Euphoria | Larry A.U

(xxi) - Here

"I'm sorry if I seem uninterested, or I'm not listening or I'm indifferent. Truly, I ain't got no business here, but since my friends are here I just came to kick it," ~ Alessia Cara - Here"

Liam - I - I can't," Harry starts off. His throat hurts from sobbing into the gross motel pillows and he swears he has a cold coming on too.

"But why though? Where are you even staying," God bless Liam's soul, but Harry really didn't want to talk about this.

"Liam - just - don't worry about that. Why can't I just stay with you?"

"It's complicated," Liam grumbles. Harry momentarily wonders what he means by that. But he shuts down his nosy side because that really isn't any of his business.

"Is it the mistress," there's only a hint of amusement in his voice but he's also curious. Is Liam still hiding this girl after all of this time.

"Ugh, you'll never let me live about that will you?"

That sentence gets Harry to reminisce on all the times Liam mentioned said mistress or just when he would take the piss out of him for it.

"Yes, my 'mistress'," Harry could almost hear Liam rolling his eyes over the phone.

"She's great and maybe - I don't know - maybe one day you'll meet her?" Liam isn't the shy type and Harry wonders why this girl is the one to flip a switch. He tries to think of any other time Liam said anything about her. Somewhere far off a ding sounds. If he was in a cartoon a lightbulb would've went off over his head.

Liam continues speaking but it's out of Harry's awestruck mouth before he can stop it "I love you, V."

The night at the karaoke bar while they were in a cab and Liam was in the front talking on the phone Harry heard that. He swears he did. The memory is fuzzy with the weed he smoked and the alcohol he drank that night. But he's so sure Liam said it.

"What?"

"Nothing,"

"Well okay, listen you're gonna have to stay with my friend Zayn unless you've got someone else because I don't."

The thing is, Harry would. He really fucking would. Zayn is probably the type to never be home and maybe he'd get to walk around naked and do yoga in the morning in front of a huge ass flat screen, and maybe Zayn has a pool or a theatre, that Harry could have to himself as Zayn travelled the globe and maybe he'd throw massive parties with all kinds of celebrities and you see, Harry would love to be a part of all of that but his pride just won't let him.

If Zayn tells Louis, Harry was given the boot by his flat mate and had to stay with him because he ran out of hotel money, Harry's ego would forever be bruised.

Harry can practically hear Louis sneer "If only you let me pay" and nope, that's not happening.

"Yeah no, but thank you anyway," Harry dismissed, tears long forgotten.

"I mean... Okay I wasn't going to bribe you or anything but this is for your wellbeing. This guy isn't like just any Zayn.... He's Zayn Malik," Liam proceeds on with a dramatic pause as though he's waiting for screams and confetti or whatever.

"Yeah I know," wasn't that already clear?

"Okay hold up... how?"

"I met him while I was in Pa-" the timing couldn't have been more spot on, there was an interruption and all Harry hears is a female voice whispering something and Liam replying and then there's shuffling. When the awkward pause stretches on for too long Harry decides it's time to hang up.