Ten Years [Zourry]

Tears

Harry was asleep by the time Louis got home, and was surprised to learn that Louis was still home when he got up the next morning.

"What're you doing here?" Harry asked as he shuffled into the kitchen.

"Needed a day off." Louis said, sipping his coffee.

He barely slept last night, too busy thinking about Zayn and what was going to happen next.

Harry nodded, walking over and looking through the fridge and cabinets.

Nothing was calling out to him this morning.

Harry looked back at Louis, noticing his phone was on the table next to Louis'.

Even though Harry deleted his conversation with Zayn and the pictures, he still felt a little paranoid.

"Why d'you have my phone out?" Harry decided to ask, hoping his punishment was over now.

"Why do you have your ass out?" Louis retorted, referring to the fact that Harry's snug black briefs didn't cover all of his ass.

His shapely, firm looking ass.

"What, I have to wear pants in the kitchen now?" Harry complained.

"Do you hear yourself? Harry I don't want to see your ass in the same room where I eat." Louis said.

"Bottom line." Louis added in case Harry felt like arguing.

Harry rolled his eyes, turning back to the cabinets.

He'd developed a taste for cereal, big surprise, so he stretched to reach a bowl from the top shelf.

Louis watched, his eyes falling to Harry's ass again.

He stared hard, feeling his cock twitch.

"Put some fucking clothes on next time." Louis said angrily, frustrated that he was distracted by Harry.

The perfect little body that Zayn liked so much.

Louis liked it too, but that wasn't the point.

He gathered his things, including Harry's phone, leaving to go to the living room.

"If I wear more clothes can I have my phone back?" Harry asked, putting the bowl down and following him.

"Why do you want it back so bad?" Louis asked.

"So I can text Niall." Harry partially lied.

"And Zayn, right?" Louis asked knowingly.

"No." Harry lied.

"I'm not stupid." Louis said.

"I don't even have Zayn's number in my phone." Harry said.

That was the truth.

"Sure. But it'll somehow end up in there again." Louis said.

"Okay, so? Texting is just texting. We're not seeing each other without you around." Harry said.

"I don't care. Leave it be Harry, I'm trying to think." Louis said.

"But I want-"

"I said leave it be!" Louis snapped.

"You're so unfair!" Harry yelled at him.

Louis whipped his head around and glared at him.

"I said I'm trying to fucking think, shut up and get out!" Louis yelled right back, quickly getting in his face.

He was tired of Harry's shit, it was too early for it.

Harry backed down immediately, honestly worried Louis would snap and start swinging.

He left the room, his heart pounding in his chest with fear.

Louis sighed, sitting on the couch.

He didn't want Zayn and Harry to start talking again and end up messing around.

Louis needed Zayn's full attention, now more than ever.

Harry would just get in the way of that.

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The next day after work, Louis called Zayn while he shuffled around the kitchen trying to decide on what to make for dinner.

"Hey Lou." Zayn answered.

"Hi. How are you?" Louis asked, feeling oddly nervous.

"I'm fine, just leaving the studio. I've got a new song developing, I think you'll like it."

"Oh, really? What's it about?" Louis asked.

"Spain."

"Oh, the beauty of it and all?"

"Kinda. What's up?"

"Well I was just...calling to talk about the other night." Louis said.

"Oh." Zayn said, his tone changing.

"Yeah, Louis look, um, I don't want to be in a relationship right now. Or anything serious, really. It's not that I don't find you attractive, you give great head, but...I just don't want commitment right now or anything like that. Last time I was in a relationship it was love, and it hurt so bad. I'm not into that anymore or anything that will lead to that. Plus you're my best friend, so if we broke up it would all be ruined. Do you understand?" Zayn asked.

Louis blinked a few times. "Uh, yeah. I-I understand."

"Good, great. So we're okay now and everything? I mean all you did was help me out with an embarrassing problem. Not much different than the time you had to sit on my lap when we took that train. Remember? To that museum? That day was insane." Zayn chuckled as he remembered.

"Yeah, crazy." Louis said, not too enthused.

He remembered blushing the whole way, and treating their museum visit like a date too.

In his head, of course.

"I'm glad that's settled. I was a little worried. Wanna get together for dinner?" Zayn asked.

"No." Louis said, hanging up.

He sat there for a moment, letting his emotions fight to see which one got to the surface first.

Louis knew which one it was when he felt tears in his eyes.

He wanted to be angry, but his body wouldn't let him.

Instead he put his head down on the table, letting his tears fall and trying not to be too loud.

He didn't want to feel like this.

This wasn't the first time shit with Zayn made him cry.

Louis wished he could get himself together, but the tears just wouldn't stop.

Harry, who had been standing in the doorway the whole time, took a step backwards and quietly left.

He felt so awful for Louis.

Harry had never seen him like that, even in the past.

Who had he been talking to?

Who could've made Louis cry like that?

Harry sighed, sitting on his bed and thinking.

He felt like such a dick because of how he'd been acting lately.

He felt extra bad for using Louis' phone to send Zayn nudes.

Harry knew he shouldn't have done that.

Now he felt even more guilty than before.

Louis obviously didn't need him acting like such a brat, and Harry decided that from now on he wasn't going to be such a problem anymore.

He wanted to help Louis, just as Louis had helped him in the past.

Harry wanted to make sure Louis never had to get stressed and yell again, no matter how hard it was.

He just wasn't sure where to start.