Girls? [xxxxxxx]

S E V E N T E E N

The unfinished 17th chapter. Please read the next XXXXX chapter ~

"WHAT THE F*CK DID YOU JUST DO? HOLY F*CK. WHAT THE F*CK, MOTHERF*CKER!"

"Drive! Drive drive drive drive! F*cking drive!"

Harry speeds down the street, disregarding every single little thing his mum told him not to do. He's also disregarding the law. He feels sick. He's going to throw up. Zayn's hair is on fire--he could be scared, both physically and emotionally. Louis' going to go to jail! Where should Harry drive to?

Harry's heart has never beat this fast before, not even when Louis and he were awaiting verdict at the police station or even when he approaches someone new at the salon. The salon, that's where Harry's going to hide Louis. Hopefully the girls won't mind and that Lux's sleep won't be interrupted.

"You need to calm down, babe," Louis laughs, looking like absolute sunshine.

He comes to a stop at a red light. He looks over at the person that miraculously makes him feel alive. "Why did you do that? Are you going to do that to me? To my hair?!? Do you know how long it took me to grow it to this length?"

"Are you an asshole, Harry?"

"No..." He hopes not.

"Then you get to keep your hair."

Harry feels oddly relieved at that. "Thank you."

"I appreciate you a lot and I would never, ever, do that to you," Louis says and then frowns, "At least I hope that I won't need to do that to you."

"What did he even do to you, Lou?"

Louis looks grim. "I'd rather not talk about it, thank you. I just hope, right now, that he's bald. His hair is the one thing that makes him attractive--"

"--and jaw line, eyes, complexion..."

"I'm not going to poke out his eyes, am I?!"

He clears out his throat, an odd smile on his face. He's beaming at Louis, despite being completely terrified at what this little man, this beautiful boy, is capable of. He almost thinks, I'd let him shave my hair off, but then he says, "You could of sabotaged his tanning cream."

"Honey, that tan is real," Louis laughs and then looks a little sad, because he's undoubtably lost a friend. Harry doesn't know how much of a good friend Zayn was, but from the times that he met him, Zayn seemed lovely, almost too perfect.

"Do you think he'll call the police?" He asks.

"Nah."

"There are other ways of getting revenge, you know. I think Zayn loved his hair."

"Don't think logically, practically or kindly, Styles."

Harry frowns. "I mean, if someone burnt my hair off I'd probably cry. I'm turn into a wee, little baby."

"Are you trying to make me feel bad?" Louis asks, glaring, "Because it's working, f*ck off."