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Chapter Four

yo everyone. I don't think I've updated this since July of last year. I suck.

I just whipped this up in 15 minutes. it sucks.

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"Just hold onto my arm, bud!"

That was exactly what Harry was doing, clinging onto Zayn for dear life.

Why did he agree to this?

Normal people may have jumped up at the idea of a party, but when Zayn asked Harry if he wanted to attend this "wild party that Ryan's-friend's-cousin's-boyfriend was throwing" it took him a good hour of pacing and weighing pro's and con's to decide that, sure, why not.

Now that choice seemed like a terrible idea as he choked on the smoke and disgusting smell of vomit and beer. But he would try to have fun, because he loved the proud look that Zayn would get in his eye whenever Harry pretended like he was having a good time.

They had made it to the back of the house, after what felt like a sticky eternity of pushing past sweaty bodies. It was less crowded, and people were standing around with bottles in hand and smiles on their faces. Maybe Harry just needed to get a beer into his hands, maybe it'd make him smile.

Zayn looked at him, with a smile that asked him if he was okay. Harry nodded and tentatively let go of Zayn's arm. Then, with a deep breath, he nodded again as if to tell Zayn that it was okay and that he was ready to take this on by himself.

After a few seconds of looking Harry up and down, then squeezing his arm, Zayn took off. After glancing back at Harry a few times he was gone, and Harry was alone.

Well, not alone. There were people everywhere. The room seemed to be overflowing with people. Harry leaned against the wall behind him and laced his fingers together. He could smell pizza.

He got offered a spliff a few times but he didn't even have to think about it. He'd once found Zayn's stash and after attempting to roll it at least three times he finally got it-- he'd rolled a really fat spliff, and he smoked it all on his own and then ate half of a cake. He came down from his high, and spent an hour throwing up all of the cake he'd binged on. Zayn found him passed out by the toilet when he got home from college.

Zayn hid his marijuana somewhere Harry couldn't find it and he didn't bring any more cakes home.

Time went by in a daze. He smile when people walked by, and said hello to people he recognized from the college or the cafe. He stayed leaning against that wall until he felt someone next to him, leaning against the wall so closely that their shoulders were touching.

He didn't want to look, because he didn't want to make eye contact with the person who was standing next to him and be caught in an awkward. he was hoping to stand there and not say anything, but the person who stood next to him tapped him on the shoulder and Harry reluctantly turned and looked at the person.

Harry shouldn't have been surprised. It was obvious that today, of all days, when he was trying to just remain calm, the one person who made his heart race would be standing right next to him.

It has been three days since he last saw Louis but the boy looked exactly the same. He was wearing a gray sweater and it was rolled up so he could see the tattoos he'd seen the other day. He still wanted so badly to touch them.

Louis smiled and Harry wanted smile back to but he was too nervous to do anything other than stare. Before Harry could say anything Louis was leaning in and Harry fell his heart stop in his chest.

Harry turned his head and felt Louis's lips by his ear. He tried to hold in a gasp as Louis's breath hit his ear. Harry felt shivers run through his body. Good shivers, not the cold shivers he could feel in his bones.

"Hey Harry," He murmured. "Wanna to get out of here?"