Speak Now (Larry Stylinson)

Eleven Days

Zayn was surprised how easily Harry had agreed to go out drinking with him. Harry hadn't answered his calls or texts so he'd assumed Harry didn't want to speak to him let alone hang out with him.

When the raven boy went to pick up his friend he watched his friend closely searching for any major differences in his behaviour. One thing Zayn did notice was that every action Harry made had become so much more careless. Not in the sense of being free but more like he'd given up. Zayn could tell that by the way he walked, the way he shoved his hands in his pockets and the way he spoke. His head hung lower and he always seemed to be somewhere else in his mind. He didn’t seem grounded. Even though Harry always spoke in a quite deep voice, his voice seemed to have dropped some of its lightness, so had his face.

Harry didn’t seem to notice his band mate skeptically observing him for the whole time but he did catch Zayn staring once. Harry only gave a weirded out look before he headed into the club without another word. Zayn felt his face turn red as he followed on after him.

“Don’t sit on that seat,” Zayn blurted just as Harry was about to sit down.

Harry stopped with his butt in the air, his big eyes looking up at Zayn, “why not?”

“You see those white marks?” Zayn said pointing at the seat as he wrinkled his nose. “You will never what things people may have done on that seat.”

The curly haired boy looked down at his seat before standing up straight and scrunching his face up in disgust.

“Ew Zayn, that’s gross.”

“You’re welcome,” Zayn chimed as he followed Harry who had merged into the crowd.

Zayn wasn’t really in the mood for any dancing. He sat alone at a table with his drink watching as Harry danced with some petite blonde girl in a short sparkly silver dress. He towered over her but the two danced and chatted happily. It was surprising because Harry’s smile and laughter looked real. From the way he’d been acting Zayn assumed Harry wasn’t going to be out on the dance floor at all.

It was normal seeing Harry dance with a girl but over the few minutes that passed, they got closer and closer. Zayn couldn’t help but wonder what was going on Harry’s brain.

Wasn’t he supposed to sad and depressed?

What about Louis?

Zayn’s thoughts were cut off when he saw a largely build man approaching Harry and the girl he was dancing with.

He groaned and ran a hand over his face. He held his breath as he watched the bulky guy say something to Harry who stepped away from the girl with his hands raised in surrender.

Harry was tall but this guy was much more muscular with a dragon tattoo running down his arm. To Zayn he looked like he probably owned the place and could snap someone’s neck quite much too easily. Even though this dude was intimidating, Zayn wondered if his face was set in that same frowning angry expression. The blonde girl in the middle of the two men twirled her hair and stood there with a snobby pout completely ignoring what was happened. It looked like she was quite used to it.

Zayn was relieved when he saw that Harry had walked off the dance floor towards him.

“What was that about?” Zayn asked as Harry gave a deep sigh and slid into the seat opposite to his.

“Nothing,” Harry said with a casual shrug as he peered over at the girl who was now dancing with the other guy. “Just switching dance partners.”

Zayn watched with Harry as the guy ran his hands all over the girl’s small frame like he was marking his territory. He couldn’t help but shiver.