Come Back (a Zerrie fanfiction)

Chapter 4: Morning Fight

Hey guys!! I'm so sorry for the slow update but OMG 35 READS 1 VOTE 1 COMMENT LIKE WHAT?!?!?!?! OMG I LOVE YOU GUYS OKAY I JUST...EMOTIONAL RIGHT NOW.

I'd like to dedicate this chapter to zerriezap for the comment. It LITERALLY made my day.. :)))

Anyway, here's Chapter 4. And like I said, this contains no ZERRIE at the moment. I'm letting those two take a break from all the drama, but SOME people will have drama, too.

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         Harry felt guilty.

      He felt guilty because Zayn asked him to stay, but here he was, standing outside Zayn's room feeling guilty like shit when he's supposed to be with the Muslim who's currently sleeping like an angel.

         The brunette sighs as he goes to the kitchen to cook breakfast for the lads. Pancakes seem okay.

        While he was cooking, er, flipping some pancakes expertly, he hears a chair move. Hmm, must be Niall or Liam.

         "What's cookin'?" Harry almost dropped the pancakes at the sound of that voice. It was none other than Louis. Awkward.

          "Pancakes," was Harry's feeble reply as he set their breakfast on some plates. When Harry set them on the table, Louis grabs a chair for himself. Together they ate in silence, only the clanking and cluttering of their forks and plates and glasses filled tried to cover up the silence.

        Harry was eating slowly, thinking of what to say. Nothing came in his very big brain, for his heart was dictating and ordering him to ask Louis what his bloody problem was because said member can't seem to stand being alone with Harry for an hour, a few minutes even!

        Harry lets out a deep sigh as he nervously gets his glass of water. When he puts it down, that's when he talks, "Louis?"

        The blue-eyed brunette looks up from his plate. "Yeah?"

       "We need to talk," Harry replied solemnly, setting his fork on his unfinished plate, staring at the lad on the other side of the table.

     "But we are talking," Louis says in mock innocence. Please. Harry knows Louis was trying to escape from whatever it was they were going to talk about.

     "No, I meant that we should talk about..." he trails off. How was he going to explain that Louis' behavior towards him has been unusual this past months? He can't just say, "Hey, Tomlinson. What's been crawling up your huge fucking ass and you're treating me like I'm some sort of stranger these past months?"

     The older lad's giving him a raised eyebrow right now, "About what?"

    "This..." he motions at the distance between him and the latter.

    If possible, Louis' eyebrow just went higher. "I don't get what you're trying to say, so you start first," was his only response.

     Harry sighs. Well, this is reality. He just hopes his emotions don't get the best of him.

   "Why haven't you been talking to me? Why haven't you been calling me or texting me a short message to notify me when you're away? Tell me, Louis. Why?" Oh God, he just told himself to calm down, yet here he was, firing so many questions.

     "For your answer to question number one," Louis begins calmly, "what do you call this now? Aren't we talking?" Ugh. Harry knew Louis was going to answer that question with that. The curly brunette resisted the urge to roll his eyes.