A/N: Ready for a double date? :)
Zayn’s POV
“What are we watching?” Harry asks me.
I roll my eyes and ignore him.
“Come on Zayn. Quit being a prick.” he says.
Harry’s about to have his arse kicked.
“Excuse me? The last time I checked, you’re the fucking prick.” I reply, feeling my anger rise.
“And how am I a prick?” Harry asks.
“How are you not?”
“Zayn, you haven't said anything to me all day, so obviously something’s fucking bothering you. Are you going to tell me, or are you going to keep acting like a little bitch?”
“Get out, Styles.” I say, turning away and putting on a pair of dark jeans.
“Not until you tell me what crawled up your ass and died.” Harry says.
“Look. We’re leaving in about twenty minutes. Why don’t you go worry about something you can actually fix?”
“Yeah, maybe you’re right. No point in trying to help your friend when he’s a fucking asshole.” Harry remarks.
I turn around to face him, but he’s gone. I roll my eyes and try to figure out where he went. Eh, probably to go put a shirt on. I start walking down the stairs and into the guestroom. Just as I thought, the twat is putting on a shirt.
“What the hell is your problem?” I ask.
“Me? What the hell is my problem? Really Zayn? I’m the one with the problem?” he asks, laughing bitterly.
“Obviously.”
“No Zayn. I’m fine.” he says, shaking his head.
“Doesn’t look like it to me.”
“Well maybe you should just take my word for it, since you obviously don’t know shit.” he says.
“Ok, see, now you’re seriously starting to piss me off.”
“Glad to see the roles are finally reversed.”
What the hell is this kid talking about?
“You look confused.” he continues.
“I am. What have I done to piss you off?” I ask him, shutting the door and leaning against it.
“Never mind. Forget it.” he says.
I sigh and walk over to him. I push him to his bed and force him to sit on it. I sit next to him, but he refuses to look up at me. Damn, he’s really upset about something.
“Talk to me Harry.” I say.
It takes him a few minutes, but he finally sighs.
“I hate the way you treat me sometimes.” he says, causing me to frown.
“What do you mean?”
“You can be a total douche! Do you know how often I have to defend you?”
“Defend me how?”
“Okay. Maybe defend wasn’t the best word. So let me rephrase that. Do you know how many times I’ve been asked why I continue to be friends with you?”
“Why would anyone ask that?”
“Because to them, it doesn’t make sense! You snap at us, you ignore us half the time, you’re a whore—”
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