Baby, look what you've done to me || L.S AU

XIV.

It's only fitting the song for this chapter be the 1975 - Robbers 💔 get ready for the storm 😏

"I knew it was you" Matty smiles big and waits for Harry to walk up to him. Harry tucks the poster in his back pocket strolling slowly towards Matty.
"I can't- it's you" Harry stutters for words, Matty chuckles and covers his mouth and Harry freezes remembering how endearing he thought that was.

"W-what are you doing he-" Matty laughs again only this time he shakes his head and closes in on Harry engulfing him in a hug.
"Always had a way with words" Harry stiffens against him but doesn't hugs him back. Matty noticing this releases him and clears his throat uncomfortable.

"You look good, so grown up" Matty comments, Harry's eyes dart to the floor unable to keep his stare on Matty. His cheeks flame and he tries to suppress a smile. "Your hair" he pauses "it's so long" Matty hands come up to comb through Harry's hair. Harry closes his eyes thinking how gentle his hands feel tangled in his hair, it takes him back to the many days he'd dream of this happening then he is harshly reminded how badly all of this ended. He shifts moving away from Matty's touch.

"Uh-I should get back" he scratches the back of his neck and makes a move to walk away.
"Do you want to hang out sometime? Catch up?" Matty asks, Harry even though with their past he can't help but wonder what happened to him all this time and where he was all this time so Harry slightly turns to look at him and nods slowly.
"Great" Harry turns and starts walking away.

"Harry?" He stops again and turns seeing Matty walk up to him with a spilling smile. He mumbles "idiot" under his breath playfully shaking his head at Harry.
"You didn't take my number" Harry stupidly smirks taking out his phone and handing it to Matty. He types his number in and hands the phone back to Harry.
"See you" Matty says and walks off leaving Harry standing in the halls frozen.
Back at the sky box Zayn is by the bar when Harry enters still dazed at his strange encounter earlier.

"Where have you been? Lulu scored again!" Zayn expresses when Harry makes his way next to him. Harry doesn't seem to recover from his daze frowning at his glass the bartender handed him, his thoughts still stuck on Matty and reminisce of their company together.

"What's wrong?" Zayn speaks up this time a bit louder fearing Harry hadn't heard him the first time.
"Oh, um it's n-nothing. I'm f-fine" Harry swirls his glass with the dark liquid trying to play it off as causal.

"Game's over we should probably go meet Lou at the gates" Perrie announces and drapes her arm in Zayn's. There really were a great couple, they tend to balance each other out and beside that the two of them being absolutely gorgeous, they were the definition of a happy couple. Zayn kisses her forehead and intwines his fingers in hers, she smiles into his chest and looks at Harry who is still fidgeting with the ice cube slowly melting in his glass. Zayn nudges him and he looks up knotting his eyebrows, when he sees everyone's eyes trained on him and shifts and let's out a strained laugh.

"Right of course" is his response as he makes his way out the room.
Zayn manages to pass Harry on their way to Louis, his footsteps becoming slower than the last. So many emotions rise and he couldn't help but let his mind wonder to the first boy he ever loved.

"Great game Lulu you were on fire!" Zayn wraps his older brother in his arms patting his back. Perrie dips and kisses Louis on the cheek, Harry stands lingering by the door, his hands in his pockets and his shoulders leaned against the frame. Louis even though there were so many people cramped in the small room, his eyes never left the spot by the door where his beautiful boy stood with the cutest frown on his face. He smiles brightly and makes his way over to him.

"Hi" Louis tells him reaching up on his tip toes to place a kiss on Harry's cheek. Harry flustered, snaps back to reality and the moment she sees Louis he smiles, dimples indenting deep in his cheeks. He removes his hands from his pockets and grips Louis on his lower back pulling him closer to his body. Louis lets out a small shriek, his own arms coming to hook behind Harry's neck.