Louis walked up the stairs, knowing there were more important things than giving Liam a tongue lashing right now. All night, Louis and Harry had played therapist, dealing with their crying band mates, and that would definiatly Not be stopping any time soon.
Louis walked into the room He shared with Harry. The curly haired boy was sitting in the bed, obviously exhausted. It was kind of surreal that he could kiss Harry whenever he wanted now, and just to explore his boundaries, he did jist that, placing a soft kiss on Harry's lips.
"We have a long night ahead. Liam broke the poor lads heart," Louis explained briefly what had happened and Harry sighed.
"Nobody in this house can deal with their love and its going to kill us all." He muttered under his breath. Louis rubbed his back sympathetically.
"How's Zayn doing?" Louis asked, taking a seat next to Harry.
"He asked to be left alone. You know how he is about stuff like this. But I think he's gonna be alright. I'm pretty sure he has feelings for this Kendall girl." Harry explained.
"The mother of your child?" Louis clarified.
Harry nodded. "I think so. He definiatly doesn't know it, but I really do think so."
"Well if he's gonna be okay, We need to deal with Niall. Hes fragile." Louis reminded Harry, who nodded.
"I know what you are implying. That I need to do this one because you've never been great with words." Harry smiled and Louis stared down at the ground sheepishly.
"Well, yes, but only because I want what's best for Niall." Louis defended. Harry jist smiled.
"Alright. I'm gonna go see if I can't help out Niall. Don't fall asleep without me." Harry reminded him.
"I couldn't if I tried." Louis smiled at Harry, who reminded hinself just how lucky he was that Louis felt the same way he did. He walked to Nialls door, and attempted to turn the door handle, but found it locked. Frowning, he put his ear to the door. Rather than sobs, he heard soft voices. His eyebrows shot up as he turned to look in the room across the hall. Zayn wasn't in his room, Noah was all alone, sleeping on the bed. And Harry had his suspicions on where the raven haired boy had run off to.
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Zayn wasn't oblivious. He had heard Niall yelling just as much as Louis had. And he knew full well It was Niall. He had been in love with the lad for long enough that he recognized his voice without problem. And he knew, from the things Niall had been yelling, that there was trouble in paradise. He didn't know if his heart coyld handle seeing Niall again so soon after witnessing the scene downstairs, but he knew Niall needed someone to talk to. And just because Zayn had a broken heart didn't mean that he couldn't do his job in the band. He was the person you told everything too, the person who helped you work through your problems, and he wasn't about to let that change.
He knocked gently on Niall's door. There were still sobs coming from the inside, and when Zayn didn't get a response, he pushed it open gently. Closing the door behind him, Zayn walked over to Niall, taking a seat on the end of his bed. The Irish boy lookd up at him and didn't even try to wipe away his tears. Instead, he buried his head in Zayn's chest, needing the comfort. Zayn didn't say anything, just letting the boy he loved sob into his chest over another man. It broke his heart to see Niall like this, so broken. He knew that if he had been given a chance with Niall, he would have been so careful not to leave him like this. But he also knew that it wasn't Niall's fault that he would never get the chance. Niall couldn't control who he loved anymore than Zayn could control the fact that he loved Niall. So Niall wsn't the one at fault here. No, Liam was the one to blame.
