It's Complicated || Larry & Ziam [COMPLETED]

nine

"Fuck."

That was all Louis was thinking the next morning. He usually forgot about stuff that happened when he was drunk, but his mind decided to remember everything from last night. Fuck.

As he took medicine for his headache and got ready for school, he promised himself that he wouldn't even say anything to the nerd at all. Or say his name. Or think about him.

Louis did have that dream a couple nights ago, though. It truly was weird. The stupid fucking kiss was nothing like how it was at the party — well, the atmosphere was different. The nerd and his mouth felt the same.

"Hey, Tommo, we didn't see you much at the party last night. Anything happen? Any girls?"

"No. I don't want to talk about it."

Liam laughed. "Oh, no. Something embarrassing happened, didn't it?"

"Aren't you supposed to be hungover, like me?" Louis snapped.

"I didn't drink." I was too busy getting drunk from something else, he thought, subconsciously glancing to Zayn. It had been a good party. The thrill of the possibility of getting caught made the kissing so much better, for some reason.

"Who goes to a party and doesn't get drunk?" Louis asked, blocking off the side of his brain that was trying to think of somebody else. "That's stupid. Ugh, shit."

"A lot of people," Zayn answered. "Harry didn't. We didn't."

Louis rolled his eyes at the name. "Whatever. I don't care about him, anyway."

"I thought you were friends?" Liam asked in confusion.

"No. And we'll never be friends."

Liam sighed and glanced at Zayn, who shrugged. The possibility of having them all be friends was gone now.

/ / / \ \ \

"Nothing happened."

"Why does it feel like you're lying?"

Harry sighed. "I'm not. Just let it go, okay?"

"No," Liam said defiantly. "You and Lou were doing so well! He changed! What could have happened that changed that?"

"I said that it was nothing. Now please, if you care about either of us, don't mention it again."

"Whatever."

/ / / \ \ \

While he seemed stable, Harry was internally freaking out. He hadn't spoken to Louis all day, and Louis hadn't even spared him a glance. He was probably pissed and full of regret.

He was wiping off the counter at the bakery, trying and failing to take his mind and focus it on something else. The bakery was nothing chaotic enough to move his focus to something else.

And while Harry was terrified of when Louis would finally confront him, he also felt flutters from remembering it and knowing that when Louis did confront him, he wouldn't know what to feel. Harry felt the telltale signs of really, really liking someone and bit his lip when he realized it.

He turned around to wipe the other side of the counter at the exact moment he saw a certain blue-eyed boy walk in with an unreadable expression.

"Hi," Harry greeted with a grimace.

"Cut the crap. You weren't drunk, were you?"

Harry angrily bit the insides of his cheeks. "Don't tell me to cut the crap. I'm not the one who hasn't even looked at you all day."

"Were you drunk?" Louis repeated.

"If you were sober enough to remember what happened, you were obviously sober enough to remember whether or not I was drunk."

"I wasn't paying attention to you."

Harry laughed humorlessly. "Apparently you were."

"God fucking..." Louis swore in irritation. "You just don't get it."

"What don't I get? Don't you want to talk about it, like civilized people?"

"Get over yourself! I don't want to talk about it because it wasn't important! That stupid kiss meant nothing because I was wasted! I'm not gay. I don't like guys. At all. And even if I did, I definitely wouldn't like you. So get over yourself, because I'm never going to like you."

"But—"

"We're not talking about it because it never happened. Don't you dare tell Liam — do you hear me?"

"I hear you."

"Good." With another angry look, Louis turned on his heel and walked out of the bakery. Harry willed away the tears in his eyes, trying his best to wait until he was at home to cry like he wanted to so badly at the moment. Louis didn't like him, even a little, and he never would. It was stupid of Harry to get his hopes up because Louis would still be Louis in the end — straight and uncaring and never would Harry even slightly be able to waver him.

Harry was bad about getting his hopes up over things like that. Louis hadn't changed; he'd only put on an act in order to sway Harry's decision to give him a job. Louis would always be the boy who pushed him into lockers and knocked his books from his hands and called him things like nerd and loser. Harry shouldn't have let himself like Louis.

But that was obvious.

"Hey, H," a new, cheerful voice greeted him. For once in his life, Harry resented the cheer in Liam's voice and wanted to do nothing but sit and wallow in his own pity.

But still, Liam sat at the counter, with his smile and happiness from having a relationship that will most likely work out for him. Harry resented that and everything else. All he wanted was to go home.

"You okay?" Liam asked him in worry. "You look sad."

"I'm fine," Harry muttered.

"Does this have something to do with whatever happened at that party?"

"No."

"I thought you and Lou were friends."

Harry sighed. "We're obviously not, and the sooner everyone realizes that, the better. You look happy. What happened this time?"

"Nothing," Liam said uncertainly. He had actually had one of the best days ever — first he got good grades on a couple of his tests, and Zayn was being sweet and complimenting him all day, and then he even had the nerve to kiss him once. It had been great, but he wasn't going to tell Harry about it when he looked like he was going to burst into tears at any moment.

He'd never seen Harry like this. Usually the younger boy was happy and positive and kind. Now, he looked exhausted and like he'd never smile again. Liam longed to see the contagious smile of his friend again.

"I'm just worried about you," Liam told him, changing the subject completely after that.