The Mutual opposition

Better than words

I used my notes to write this and there weren't italics so sorry if that annoys you. I'm too lazy to edit this. Enjoy! :)

Louis' POV

"By the end of this tour your going to like me" I tell her.
"Wow, someone sure has high expectations" she laughs obnoxiously. I admire how she doesn't fake a more feminine plastic-bitch-like laugh. I've heard that one many times.
"I think I know how I'm going to do this now" I say, looking down at the blank paper.
"You could've said that a good 15 minutes ago" she mumbles.
"Just be grateful" I tell her.
"Oh I'm grateful. Grateful I'm not in Lily's position. Or Roxy's. Zayn probably possessed her. She's never been that crazy about a boy"
I let out a laugh.
"Yeah, that's one way to look at it, love"
Or it could be the other way around.
She smiles halfheartedly.
"I'm just worried about Lily" she says genuinely, "She's really upset about her boyfriend"
Yeah, if she's anywhere near Harry then her friends should be worried.
"I'm sure she's alright. She's got a strong personality. I reckon she'll wear him out eventually" I say, trying real hard to have hope in my words.
"But then again, I'm used to the two of them leaving me for some boy. It's annoying at first, but I liked being with Luke and his friends" she starts, on a totally unrelated topic.
Oh hell no is she going to drag me onto the guilt trip again.
I'm very well aware that she can't trust me. Especially when the mention of those Aussies come up.
But unfortunately for her, this extravagant tour has other plans.
We have five days to finish the songs. And Harry and Zayn better get their asses moving because I'm way ahead of them.

Harry's POV

Lily's eyes widen as I pull away from her as quickly as I can. I knew what I did was wrong. And bastardlike and hell-worthy.
For the first fifteen seconds we just stare at each other. My head spins in confusion, cowardice, and extreme guilt.
Oh Harry, your in for it now.
You fucked shit up Harry.
She stares at me in disbelief, her soft blue eyes now hot like coals in the dim room. She looks like a paralyzed animal.
"Harry" she breathes.
I'm almost completely sure she's going to break into a rage, and try to hurt me. Instead, her reaction was extremely different from what I had expected.
She lets out silent sobs as she states at the ground, and tears role down her cheeks. She looks so innocent and hurt even for such a strong character like herself. I want to reach out and touch her. Help her. But I know she'd only push me away.
"I'm so sorry Lily" I say, lowering my voice because I'm sure Roxy and Zayn are in the other room.
She shakes her head.
"No" she says, controlling her voice from shaking, "It's not your fault"
"What?" I ask, completely thrown off and baffled.
"If only I had more time to spend with Luke I would. It's my fault. I haven't given him what he deserves"
I shake my head, and take her hand to help her up.
She nods her thanks.
"Lily" I tell her, "If he expects as much as you tell me he does from you, that's not right. If he truly loves you then he'll understand that it wasn't your choice you had to leave him. If he can't accept that then he's crazy"
I choose my words carefully, although the mention of her boyfriend leaves a bad taste in my mouth, I'm careful not to hurt her.
She looks up, her cheeks red from crying.
"Thank you Harry"
And with that she leaves, just as quickly as she came.

Zayn's POV

After Roxy leaves I trace back our conversation in my head.
---
"What time is it?" she asks, as we sit together on the mattress.
"Four fifty"
"Oh my god, I've gotta get back to Lily and Luna" she says, getting up.
"Why?" I ask, my voice coming out more of a whine than I wanted it to be.
"I've been gone for almost four hours! I feel like such a slut for staying here and making out with you" she trails off guiltily, "What should I do?"
I'm honestly glad she stayed longer to make out with me. God she's a good kisser.
I just hope I don't become a man-whore like Harry.
"Hey, its alright" I tell her, securing my arm around her waist and lower my voice to a whisper,"If it makes you feel alive"
She nods and laces her studded boots as quickly as she can.
"Bye Zayn. Thanks for everything" she says genuinely, before closing the door and leaving me alone.
---
I'm pulled out of my thoughts when the door swings open.
"Hey lad" Louis chirps, in a seemingly good mood. While Harry trudges in looking confused and guilty.
"What happened to you?" I ask him.
"I don't want to talk about it" he says.
I look over to Louis, expecting his best lad to know what's going on but he just gives me a shrug.
Harry walks out of the room.
"Aye, he's probably still sore Lily won't give into him" he chuckles before adding, "but that's nothing that you can't handle. Am I right Zayn?"
I roll my eyes.
"You can't say that Lou. All I did was get lucky"
I hear Harry snort from the other room,
"Yeah, that's what happened"