Come Back (a Zerrie fanfiction)

Chapter 21: Awkward

The best word to describe today: Awkward.

Of course it was awkward. The minute Louis and Zayn stepped into the dining room and took their seats, all Harry did was glare at their movement as if everything they did were pissing the curly-haired off.

No one even talked during 'lunch', as Harry would call it (because they were 'late' so breakfast turned into lunch).

Harry was even the first to finish his meal. The curly brunette had kicked his chair back to the table and walked upstairs, and last thing the rest of the band knew, Harry's door slammed loudly throughout the household.

Next was Zayn, who left with a rather exhausted sigh and a blunt "I'm going out, don't look for me," as he headed his way towards the door, stepping out of their flat. Again.

Meanwhile, Louis was about to stand up and leave, when Niall suddenly said the three words Louis' been telling himself and didn't want to hear from anyone:

"Dude, you're fucked."

"I know." He had replied while smiling at the table sadly. Besides, it was completely all his fault that Harry's been acting broken, it was his fault Niall's treating him differently, it was his fault Liam has to guiltily look at him as if he knows how much he's going through, it's all his fault that Harry's pissed off at Zayn right now, when Harry's supposed to be pissed off with just him.

And when he was about to leave the table again, Niall spoke up, his blue eyes watching his every moment.

"Good luck on trying to fix it. You're gonna need it."

Louis was sort of taken aback because Hello, Niall James Horan just wished him good luck when he's supposed to be pissed off like yesterday, and then here he was talking to Louis?

Call Louis stupid, but he thought he was talking to a stranger instead of the Irish himself.

So after that, Louis stood up and left his table and this time Niall wasn't talking to him, but he had his head on Liam's shoulder and he looked so sad or something Louis couldn't really identify because he was headed to his room when he saw those two. Again.

And now here he was sitting alone in the kitchen, trying to make himself a cup of tea because he has been tossing and turning on his bed all night, trying to get some shut-eye, but nothing works.

Right now it's two in the morning according to his cell phone. He doesn't really know why he brought it with him really, but he's glad he did because it's pitch black in the living room behind him and he's too lazy to turn the lights on.

He continued spinning his spoon on his mug as he watched the smoke swirl in a daze.

This week's been a daze, too.

He stopped his spinning only to take a sip of his tea. He didn't wince at the heat like he does, he felt too numb to wince.

"You're going to burn your mouth if you continue drinking that..."

Louis' going to be honest, he almost spat his precious Yorkshire tea out of his mouth in complete surprise. Unfortunately for him, he swallowed it too fast, thus resulting him in coughing and wheezing and breathing deeply.

That was not who he thought it was.

"Chill, Lou. It's not like I'm a murderer or something," the same voice says and Louis hears footsteps going a tad bit louder with every step, meaning he was no doubt, taking a seat beside him.

Louis stared at his mug for a good minute, before summoning all the courage to look up. When he did, he met a pair of sparkling green eyes staring back at him.