A/N Alright, here’s chapter 16. I hope you like it and I’m sorry it’s kinda short. I’ve got an early class tomorrow so I can’t be up too much later. Please vote, comment, fan, whatever. Enjoy! (: xx
Zayn’s POV
“Here’s the thing, Zayn,” Niall started but then he stopped and looked at Liam.
“Ok, so me and Niall have this…plan,” Liam trailed off. I yanked my arms out of their grip and crossed them over my chest. Sure I wanted to go have a serious talk with Harry. And by that I mean I was gonna probably yell and tell him to stay the fuck away from Liam, but maybe there’s a reason. A reason that won’t get me into a huge fight with one of my best mates.
“I’m listening,” I told them, and Niall looked like he was going to collapse from relief.
I listened carefully as Liam explained their plan to get Harry and Niall together. I wanted to scoff at the stupidity of it, but I was distracted when I realized that they’d actually been kissing and touching each other. They were already so close, always touching and hugging…what if Liam decides he actually wants to be with Niall?! I began to panic inside my head while maintaining a cool aloof expression on my face. Seriously, though. What if I lose Liam to Niall? The beginnings of ways to keep Liam and Niall apart began forming in my head when I was snapped out of it by Liam’s hand in front of my face.
“Uh, Zayn? Ya there mate?” I smacked his hand away and nodded. Liam looked at me unsurely before he continued.
“So, anyway, Harry saw the fake argument and thought it was real. I mean, that was the plan, but yeah he punched me. Only because he thought I deserved it though!” he added hurriedly at the look on my face. I mentally smacked myself because I scared Liam again. I mean, he looks cute all scared like that, but I don’t like that he’s scared of me while he’s defending the guy who gave him a black eye.
“Erm…so yeah…could you please…not tell Harry or…anyone…about this?” Niall asked me, sounding like he was begging but he wasn’t really. I sighed. It may be a stupid plan, but I guess it’s working pretty well. Lately Harry won’t shut up about Niall, and before all he did was awkwardly stare and dream about him.
“Fine. I won’t tell anyone. But if he finds out and gets pissed at you, I knew nothing about it, understand?” I glared at them until they nodded frantically.
“Good. And if he lays another finger on Liam, well, I’m not promising anything,” I finished before I walked away. The looks on their faces were honestly priceless. No I wasn’t actually going to hurt Harry. I would never do that, but they obviously didn’t know that, so maybe this will get them to tell him sooner. Or just give up the whole damn thing and pretend like it never happened. I smirked to myself as I headed into the school. Now all I have to do is find Harry.
I wasn’t even 20 feet from the doors when I saw him walking towards me quickly. I took one look at his face and knew something was wrong. He looked murderous, so I grabbed his arm and placed myself between him and the door. He tried to shake me off, but I held tight as he struggled.
“Harry, mate, what’s going on? You look like you wanna kill someone."
“Get the fuck off Zayn. I’m gonna go kill that bastard Liam,” he growled, refusing to meet my eyes. Man I nailed that look. Wait. Kill Liam? No. That’s not ok. I need him. I…
“Harry. You can’t kill Liam,” I told him. He glared at me.
“Yes I can. I don’t know what the fuck he did, but he and Niall had one hell of an argument this morning, and if I hadn’t stopped it…he was gonna hit him Zayn!” I raised my eyebrows at him, but he took no notice and kept ranting.
“So I punched the bastard, because he fucking deserved it, and I told him to stay the hell away from Niall. And you know what he’s doing right now? He’s fucking talking to him! He put his arm around his shoulders! He touched him, Zayn. I’m going to hurt him so badly he won’t even be able to breathe,” Harry growled out.
“Harry, no,” I told him again, and that’s when he rounded on me.
“What are you on Liam’s side now? Don’t think I didn’t see you three being all buddy buddy a minute ago,” he snarled at me. I frowned. Well shit. Think Zayn, think!
“Well of course, Harry. I was talking to Liam about tutoring. He and Niall seemed fine. They must have made up.” I shrugged like I didn’t care, but really I was praying with everything I had that he would believe me and calm down. Angry Harry is not rational. The last time I saw him this mad, he punched five holes through his bedroom door before he realized that his hand was broken.
He still looked pretty furious, and I thought I was going to have to tackle him to the ground, but after a minute, he frowned deeply.
“They made up?” Inside I did a happy dance. Outside I nodded confusedly at Harry.
“Well, yeah. It must not have been much of an argument because Liam came up and said he was sorry, and Niall apologized too, and then they were just fine,” I lied. He was too distracted to notice. His frowned had impossibly deepened, and his eyes looked suspiciously moist to me. Both of his hands were clenched in fists so tight his knuckles were white, and he was breathing deeply like he had just run a long distance or something.
“Uh, Harry? You ok there mate?” I asked him, placing a hand on his shoulder. I was so tempted to just tell him about the plan because it was clearly killing him when I had an even better idea.
“Hey Harry?” I asked again, still waiting for a response. Nothing. Fine then, don’t acknowledge my presence. That won’t keep me from talking to you.
“I have a plan to get you and Niall together,” I told him. At that his head snapped up and he looked at me, green eyes brimming with curiosity. So what if I can’t tell him about Liam and Niall’s plan? I never said I wouldn’t devise a plan of my own to help my best mate out. He was a great guy, and he liked Niall, so I’ll get Niall for him. And, if I happen to get Liam in the meantime, well, I won’t argue with that.
