I love you. Fucking idiot.

11

The next morning Louis wakes up with the worst hangover of his life, he groans burying his face closer into the warmth. Well, that's until he feels a hand slowly rubbing up and down his back. He furrows his brows slowly blinking as he turns onto his side away from the warmth. His eyes widen slightly his brain all foggy from the night before making it difficult for him to remember how he even ended up in this situation.

He and Harry are both shirtless in his bed.

He quickly sits up instantly regretting that decision as his head starts spinning. "Fuck.."

He takes a deep breath running a hand down his face before looking at Harry. "Uh.." He clears his throat leaning over and grabbing one of the cans of Red Bull Harry bought him yesterday, what a lifesaver. He opens the can taking a little sip to help his dry throat licking his lips to wetten them taking a moment to try to get his words right.

"So um.. why are you in my bed? and why are we both shirtless?.."

"Don't you remember anything from last night? I had to carry you to bed then you begged me to stay and who am I to refuse to spend time with you?"

Louis shakes his head and grabs a packet of cigs lights one up taking a long drag. "No my mind is all foggy the last thing I remember is we had an argument over me doing drugs... What do you mean I begged you to stay?"

Harry sits up turning to look at him before explaining everything that happened last night from Louis going around declaring his love for everyone, to him hating everyone apart from Harry, to him starting a fight with someone for drinking the last of the vodka, then him at the end of the night ending up over the toilet throwing up crying only wanting harry.

Louis sits for a moment trying to process everything Harry just told him.

He only wanted Harry? That's bad.

That's very bad.

But as they say, drunk words are sober thoughts.

So does that mean he actually likes Harry... He hasn't thought about him in that way in years, yeah he will admit he used to crush on him when they were younger but he didn't understand it as he was only like 12 but now, now he understands.

He likes Harry.

He actually likes him.

But he could never admit that to anyone could he?

He shakes the thoughts away taking a long drag before speaking "Look, uh... I'm sorry alright? For everything that happened last night" he exhales slowly "Look let's just forget about it okay? I obviously wasn't thinking straight..."

Harry just nods silently climbing out of bed and putting his t-shirt on, he picks up his phone from the bedside table while slipping his shoes on before leaving.

--

Louis goes and sits on the balcony, he sighs deeply putting his feet up on the chair in front of him lighting up a cig taking a long drag. He leans back in the chair looking over at Zayn "What? You look like you have something to say so say it"

"We need to talk about Last night"

Louis groans "What about last night?"

"The way you confessed your love for Harry to me?"

"Can we just forget I said anything please" he sighs taking another drag of his cig

"No Lou, cmon you like him it's obvious so why don't you just admit it to yourself and get with him? I mean what's the problem?"

"The problem is... I don't know if I can trust him not to break my heart again... What if I tell him and he doesn't feel the same way? Or he leaves me again... Zayn I can't go through that again.."

"He won't do that Lou, he loves you too cmon it's obvious the way he is around you"

"Fine... But how do I tell him I'm not romantic like you or Liam " he sighs dramatically lighting another cig.

"Try to take him out for a meal and just talk to him and tell him how you feel"

"A meal? Were like? You know I don't eat any of that posh shit the only place I go to eat is McDonald's and I can't exactly confess my love to him in there now can I?" he raises an eyebrow.

Zayn chuckles shaking his head "You are a dork you know that right?"

"I'm not! Your supposed to be helping me not taking the piss out of me you twat"

"Alright alright.. How about you take him for a picnic then? That way you won't have to eat any of that posh shit as you call it"

"A picnic? What am I a child?"

"Lou I'm trying to help, picnics are romantic"

"How?" he looks at him confused.

Is this man okay? Picnics? Romantic? That's like what old people do fuck sake.

"Cmon I will help you get it all set up"

"Wait! What now? Like right now?"

"Yes now better soon rather than later" Zayn stands up pulling Louis up.

--

Louis stands watching Zayn hang up bloody fairy lights on trees. This man is so strange at times, how they've gone from vandalising school property to hanging up lights in a park. It's weird. Funny actually. "So what do I do with this?" he raises an eyebrow

"Place it on the floor you idiot what else do you do with a blanket and pillows?"

"Uh use it to sleep?"

Zayn shakes his head taking the blanket from him laying it down arranging the pillows and candles. "Now call him and tell him to meet you here, you did bring the food right?"

"Yeah it's in that basket I swear if Liam packed any strange food it's on you for this going wrong" Louis sits down calling Harry.

Zayn smiles messing his hair and walking away leaving them to it.

Louis sighs putting his phone down and lighting up a cig thinking about what he's actually going to say to Harry when he gets here. That's if he does turn up.