Two Different Worlds - Punk Louis x Marcel -

F O U R T E E N

a/n :. i guess my smut was good idk. But I have an announcement. I know it may be sad, but this story is probably a little less than halfway over. Maybe like a little less than ten chapters left ... Ive really enjoyed writing this, and I already have ideas for new stories, and im really hoping you all will read them.. So yeah..

ENJOY...

Harrys POV yay --

A week after the proposal, I lay alone and bored in my room, staring at the ceiling. This was all real. All of it.

Louis proposing.

Engagement sex.

Us..

Not cutting for eight months.

I smiled at the last thought, proud of myself. Eight whole months.. My thoughts were roughly cut off by my mum shouting that Zayn was here.

I sat up, confused. Zayn? Why was he here? I mean, I know he doesnt hate me. He... likes me, but I had thought Louis wouldve told him to back off or something like that. He seemed like that kind of guy.

Sighing, I realized I had no time to even think as Zayn waltzed himself in. "Hey," he spoke with a smile, his hands in his jeans pockets.

"Hey, Zayn." I murmured, and I could tell it was barely audible to him. Then my mind went blank and I found myself staring at the poster on the wall behind Zayn.

I heard noises, but I couldn't understand them. It sounded like my name being called, but I ignored it when I felt tapping on my shoulder and arm.

"Stop.."

There was that voice again, from the beginning of the school year. It wasn't me.. It didn't sound like it, at least.

Zayns voice was clear now. "Did you hear what I said?"

I shook my head, laying back down against my soft pillow. My eyes met Zayns as if telling him it was alright if he sat down.

He nodded, and when he sat, the bed slightly dipped down until he was comfortable. Zayns voice was still slightly faded as he talked. He talked about how sorry he was for bullying me.

How he wished he could do it all over, or go back and never have been born at all.

But the part that stood out and was the loudest was when he told me what I hadn't thought about for awhile.

"Harry.. I.. I still have feelings for you."

I looked back up at him, my mouth slacking open. Had I heard correctly?

"What.. About.. About Mr. Payne?"

"He doesn't kno- wait.. How do you know about that?"

"Naquin let it slip to Louis, who told me."

(A/n oh Btw it's said Nay-Quinn. Quin like a girls name yknow)

Zayn nodded again, looking away. His eyes were locked on the carpet, concentrating hard on it.

"I'm sorry." I said after a few minutes.

"For what?" Zayn asked, confused as he looked back up, then his eyes weren't locked on the carpet.. They were locked on my hand.

I opened my mouth to say something but he cut me off.

"Who?" He growled, angry.

I looked away from him, blushing deeply. I didn't even have to say his name, Zayn already knew.

"I'm gonna beat his ass so hard." Zayn said, mainly to himself as he stood.

"Zayn, no!"

"I have to! I love you, Harry!"