The Summer '09 (boy x boy)

(Chapter 8) - Him

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Niall

To say that I was only pissed was definitely an understatement. In truth, I was beyond furious. Zayn didn't have to act like such a god damn idiot about finding Harry. I mean, he could've just made it easy and just give me the address so that I could find the lad, but why did he have to be such a fucking cunt about it? I swear he's doing it on purpose!!

My nerves felt as cold as steel, my legs impenetrable. All I could think of in the back of my head was HarryHarryHarry over and over again. He told me not to care for him, not to love him, but just claiming such things reels me deeper into my own goal of finally calling him mine. But alas, fate simply was not on my side with his persistent refusals, and eagerness to find Louis; which I still sometimes think is oddly preposterous. 'Sizzling Bar' it says on the logo, and I immediately rushed in, looking around the place, and trying to eye wherever they both were. "Something we can help you with Hun?" a woman asked casually from behind me. "Uh, no, just looking for a friend." I assured her, as I tried exploring the bar. Half an hour passes there was no signs of either of them, and all I saw was women making out in different corners of the bar. Feeling really uncomfortable, with a faint flush on my skin, I stopped by the exit, and started tapping away on my phone.

'Zayn, where the bloody-hell are you guys?!? I'm at the Sizzling Bar like you instructed.'

'Huh?'

'What do you mean, huh? Sizzling Bar, isn't that the place you texted me?'

'Oh, we're actually at The Masquerade.. Didn't I tell you that?'

I was tempted to chuck my phone towards the ground, but I kept a firm grip on it knowing that it was the only way to contact them.

'Uh, no. You didn't.'

'Well I meant to.'

'But you didn't (you fucking cunt.) You gave me the address to a stupid lesbonic bar.'

'Ha!! I totally giggled. Just your luck, eh Ni? ;)'

'Just shut up, and gimme the bloody address. I'm not in the damn mood to play your childish little-games'

'You're no fun.' 

And the address came afterwards.

'This better not be the wrong address, or I swear I'll murder you.'

'Yeah, yeah. Whatever, just come here.' he says, and that was the end of that.

Another cab later, and was finally able to see 'The Masquerade' like Zayn had mentioned, and his familiar styled quiff stood out the moment I entered those doors. I frowned, huffing till I approached the two. "Finally, you took so long mate." he teases lightly.

I rolled my eyes, landing my gaze on the curly-headed boy who lay beautifully flat on his face, with his halo of chocolate brown curls in distraught, his back heaving up and down, and light snore escaping his lips. He murmured some incoherent words, and I smiled happily, tucking away a loose stray curl away from his face, and quickly approaching his side. Zayn raised an eyebrow.

"Where are you going now?" he asks, frowning. "We're going to our hotel room." I spat, grabbing an arm from Harry, and carefully hanging it on my shoulder. "M'going to get you to bed soon enough Haz." I crooned slightly, pecking his slightly flushed cheeks. As I lead the stumbling boy inside the cab, I felt footsteps echo just after mine, and suddenly, Zayn sat right by my side, completely ignoring my obvious glares of disdain. "Look, I want to help," he explained. "so stop being a grump, and just give the driver the address." I inwardly groaned, but did as I was told either way.