lumière

4.

The library was almost as empty as Manhattan on a rainy night. It was almost cliché-ly quiet, if it weren't for the fact that a certain someone, who I have no idea on how he became my friend in the first place, was singing loudly, and horribly.

"I WAS STUMBLING, LOOKING IN THE DARK WITH-"

"HARRY!"

He looked at me and gave me a cheesy grin that made me shoot him my most deadliest look.

"What, you don't enjoy my singing? It's from that band you like, those four direction blokes." He got up from sitting on the counter and gave his hips a little shake.

I shook my head. "One Direction, Harry, One Direction." He spun around and sang the words some more and turned back to me.

"Whatever, I only like this song of their, anyways. They're not my type."

I gave him a droll stare. "Really, now."

He smiled, dimples and all, and opened his mouth to say something but was interrupted by someone clearing their throat.

"Harry, you and I both know you'd ditch me for any of those four diretion weebs if the chance was given to you."

Zayn was holding a bag that marked Chipotle and was wearing his signature smirk that Harry fell for.

Harry gasped and held his chest. "I would never leave my knight in dull and broody armour for anyone."

Zayn glared at him. "I hate you."

In response, his boyfriend walked up to him and took the Chipotle bag from him and placed it on the counter. Then, he wrapped his arms around Zayn's neck and stuffed his face into his neck.

"I love you to, baby." And god, if that didn't make Zayn melt. His arms wrapped around Harry's waist and he stuffed his face into the man-baby's crazy, uncontained hair.

I stared at them until my nose started bleeding and couldn't take it anymore. "If you two don't stop, I'm going to have to pass out and die right here, right now."

They broke apart but Zayn slipped his hand into Harry's and gave me a grin. "You're just mad you don't have a deep, spiritual connection like us."

Harry hummed. "By spiritual, he means messed up with no chance of being at least, slightly normal ever again."

Zayn scwoled and Harry fluttered his eyelashes at him.

I cackled. "I'm not mad, atall, dull knight. In fact, I have a date who's even better than-"

I was interrupted by a squawk. "A date? You have a date?" Harry placed a hand on his forhead. "Zayn, honey, please tell me I'm not dying, tell me this is real."

"You're still insane, so yeah. This is as real as it'll ever be, unfortunately." Zayn reached into the Chipotle bag and pulled out his wrapped burrito.

Harry sqeauled then I watched as his already shining eyes lit up with realization. "It's him, isn't it?"

Zayn looked up at the tone of Harry's voice. "Who?", he said with his mouth full of burrito guts.

"Dont talk with your mouth full, sweets. You'll choke and die. But besides that, the who I am speaking of just so happens to be a cute blond with amazing blue eyes." Harry fanned himself and Zayn rolled his eyes.

"She sounds amazing, now will you shut-"

Harry interrupted him. "No, Zayn, No. Not she. He."

Zayn's eyes bugged comically and he swallowed the burrito guts before grinning like the Grinch on Christmas morning.

"You, Lewis TomHaverford Tomlinson, have a date, with a guy?"

It was my turn to roll my eyes. "How long have you known me Zayn? Two, fifteen years?"

Zayn smacked Harry's hand away from his burrito. "Yeah, yeah. You know what I mean, bro. It's been a while since you've played for the other team, yah know?"

I shrugged my shoulders. "I guess you're right." I took a sip of Harry' cup he left unattended. "I just never found someone who I was interested in since..."

Harry and Zayn looked up at me at the same time. I hated when that happened. They both give me sad eyes and pitiful expressions and I know it just shows how much they care, it still sucks to know that they think I haven't gotten over the fact that I lost someone important in my life.

There's no way I still cry over it at night when I'm all alone. Not a chance.

"Guys, stop. I won't break out into tears and scream my throat raw just because I mention Liam." And I wouldn't say it out loud but it still hurt to say his name without him in front of me. "But back to what I was saying, I just haven't liked a guy since Liam and Niall just ended that streak, I guess."

Harry gasped dramatically, and I realize now that dramatic is all he is. "So his name is Niall, huh?" He turned to Zayn who was staring at his half-eaten burrito with an upset expression his face. "What d'yah say, Z. Has our very French-named Louis found himself a very Irish-named man?"

Zayn smiled and looked up at me, the expression on his face gone. "Yeah, I guess." He furrowed his brows. "How is it that you know his name is Irish, you weirdo?"

He hit him in the chest and scoffed. "I just do, broody."

They started teasing eachother for five minutes straight before I sighed loudly and got up from my seat.

I love them, yeah, but good god are they giving me cavities by just watching them.

That and the fact that that was the first time I said Liam's name in front of them since his death.

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I feel like this was really short, but here it is. Thanks so much for reading and please vote and comment!!!