✓ bromance one shots ✎ major editing ✐

✎ your words, not mine ☞ zianourry ✪ harry centric

Warnings
☞ strong language
☞ five way relationship

THIRD PERSON'S POV

Being in a five-way relationship was never something easy to handle. Add that to the stress of being an iconic, world-wide band pressured by its many expectations; one person will undeservingly undertake the role of the stress reliever- negatively.

Harry was known for his big heart, and it was in his nature to put everyone else before himself, especially his boyfriends. When things became too much to handle, they would all somehow virtually agree to snap at Harry. The youngest of the five tried his best not to take things to heart because at the end of the day, four kisses were pressed to his lips and four pairs of arms were wrapped around him somehow, gently lulling him to sleep.

Yet, one can only take too much bending before finally breaking.

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HARRY STYLES REPORTEDLY DROVE KENDALL JENNER HOME . . . was it just an innocent ride ?

NICK GRIMSHAW LEFT THE CLUB LAST NIGHT WITH HARRY STYLES ON HIS ARMS . . . they are cute, we ship them.

Liam threw the magazine he once claimed to be filled with nothing but búllshít in front of Harry's face aggressively.

"Care to explain?" Liam stonily demanded a startled Harry.

"What's this?" Harry's eyes flickered across the front page.

"I don't know Harry. We can ask you the same question." Harry looked up confusedly at his four boyfriends, who all shared an impassive cold glare directed at him.

"I told you I drove Kendall home, and I also told you that I was sleeping over at Nick's that day." Harry still did not understand what had them so worked up.

"The pictures tell a different story." Zayn snarled.

"Your slútty self was not satisfied with four men, so you had to find yourself another one." Louis laughed mercilessly.

"And the womanizer Harry could not resist stepping up and offering a ride to Kendall; I could've sworn you were only gay, but a slút is a slút, regardless of the gender." Niall shook his head in disgust.

"How fúcking dare you?" Harry stood shakily to his feet, his eyes filling with disbelief and tears of betrayal. They have never went so far, never insulted him like that, and it wounded him and twisted painfully at his heart. He was at a loss for words.

"Why do you seem so surprised? I'm pretty sure it's a well-known fact now that you Harry Styles are a fúcking slút. We know it, the fans have been preaching it for years, and I'm pretty sure you know it yourself." Liam finished, managing to snap the virtual chord holding Harry's heart together in two. It took all of the wounded boy's willpower not to fall to the ground and sob incessantly. He never thought he would be put through immense emotional pain by the same people who reassured him time and time before that he was not a manwhore. He was left confused and so so hurt.

"I-I . . . I'll just go now . . . uhm, yeah. I'm sorry." Harry's voice cracked mid-sentence. He looked into their eyes one last time, hoping for a non-scarring glance, but he was met with cold, harsh and unfamiliar eyes staring back at him. He ran upstairs to his- their room a sob managing to escape his lips before he fully disappeared from the living room that held his boyfriends . . . can he even call them that anymore?