~*~ Harry ~*~
Zayn meets Harry’s eyes over Louis’ shoulder, and mouths silently, “I’ll talk to him.”
Harry tamps down the jealousy that’s rearing its ugly head and nods. When Louis and Zayn are out of sight, Harry falls into Niall’s arms. “He’s gone, Ni. He’s gone, and he isn’t coming back.”
Niall pushes Harry into his bedroom and away from the crowd that is beginning to gather in the hallway. “Sit down. I’m going to get your blanket, and I’ll be right back.”
Niall shoos everyone away and grabs the blanket from the floor, returning quickly to where Harry is curled into a ball on the bed. “He didn’t even give me a chance. He just left.”
Niall slips into the bed and wraps his arms around Harry. “Mate, the man that just left here is a broken, terrified mess. He loves you more than anything.”
“He has a real nice way of showing it,” Harry scoffs, swiping at his tears angrily.
Niall pulls back to look at Harry. “You giving up already?”
“Why not? He doesn’t want me,” Harry declares with a shrug.
“Funny. That’s exactly what he said about you.” Niall squeezes Harry tighter. “Let’s go to the bar tonight. I’m not going to be shadowing them because it’s going to be too busy. Give him a chance, Harry. If I’m wrong, we can dance and get drunk and show him what he’s missing.”
“It’s New Year’s Eve. You shouldn’t be stuck babysitting me,” Harry whispers.
“There’s no place I’d rather be,” Niall assures him.
~~*~~
Harry pulls on his black jeans and a white threadbare t shirt. His hand pauses over the white belt hanging on the hook. Should he risk it? Does he dare?
“Yes, Harry. Wear the white belt,” Niall confirms from behind him.
“Are you sure?” Harry glances over his shoulder at him. “If he’s done with me, isn’t it a bit mean?”
Niall reaches around him and snags the belt from the hook. “Wear the belt.”
“Alright.” Harry feeds the belt through the loops on his jeans and buckles it snugly around his waist. “I texted Gemma and asked her to come tonight. She said she should be there before midnight.”
“Good deal. Do you want to eat dinner before we go?” Niall suggests.
Harry frowns. He hasn’t eaten today since he threw up the bagel in the wee hours of the morning, but he isn’t sure now is the time to chance it. “No. I wouldn’t be able to keep it down anyway. Let’s just get this over with.”
Less than half an hour later when they walk in to Midnight Memories, Harry’s eyes immediately find Louis slipping out the side door. Nudging Niall, he says, “I’ll be right back.”
~*~ Louis ~*~
Louis pulls Zayn into his room and pushes him onto the bed. Immediately climbing on top of him, he straddles Zayn’s waist and grinds down. “I want to fuck.”
