, his cheeks still damp, his hair a mess, but stayed there, face on Harry's lap, his hair being soothed by the younger boy, who had a warm smile on his face, patient with the older, tan skinned man.

''She said, that s-she wa-wants to focus o-on the e-exams and we never really w-would have m-made it.'' he managed to explain, between breaths of air.

''Oh, I'm so sorry, Zayn. Maybe she wasn't the right one, hm?'' he suggested.

''No! She was perfect. You don't understand!'' he whined, lifting his head up a little, trying to get away from Harry for even suggesting it, but the younger boy continued playing with his hair softly and Zayn let out a small hum and settled back on the boy's lap.

Louis was utterly and completely mesmerized by the way his green-eyed (cancelled) date for the night handled the situation with such a soft and tender way, that left nothing to be desired.

''I know she might was perfect, but still, she might not have been the one. It's okay, Zayn. You'll move on.'' Harry said softly.

''You say that, because you have someone, who fucking likes you, and you are so freaking perfect!'' he yelled at Harry and the younger boy flinched a bit at his words and tone. Louis' eyes widened and was ready to take Harry from there, but Harry simply shook his head at him and another sob came out of Zayn's lips.

''I'm s-so sorry. You've been through so much m-more than me. I didn't m-mean it.'' he cried out.

''I know. Relax; it's fine.''

''No, I-. It's not. It's the worst thing I c-could have said.''

''It's okay. I understand that you are sad and angry and why I am here, is to cheer you up. We have two options. First one, we go to the massive party at the dorm rooms on the other side of the campus and probably get pissed drunk or stay here and shove our faces in shit foods and cry.'' Harry suggested.

''I need to get out of here.'' Zayn pushed himself from the couch and went to the bathroom to try to at least look presentable.

''Harry, baby, I- Thank you. And I'm sorry.'' Louis said, changing his position to next to Harry on the couch, who raised an eyebrow, confused.

''For what?''

''Zayn, my actions this morning. Honestly, I have so many things to apologize to you for, I've lost count.'' Louis said, taking Harry's hand in his and rubbed the back of it with his thumb. Harry stared at their joint hands, before he smiled, kindly.

''You have nothing to apologize for and Zayn is my friend.''

''I do. Harry- shit. I just- You are so kind and perfect and so fucking nice and I feel like I'm taking advantage of your kindness.'' Louis admitted and Harry let out a loud chuckle, throwing his head back.

''I'm sorry, did you say that you are taking advantage of my kindness? Louis, I literally did not do anything. You aren't taking advantage of me or my kindness.'' Harry laughed a bit.

''I have never met a more beautiful soul than yours.''

Well, that was quite unexpected on Harry's part. He was told he was kind and nice and he genuinely believed that he was a good person. At least, he tried to be. Something about being told that he was a beautiful soul by the person he's interested in. He felt his head light for a few seconds, the bottom of his tummy warm and he was quite certain his cheeks were tomato red.

''You're gonna start making me believe it, if you keep saying it.'' he mumbled and Louis let out a soft chuckle. He wrapped his arm around his small shoulders, bringing him closer and Harry smiled, burying his face in the crook of Louis' neck and wrapped his hands around the man's waist, sighing contently.

''You should. I really like you.'' Louis said and Harry smiled, tightening his grip around the elder's waist.

''I like you too, Lou.''

''Are you gonna fuck, or...?'' Zayn asked, wearing his leather jacket. His hair was perfect styled and he didn't even seem like crying. Harry was jealous of the ability of Zayn to look like a model after sobbing for two hours in just ten minutes. He could never.

''Shut up.'' Louis mumbled, letting go off Harry, who was blushing like mad.

''I was just saying. Jeez.'' he offered Harry his forearm, like they do in the movies, bowing a little and Harry giggled, looping it with his and Zayn turned his head, winking at Louis, who helped Harry putting his coat on, rolling his eyes.

Harry looped their arms again and smiled at Zayn.