Reticent (h.s fanfic, punk Harry)

Chapter 44

LOUIS'S POV

Harry quickly walked passed me reaching for the furry orange animal who had already digested the strawberry. His face sweating from the chase, and his eyebrows furrowed with worry and frustration, he looked over with a pleading look. "Do they get sick from strawberry?" He screamed. "Louis, search it up!" He clutched the animal close who clearly didn't enjoy the groping hug.

Beside me, Niall busied himself with McDonald's all-day breakfast. Cheeks almost about to burst with the egg and sausage, he spoke-almost barely. "Harry, the fur-ball's fine." And beside him Liam and Zayn were too busy locking lips and groping each other, pushing Niall towards me.

"Hey, quick suggestion, Harry," Calum looked up from his laptop, hair draped over his forehead like a mop laying flat on the surface of a freshly wet floor; sweat slowly falling reminding me of an early morning dew making it's way down a blade of grass. "Maybe advise the Aladin and Herc to slow down before they start fucking in here."

"Too late, they have got no control." Niall spoke before taking another bite of the sandwich. Liam was already tugging Zayn's shirt off.

"Liam! this isn't King Cobra, you can't just make a porno in here," I made the perfect shot to Zayn's crotch. A screech, and all of a sudden everything was PG 13 again. Zayn held his crotch, face as red as blood, and Liam shell shocked, lips swollen red from the make-out session. He looked one way, to Calum, then another glance landed on me. His brown chocolate eyes became small slits, his lip caught between his teeth, he spoke calmly as if nothing had happened. "Could have just asked us to stop."

"That was what I was doing, dumbass," His fingers typed fast, and his lips moved slow, Calum rolled his eyes. He avoided looking up, his fingers pounding over the keyboard, just as he'd pounded the keys of a piano that one night in the trailer. He lived right next door, a bit pompous for his surrounding, but nonetheless still one of my favourite people in this room.

While Calum continued typing on, trying to finish the last minute assignment we'd been handed in Friday, due Tuesday; tomorrow, Liam went on to look at his phone, already forgotten about Zayn who clutched his crotch with a sour look towards me. He'd given the same look to me after I'd made the broke back mountain joke that first day he confessed to Harry about his feelings about Liam, of course Harry had nothing to say, so what shocked. In other circumstances, Harry's mouth would go off, of course the pace of a snail; and that was one thing most didn't like about him; his talking. As a child he'd undergone some intensive life changing goals which happened to be focusing mainly on uplifting his mother, however, after a while he'd realized he didn't have much of the energy to boost hers, and slowly had nothing more to give her but his sultry voice, which she had adored. Talk slower, love, she'd tell him sometimes, her ears already bruised from the ringing she'd hear at night; a nasty side effect of the horrible cancer. So he talked slower for her, and somehow it stuck. Zayn has confessed to him so dearly and shyly about his crush, and Harry, slower than ever, softly spoke, Well, Zayn, you shouldn't knock it till you try it. That was somewhat his saying, or motto better yet.

Don't knock it till you try it. He'd said to everyone who was unsure of anything. Because really how would you, could you, decipher if you really liked something or not if you hadn't tried it. His motto had brought him here, sitting with all of us, and Ophelia almost sitting on his lap because she had called him one day to meet her somewhere to talk, and all he'd said was 'I can't knock it till I try it.'

The room went quiet, Harry already having checked about the strawberry on the internet, Calum rushing to a conclusion that probably sounded like a complete joke, Zayn had finally composed himself, now simply holding his hand limply over his crotch, Liam lighting a cigarette and laying his feet on Ophelia's lap and his head on Niall's shoulder.