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

forty-five

Harry was mildly pissed.

"What was that? You didn't have to say anything, Harry! You didn't have to do anything but sit there and act like nothing ever happened!"

"You think I want to listen to that? I'm not going to act like nothing between you and her ever happened, because it did. It doesn't matter if there were feelings. You liked her enough to at least sleep with her multiple times, and you can't just turn the other cheek on that. She doesn't like me, Louis, in case you haven't noticed, just like how everyone else in that damn room hates me because of something I can't even help! I'm allowed to get jealous every once in a while."

Louis glared at him. "I didn't mean for you to say anything to her! Everything was great until she showed up!"

"Why did you even make me stay in there, then? I could've just as easily left and gone to talk to Liam and Zayn, and then this wouldn't even be happening."

"I thought she'd say something and then leave, and then we could go back to our conversation!"

"Didn't she say that you liked her at one point? When you weren't so popular?"

Louis glared and then looked away. "I'm not talking about this anymore."

When he started to walk off, Harry grabbed his hand and pulled him back. "No, say it. Tell me what everything was like before you were king of the school."

"It was freshman year, okay? She was popular and I wasn't and I thought I liked her, so I told her, and I pretty much got humiliated. Then everyone forgot about it and people started liking me and hanging out with me and I became whatever I am now. She decided that I was okay to sleep with only when I was popular, and I was too desperate to stand up for myself. Are you happy now?"

"Everything would be so much easier if you told me this stuff, Louis."

"I don't recall you telling me about your ex right away!"

"That was different! That actually hurt!"

"And you think this doesn't? God, you're unbelievable."

Harry bit his lip and looked away, trying to keep the tears out of his eyes. He wasn't going to cry over something like this.

"Whatever," he said, his voice breaking. "I'm leaving. Have a good rest of your party."

/ / / \ \ \

After everyone had left, Louis felt drained.

Whatever stupid fight he'd had with Harry had been bad enough, but then he'd gone back out to the rest of the group and stayed with them until late. There were cliché games of Truth-or-Dare, and lots of beer. Louis was an emotional mess.

The house was a real mess, though. He wasn't going to appreciate cleaning it up later. But that didn't matter.

He wandered around, surveying just how bad everything was, until he found himself in front of the small mountain of presents. In the front was Harry's box.

Louis gently picked it up and observed it, seeing the seemingly perfect wrapping and shiny blue paper. He took a deep breath and carried it up to his room.

He carefully tore off the wrapping paper, which revealed a box and a piece of paper.

Dear Lou,

I hope your eighteenth birthday is the best you could ever imagine. You mean everything to me, and I don't know if you really understand that sometimes.

We've been through a lot together. First, we hated each other (I think it's funny), and then came that party. That seems like forever ago, but I remember it almost perfectly.

Liam had asked me to go because he wanted backup if Zayn screwed anything up, because they weren't together yet. I was excited to see you because I had decided I liked you, and I wanted to talk to you.

And then I tried beer (it was very traumatic for me), and then you kissed me. I don't think I'll ever forget that. I want to always remember it.

And then we hated each other again. A while later, we got together, and it's been a rollercoaster ever since. I'm so lucky to have you.

So thank you, for allowing me to do all of this with you. I hope for many more birthdays with you.

(P.S. I picked the blue wrapping paper for your eyes.)

Yours,

Harry x.

By then, Louis had tears dripping from his eyes. Why did he react like that? Didn't he already know how much he needed Harry there with him? Hadn't he just come to terms with the fact that he kind of loved him?

Stupid, he said to himself. Then he opened the box underneath. Inside was a small picture frame with a picture of the four of them from some time that Louis didn't remember, and a necklace with a small blue and green-colored pendant.

"Wow," Louis said audibly, admiring the necklace. It was gorgeous, and Harry had obviously spent a lot of time picking it out. Louis put it on and smiled a little.

As he fell asleep, he came up with a plan.