In A Heartbeat - Larry Stylinson [complete]

Chapter 22

A.N.: As theres a lot of drama because of the documentary, making a lot of people upset, I decided to post this short chapter already, because the thing I like to do when Im upset is reading and trying to forget drama :)

It's short, shitty AND uneventful, buttt that means that the next one will be so much better! I promise.

I hope you wont be too much confused and Im sorry but Zerrie's relationship will be mainly offscene...

remember, if you ever get hate, feel like trash or are sad for no reason: Youre beautiful, amazing, and my inbox is always open!

Love you! (vote/comment/fan please)

(also im sorry for those who hate gaming, but I enjoy it occasionally) 

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"So, what's it gonna be? COD or FIFA?" Niall asked with the most serious facial expression ever, like the choice was a matter of life and dead.

"Call of Duty," Zayn stated, then added with a dramatic sigh, "I really need to kill some elektronic soldiers right now."

Harry watched him amused, "Why?" He shot back, chuckling, "Problems with your girlfriend? Want to release some tension?"

A snorting sound errupted, "I don't think I can even call her a girl /friend/ as she keeps avoiding me with no legit reason."

The playful banter of the two lads comforted Niall, making him smile softly while watching the scene, not participating anymore in the discussion.

The lack of interaction with his best friends those last weeks before, had made him feel some kind of homesickness -eventhough his real home was several hundreds of kilometres away- so he was more than ravished that the three of them had made up a couple of weeks ago.

Eventually Niall had confronted the other two about the abandoned state of their precious friendship the very day after his little chat with Liam. Zayn and Harry had felt very guilty for neglecting each other, especially Niall, so the three boys decided, after a sincere apoligize towards the blond boy, to have at least one 'lads night' every week.

This week they had planned a game night, meaning that Zayn had moved their playstation to Harry's dorm, as it was empty because Liam and Louis had plans of their own. Harry didn't even bother them anymore asking about it, knowing that he would only receive a vague answer (Although he had a feeling the vampires just went out to refill their bloodtank)

So they had sneaked a couple packet of crisps, a few cans of ice tea, beer and three packets of Maltesers, Zayn's favourites, into the room and, after chosing the right game, the 'lad's night' could finally take off.

Niall made quick work of putting the disc in the player as his curly haired friend threw him his controller.

Harry grabbed a hand of BBQ-flavoured crisps, stuffing them in his mouth before sweeping his greasy hand off at his trousers, not wanting to get the precious controller dirty.

"Wha do ya mean, she a'oiding ya?" He tried to speak in regards of Zayn's previous statement, as he munched on the salty snack, crumbs flying out of his mouth in between words.

"I don't know. Just from one moment to another, she started avoiding me. Looking for excuses 

to not hang out with me anymore and always giving me those weird looks. Like she knows something I don't, something that's making her freak out. Hell, the only time she spend more than ten minutes with me was three day ago, and tha-"