~*~ Harry ~*~
“What the fuck did you do to him?” Zayn roars, banging into Louis’ room, the door bouncing off the wall.
“Nothing. I didn’t do anything,” Harry tells him, feeling lost and confused as to why Louis ran out.
“Somehow I doubt that since he just took off. Where did he go?” Zayn demands through clenched teeth, fists forming at his sides.
“I don’t know. He just left. He didn’t even take his phone,” Harry tells him, indicating the phone sitting on the nightstand.
Zayn steps into Harry’s face and spits out, “I fucking told you not to hurt him. I begged you.”
“But…”
“He is everything. If I lose him again, I’ll fucking obliterate you,” Zayn hisses, turning away and hurriedly following Louis’ previous exit through the front door.
Harry falls to the floor in a crumpled heap, his legs no longer supporting him as uncontrollable sobs rip through his body. The pain of losing Louis a second time has him reeling. He isn’t sure he can do this again, and the worst part is, he doesn’t know what went wrong.
An hour passes, and neither Louis nor Zayn have returned to the flat. By the end of the second hour, Harry is pacing Louis’ room. It’s well into the third hour when he crawls up onto Louis’ bed and wraps the blanket around him, knees pulled to his chest in the fetal position. Clinging to the pillow, Harry inhales the scent he knows as Louis. Tears continue to stream over his cheeks as sleep pulls him under. When he hears the front door of the flat slam open, he startles awake and pushes himself off the bed. Walking out of Louis’ room, he’s met with a furious Zayn standing in the hallway.
“Why the fuck are you still here?” Zayn challenges, blocking Harry’s path.
“Did you find him?” Harry asks quietly, voice small and rough from tears and sleep.
“That’s not really your concern anymore,” Zayn snaps.
Harry’s temper surges and erupts from him, hot and fuming. “Like fuck it’s not! I don’t know why Louis left, but it wasn’t because I walked away. Open your goddamned eyes. I’m still here. I’m standing right fucking here. I haven’t left. I can’t. I won’t. Why can’t you see it? I know you’re in love with him, but fuck, so am I. I’m arse over tits in love with him, and there is nothing he can say that will ever change that.”
Zayn visibly deflates in front of him, defeat reflected in his eyes. “I couldn’t find him. I looked everywhere I could think of. He wasn’t in any of the usual places.”
Harry’s anger begins dissipating with Zayn’s soft words. “He has usual places? Are you saying that he’s done this before?” Harry questions as he tries to work through everything.
Zayn nods, leaning against the nearest wall with a sigh. “When Louis gets in his head about something, he runs. More often than not, he runs to me.”
“You mean he fucks you,” Harry clarifies as he slides down the wall to the floor.
Groaning, Zayn falls to the ground and sits next to Harry. “Yes, alright? Yes. He fucks me. He shoves his dick in me over and over until whatever is bothering him isn’t important anymore.”
