Perfect Mistake

Chapter 6

Niall's POV:

Louis pulled Harry away from me, leaving me to wonder what was going on. Although whatever Louis had to tell Harry seemed important, I was jealous that he had taken him from me. I watched the two of them talk and suddenly Harry ran out the door, ignoring me as I called his name. I turned back to see Louis walking over to the table, running a hand through his hair.

 "What happened? What did you say to him?" He sat down and sighed.

 "His ex... he moved here and is now going to the University."

"Oh.. Well why did he get so upset? It's just an ex." I said, not really finding a problem in the situation. Louis sighed again looked at me.

 "You see Harry dated him for 6 years..." Louis started but I interjected him, surprise latching onto me.

"Him?? Harry's...gay?" I asked, shocked by the news. Louis smacked himself in the forehead.

"Shit. I forgot he doesn't tell people he just met... Shit, he's going to kill me." I shook my head.

"No, no, I won't tell. I promise." I said, desperately wanting him to continue. I wanted to know why Harry was upset about the news he had just gotten. Louis looked at me skeptically but nodded.

"Alright." He took a deep breath, still seeming hesitant in telling me.  "Harry dated Liam for 6 years; since they were freshman in high school. Liam was Harry's first boyfriend, first everything for that matter." He paused and looked at me as if to make sure I was really listening. "Last year, during spring break, Harry had flown out to see Liam at his University, to surprise him and... and he caught him in bed with another guy." Louis shook his head, looking at the table, and ran his hand through his hair again. I felt anger start to build up inside me, my hands shaking. "Harry then came to my house and he was a wreck, completely heartbroken." Louis continued and I swear I felt my heart break right in two.

"How could someone do that... especially after 6 years? That's terrible." I asked. What was wrong with people?

"I have no idea. It takes a real heartless person to do something like that. Harry didn't deserve that, it broke his heart." I shook my head, more anger building up at the thought of Harry being hurt like that.

"I'm going to go check on him..." I said as I pushed my chair back and stood up.

 "Take care of him, ok?" Louis said, looking at me with pleading eyes. I nodded and headed back to the dorm room. I tried my hardest to walk back, but I ended up running, I guess my nerves getting the better of me.  I ran down the small hallway, squeezing past people and hurriedly fished through my pocket for my key as I got closer to the door. I pushed the door open, my heart pounding,  to find Harry hanging off the side of his bed, his arm over his eyes and tears streaming down the sides of his face. My heart hurt more and I felt tears sting my eyes.

 "Harry?" I said quietly and he shot up, quickly wiping his eyes. Without really thinking, I walked over to him and pulled him into a hug. He hugged me back tightly and put his forehead on my shoulder. I didn't think he'd react the way he did. I thought he'd be creeped out that some guy he just met was hugging him, but I guess not. 

"It's ok. You don't have to tell me what's wrong... But... I'm here, I've got you." I whispered in his ear and his grip around me tightened, mine doing the same. This was the best I could do right now... comfort him and hope he'd be ok.

***FRIDAY***

My bed was shaking and I could feel myself come slightly off the mattress. I opened my eyes in a panic to find a shirtless Harry jumping on the bed, droplets of water from his hair falling down onto my face.

"Come on sleepy head!" He sang and jumped off the bed, grabbing a shirt out of his dresser. I slowly got out of the bed and got dressed into sweats and a t-shirt, too tired and lazy to put any effort into my outfit. "Don't forget, party tonight." Harry said as he shoved his phone into his pocket. I nodded, grabbed my phone and key. We left our room and walked down the hall.

 "See you later." I said and we went separate ways.

 ***AFTER CLASSES***

 I opened the door and found Harry sleeping, smiling to myself at how cute he was. He was laying on his back, his arms above his head and his curls sticking out on the pillow, his mouth slightly open as small snores snuck out. Quietly, I walked over to my dresser and changed into a pair of skinny jeans and a light green t-shirt. After I changed, I sat on my bed with my back against the wall, facing Harry. My eyes began to droop and drowsiness soon sucked me in. The next thing I know, I'm being awakened by the sound of a vibration. Harry phone was lit up and was going off but he hadn't stirred. I got up and walked over to Harry's dresser, grabbing his phone. Without realizing what I was doing, I opened the message and read it.

'It's going to be 20 pounds for a bag. -Ty.' My eyes widened. What was this guy talking about? Drugs? I looked at Harry. Was he a drug dealer? He didn't seem like it... But hey, I didn't know he was gay either. He stirred and I quickly put his phone down, still questioning the message. I decided to nudge him fully awake since it was already 6.

"Harry." He rolled over and looked at me.

 "What?" His voice was filled with sleepiness and damn it was sexy.

 "Ready to go?" He looked at the clock and got out of bed, already dressed. He was wearing black skinny jeans that seem to be painted onto his legs and a grey tank top that cut low enough that I could see his chest tattoo. I felt a chill creep through me; I loved tattoos. Running his hand through his hair, trying to style it, he nodded.

"Let's go." We hopped into his car and drove down the street to one of the frat houses. "Just stick with me. You'll be fine." Harry said as he closed the trunk and walked over to me. We walked up the stairs and before we got to the door, someone opened it and greeted us in. The smell of booze and smoke hit me in the face and I found it both pleasant and unpleasant. I followed Harry to a cooler and he handed me a bottle of beer. "Stay over here. I'll be back in a few minutes." He said and disappeared into the sweaty crowd of bodies. I stood there alone, scanning the room until I felt a body collide into mine.

"Niall!" A voice said in my ear and I turned around to see a red-eyed  Louis.

"Hey."

 "What's up? Where's Harry? I know he's here... He never misses a party." He slurred, clearly a little drunk.

"He said he'd be right back." Suddenly, Louis' face grew serious and he sighed. Umm.. Okay?

"I'll be back" He said and walked away in the direction Harry went.

"Who the hell are you?" I turned around to see what was going on and I instantly froze, fear spreading through me. A guy with a black quiff and tattooed covered arms stood in the doorway. Our eyes met and he started walking towards me. I tried to get away, my body shaking, but his hand grabbed my wrist and yanked me back.

"You can't run from me again, you little prick. Thinking you can switch schools without me finding out." He smirked, gripping my wrist harder. I try to hold back my wince of pain.

 "Zayn... I'm sorry... But please let go, you're hurting me." I whimpered, glancing around me. Nobody was paying any attention to us, sending even more fear through me; Zayn was merciless when he was mad. Zayn only laughed quietly, tightening his grip.

 "Am I? Good." And then he slapped me across the face, causing my head to snap to the side and tears sting my eyes; but I wouldn't let them fall... not in front of him at least. Then suddenly, the tightness on my wrist vanished and I heard some people gasp.

"Back the FUCK off!!" A very angry Harry stood in front of me, fists clenching and unclenching and chest heaving.

 "What are you going to do about it?" Zayn said with a stupid smirk on his face as he rolled up his jacket sleeves and I could feel myself trembling. Harry said nothing; he just walked forward and punched Zayn square in the face.