I Want to Believe In Me (AU Larry Stylinson and Ziall Horlik)

Chapter 7 x

Chapter Seven

[Harry’s POV]

We pulled up to the hotel and scurried out so the valet could take it to the garage.

“Zayn, when we get back, can you make lunch? I’m feeling a bit hungry,” Louis asked. I personally thought he was a bit demanding, but Zayn just smiled and nodded. I thought I was pretty weak, but Zayn seemed to be on a whole other level.

“Also, can you do my laundry? I hate the way all the foreign people do it when we travel. When you do it, I feel somewhat at home.”

“Of c-course Louis.” Zayn pushed the button and we waited for the elevator.

“And Zayn-” Louis began.

“Oh my god shut up you spoiled brat!”

I widened my eyes at the sudden outburst. Louis, Zayn, and I all looked at Niall.

“Excuse me?” Louis said. He didn’t seem to be mad, but then again he could just be hiding his emotions under a well painted façade.

“He’s your friend, not your slave. Stop being lazy and do something for yourself,” Niall stated. His face looked blank, but his voice was strained.

Louis let out as a laugh as we piled onto the elevator that had arrived shortly after Niall’s outburst.

“Last time I checked, you are the help. And if I’m correct, the help doesn’t get a say on how I do things,” Louis said in a snobbish tone.

Niall let out a slight growl. I placed my hand on his arm and gave him a reassuring look. I didn’t want Niall to do anything rash.

“See? Styles has the right idea! Keep your mouth shut and you won’t get sassed at,” Louis said cheekily. The elevator doors opened directly to Zayn and Louis’ suite. Louis flopped down on the couch the moment we got in and began to search through the channels.

Zayn on the other hand was staring at the floor and beckoned for us to follow him. We walked past the couch, with Niall giving him some fairly obscene gestures, and headed to what I assumed would be our room.

“H-here you go. You t-two will be staying here f-for the t-time being,” Zayn said softly.

“Thank you Zayn,” I said. I gave him a pat on the shoulder. He turned to leave until Niall spoke up.

“Zayn, go tell your friend to stop being a spoiled brat,” Niall seethed.

“Niall,” I said in a warning voice. I didn’t want any problems to arise while we were on this mission. I just wanted things to go smoothly.

“No, no, it’s fine Harry. Um, N-Niall, Louis is r-really a nice guy. I promise. Just give him a m-m-moment to warm up to you. He’ll get used to you. I p-promise,” Zayn said. He looked as though he was about to cry. I just wanted to give him a hug, but I took Niall’s warning into mind and began to twiddle with my fingers.

“Whatever.” Niall flopped onto the bed and reached for the remote for the TV.

“Um w-well I’ll be in the k-kitchen making lunch. I’ll c-come back and g-get you when it’s ready?” Zayn was asking instead of telling which made me a bit sad inside.

“Yeah sure,” Niall said nonchalantly.

With that Zayn pushed his glasses up his face and walked out of the room.

I sighed and sat on the edge of the other bed in the room.

“What’s wrong buddy?” Niall looked away from the television and redirected his focus onto me.