soulmate || larry stylinson *slow updates

t h r e e

I asked my mom which One Direction boy she preferred and her response was Zayn. I then told her Zayn was not apart of One Direction anymore and she replied with, "Exactly."

Netflix wouldn't treat me like this.

Note: They're still in eighth grade.

Is this really bad or.?

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He walks down the hall, with his book clutched against his chest, ignoring the presence of any other person. It's like any other day where he goes to get his lunch tray from the cafeteria -not forgetting to thank the lunch ladies of course - and makes his way to the bathroom stalls where he ate his lunch alone. Harry had nobody. Harry had Louis. But now, Louis has Ella and it seemed like Ella made Louis happy. He wonders if he ever made Louis that rapturous.

And every single day, Louis would cross his mind. Whether it was the blue sky that reminded Harry of Louis' eyes or the pictures he kept in his bedroom of them together. He was left with no explanation, but another heartache, and he wasn't so sure if he could handle any more loneliness.

"Hey! There you are." He looks around, unsure if the unknown voice was talking to him or not. Zayn laughs, gazing at the confused boy. There was something that made Zayn want to know more from the curly headed boy. Maybe it was the silence that Zayn received. He wanted to know what mute was about; what his story was about. "Where are you heading to?" Harry looks towards the bathrooms and Zayn frowns. No deserved to be treated in such a horrible way, especially a nice kid like Harry. Zayn knows he's a nice kid because Harry was the one to help the teacher out and satisfy any teacher with good grades.

As if Zayn reads Harry's mind, Zayn grabs Harry's arm and wraps it around his own, mumbling an "Oh no you're not." Zayn is as gentle as a feather and Harry can't help but feel comfortable next to Zayn's warm body. It's not long before Harry's arms fall against his sides and the warmth of Zayn's company is gone. He looks up and sees Zayn communicating with another boy, most likely another friend of his.

"Hi, I'm Troye." He hears a high pitched voice and turns to a bright smile. The thin - a bit pale too - boy waves at Harry in a friendly way. He almost seems flawless. His hair was something similar to Harry's, but much shorter; both had tameless curls. Troye actually pulled them off though, Harry thought to himself, which was something he'd do a lot. Compare himself to others. Harry gives Troye a half smile, half frown expression. "Do you speak?"

"No, Troye," Zayn sighs as if he explained the situation a million of times, rubbing his temple in annoyance. "That's why I call him mute. He hasn't even responded to me. All I get are nods." Harry gets embarrassed of the conversation that was currently occurring. He didn't like to spoken about, whether it was good or bad. He liked be behind the curtains rather than the main attraction - if that's one way to put it. -

"Maybe he doesn't like you."

Harry looks back at Zayn, then Troye and then repeats the steps over again. He finds the bickering quite amusing, so he proceeds to let them argue and watch. As he hears Zayn tell Troye to "shut up", his eyes fall on a certain group. There he was. Harry had almost forgotten how contagious his laugh was. He continues to watch as Louis brushes the falling hairs out of his face, giggling. Harry covers his mouth with one of his hands, preventing himself from exposing a grin on his face. He watches as the group of girls laugh at the comment Louis makes. He watches as Ella wraps her arms around Louis' slim waist. Nothing's really changed. He was still the same Louis Harry had met back when they were little, but these past days he's been thinking. Could he possibly have feelings for his best friend? Is that why he feels a pang of jealously whenever he notices Ella and Louis together? How would his mother react to this? Her only son coming out as a gay. Which was not wrong, however, it was rare in his family. His eyes never leave him, and he only wishes that Louis would make an effort to try to talk to him.

"Take a seat." Zayn pulls out a chair. Harry only nods, making his curls slightly bounce.

Troye screams and covers his mouth, practically tearing up as he gawks at his phone. "Luke Hemmings just tweeted." He then adds afterwards, "He's so daddy." Zayn chuckles at the expression left on Harry's face; one eyebrow arched and lips puckered in shock.

Troye was actually open about his sexuality. He was proud of who he was and didn't care about anyone else's irrelevant opinion. Troye had nothing to be remorseful of. All he cared about was his and Zayn's happiness. Him and Zayn had been through everything together and Zayn was actually the first person to find out Troye was gay, and quite frankly, he had no problem with it. As long as Troye was happy, however he did get a bit irritated when Troye would shove the whole "Daddy Hemmings" fantasy down his throat.

"Do you want to go play laser tag on Saturday?" Troye asks Zayn, still scrolling on his phone. "Wanna come along, mute?" He includes Harry and Harry can't help but look down and feel a bit pleased. He wasn't the one to get invited or go out on weekends. He bites his lip and rubs his forearm, making his decision.

"Don't be shy." Zayn says. "Are you busy Saturday?"

Harry nods "no".

"Then it's settled. We shall go out on Saturday to play laser tag and eat pizza shortly afterwards."

Troye exhales."I feel like the third wheel." He suddenly gets up from his seat and throws his backpack on. His thumbs type away at a fast paste, preventing him from making eye contact with the two others, due to be distracted from tweeting to Luke so much. Words could not explain how much of a fanboy he was. "Well, I got to Mr. Horan's class. Got detention again. He can't accept the fact that he is practically sex on legs and I mean, who doesn't have the urge to point that out? Catch you later." Both Zayn and Harry are left with a wink.

"You really do enjoy that book, uh?" Zayn points out to the book Harry has in his hands - practically shoved in his face. - Harry nods, his eyes never leaving the book. He wasn't trying to be rude, but it was just so interesting, too interesting to even put down. But it wasn't really the whole book itself that caught his attention, it was the meaning to how he received it; who he received from. Harry just couldn't afford to lose it. The book was all that he had left. "People are the prettiest when they find something they really love."

"This book is all I have left," Zayn's eyes widen and he is held back in shock from Harry's sudden response. "All that entertains me nowadays." His voice is somewhat deep, but still manages to crack in between words.

"Harry." He adds.

Zayn's eyebrows raise in confusion. "Harry what?"

Harry chuckles, covering his mouth. His dimples become visible and his eyes are shinier, almost like the hopeful eyes that Louis was once use to seeing. It seems like Harry really appreciated Zayn's company. It was rare, but Zayn's personality was just too lovely to be ignored. "No silly. My name is Harry."

"Harry." Zayn repeats, his accent makes Harry's name almost sound like "Arry." It wasn't what he expected at all, but the name Harry wasn't anything to be ashamed about, it was cute quite frankly. His name fit him perfectly.

"Cute name for an astounding boy."

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