Happily (h.s)

Harry's P.O.V

I drove to the last persons house I expected to find myself in. Zayn's House. "Sick story mate.."

I put my feet up on his glass coffee table.

Zayn pulled out a joint. "Sounds like Hazza might need a buzz."

"I'm good right now, mate." Zayn took a puff of it himself. His house always had a smokey film from how much he smoked. A little bit of light was shinning through the window from where the blanket had started falling. Zayn was literally the stereotypical hippie.

"Zen. The only reason I came over here was to get some fucking advice. Are you gonna help me or not?"

He took one last strong puff before he set it down. He leaned back, crossed his arms and starred off into space like the words were written on the walls. "Well...maybe you need to confess."

"Confess?"

"Your love for her."

I nodded, "You really think that will help though?"

Zayn shot daggers at me. "Are you testing me?!"

I chuckled, "No its just-- she already obviously hates me."

Zayn rolled his head back and starred at the ceiling. "Hey, you gotta start somewhere. Every relationship revolves on trust, and communication." He held up his hand and showed off his wedding ring. "How do you think I kept Perrie?"

"I know you were trying to give me the answer, but I think the right answer is that you got out of this mess.."

He nodded. "Yeah I did. And boy it was hard. But I did it for love." He rolled his head over to me, "Harry, don't ever be afraid of love."

I rubbed my hands over my face. "But man I am scared. I've never felt this way before. And I definitely ruined her life."

He sat back up and picked up the joint. "You got her into this mess, you get her out."

"But how man?"

"You gotta do what you gotta do."

I mumbled, "Whatever you say big guy.."

"Now, I think you need to get your mind off things." He handed me the roll up. Just as I was about to take it, Liam bursts through the door out of breath. "Luke..he has Vels."