Drive [Narry/Ziall]

Chapter Eleven

[looottttsss of unnecessary cursing oops]

Niall and Zayn couldn't, and most likely wouldn't, say anything - for, in that moment, Louis just so happened to swoop in and take Harry into his arms. Niall couldn't have been more grateful.

"Sorry 'bout him," Louis muttered quickly, looking down at Harry's drowsy face and scowling. He looked up at Niall, who was cocking an eyebrow. Louis wondered why he hadn't fallen for Harry yet - sure, he had a boyfriend, but this was bloody Harry Styles for fuck's sake. "He's just...really stupid."

 "You don't say," Zayn muttered, rather harshly, and anyone could tell Niall was trying hard not to smirk at this. Still, Louis wasn't amused - the complete opposite, actually. He directed his scowl towards Zayn, ready to jump to Harry's defense. He always was. And Zayn just wasn't having any of it - his glare was even nastier. "The fuck are you looking at?"

"What's your issue?" Louis blurted before he could stop himself, ice running through his veins. His day had been shitty enough as it was, and it wasn't even noon yet. He wasn't about to let this boy make it worse. "All I'm trying to do is apologize - and I'd appreciate it if you weren't such a dick about it."

Niall was about to jump in, tell them to stop arguing, but Zayn beat him to the punch, "You don't need to apologize for that dumbshit flirting with my boyfriend. It's none of your business, so you may as well just get the hell out of here."

Louis gaped, "Excuse you?"

"Do you need a repeat? Thought what I said was pretty damn clear."

Louis twitched, and it was rather noticeable. He was pretty easy-going most of the time, but if someone irked him, he wasn't afraid to fight. He shifted his weight, debating what to do with Harry as he prepared to sock Zayn in the mouth.

He didn't need to think about it much, because Harry ended up getting to his feet by himself. He seemed fine now, despite the look of anger crossing his features. In reality, he didn't have much to be angry about, considering he was the one who started it. Zayn was getting tired of the both of them, Niall wanted them to just be nice to each other, while Louis and Harry were ready to fight if need be.

"Cool it," Harry rolled his eyes at Zayn, sick of the bad boy image he had set up for himself. "No one is scared of you, little girl. And if I want your boyfriend, I'll damn well have 'em."

Zayn clenched his teeth. He was starting to hate Harry more than he had hated anyone. "That's hardly your choice."

"Ohhh?" Harry drawled, a deadly smile pulling up at the corners of his mouth. He's played this game before, he knows all the tricks. And, most importantly, he always wins. "Sorry to inform you of this, but I always get what I want."

"Harry," Niall cut in, rather sternly. His glare didn't quite measure up to the others', but it was enough to make Harry's heart ache. "Enough."

That's what really started the younger boy up.

"What, your boyfriend can say whatever he damn well pleases but I can't?" Harry snorted, directing his glare towards the boy that made his stomach hot. To this, Niall inched back a slight, and Zayn's shoulders began to tense up. He was wringing his knuckles, ready to knock Harry's teeth down his throat. "Sorry, but that's pretty low."

"Oh, sod off you dumb bastard," Zayn snarled at him, and Harry's smile popped back up. He liked getting on this boy's nerves - and he would like it even more once he had Niall in bed. "You're the one who fucks everything that walks."

Harry shrugged, "Why devote yourself to one person? It's stupid."

"And you call me low?" Niall asked him, voice slightly shaky. He didn't get mad when people insulted him, he got upset. He didn't mind much what Harry thought about him, but that didn't mean it wasn't hurtful all the same. "You are so heartless."

"Oh, shut up," Harry rolled his eyes again. Zayn hoped that his eyes would end up popping out of his skull, especially now that he was turning on Niall. "Like it even matters to you. Unless you really do want me to bang you."

Niall grabbed at Zayn's pajama shirt, and bit down on his tongue. He didn't want to cry in front of Harry, but he was afraid that he would.

"Cut it out, would you?" Zayn snapped at Harry, grabbing Niall's hand and intertwining their fingers. He wasn't doing it with the intention of making Harry upset, he was just trying to comfort Niall, for he knew how the blonde got. "You're being quite the little snatch. Why don't you go whore yourself out to Louis? M'sure he'd enjoy it."

Louis, who had been silent until this point, flushed completely red. "Shut up. You don't know what you're talking about."

It was at this moment that the camper door swung open, and Josh stepped out - hair a tangled mess, shirtless and clad in tight boxers. Harry turned his head at the noise, and tried not to stare at the older lad's fit body.

"Good morning!" he shouted, oblivious to the tension in the air. He strutted over to the boys, seeing as they were the only ones awake, and grinned at them all. "What's up, buttercups?"

It didn't take long for him to realize that everyone seemed to be in a mood. Niall looked like he was going to cry as he clutched at Zayn's hand. Zayn looked like he would rip someone's throat out. Louis looked both humiliated and angry, while Harry looked all-around furious and frustrated. Josh wasn't sure who to be most afraid of.

"Whoa, what the hell did I walk in on?" he tried to joke, and Harry shot him a look that made him wish he hadn't. "Um...you guys all look like you could use a good, strong drink."

"I would love one," Harry finally said something positive, and all the others silently scoffed at him. Just to irk them even more, he grabbed Josh's hand. "Let's go to town, yeah?"

"Sounds great," Josh shrugged, seeing no danger in Harry's actions. "Let's go."

They made their way over to Harry's car, and Louis grunted. He glared over at Niall and Zayn. "You two are the worst thing that ever happened to this whole school. No one likes either one of you, you know. You'd be better off leaving."

Before Zayn could even snarl, Louis was storming off to search for Liam. As soon as he was gone, Niall burst into tears.

Zayn grabbed his boyfriend in a heartbeat, holding him to his chest as tightly as he could. He was used to Niall breaking down, as it happened ever so often when they were back in high school. It hadn't happened like this in a while now, and Zayn almost forgot how heartbreaking of a sight it was to have his love cry like this.

"Niall," he cooed, knowing that Niall loved it when he spoke like that. The blonde sniffled, and wrapped his arms around his boyfriend's waist. "Please don't cry, boo. I love you so much, yeah? Louis and Harry are just being stupid, and you know that."

"I thought Uni would be different," Niall cried, knees wobbling. He was sinking a little bit, but Zayn was there to keep him upright. Zayn would always be there for him. "This was supposed to be a fresh start, and everyone already hates me!"

"Hey, none of that," Zayn whispered to him. He knew that Niall had an issue with thinking that people didn't like him - it got to him more than it should have. "You know that's not true."

Niall looked up at the boy he loved, and suddenly, it was all okay.

{omfg i'm so sorry i haven't updated in forever}