Three of Them (Zourry)

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Zayn's pov

Louis woke up after awhile. He went out to change his clothes.

Harry was cute, he had this nice long curly hair, you might mistake it for a girl's hair. He pulled off the look though, his face looked good with it.

After a while Matt came in and handed our sandwiches over. We were in the middle of enjoying our food when the door popped open again. It was Louis. He had changed his shirt and pants, wearing a blue button up and dress pants. And of course, his white doctor coat.

"Hey guys!" He greeted cheerfully. He walked in and then sat on my bed.

"Zayn is that a sandwich I see?" He asked, questioning the obvious.

"No it's a piece of pizza." I said sarcastically. He rolled his eyes. But immediately the look in his eyes were changed, it was a look of concern, I thought.

"Dude, didn't I tell you you couldn't eat anything? It might suffocate you. Idiot!" He yelled at me. Ugh, seriously? He was okay with me smoking pot but not okay with eating a sandwich? What the hell is wrong with you Louis?

"Well, sorry. I thought that this was better than weed." I stated honestly. He looked at me and sighed.

"S' ok, just worried sorry, you'll be okay. Hopefully." I heard him said. Aw he was always so worried about me. I held his hand, and looked into his eyes.

"Hey, I'll be okay, I'll always be okay." I said reassuringly. He smiled.

"Yeah, I know. As long as you have me to fix up your pretty face, right?" He chuckled. I smiled.

"Yeah." I simply agreed.

Harry stared at us, if I didn't know he had a fiance, I would probably thought that he was jealous. Was he?

"How's Kendall?" He spoke out, and uh, no he wasn't. Apparently he was thinking about his fiance.

"It was PTSD, she'll be okay if nothing triggers her." Louis answered. Harry started to tear up.

"So I uh, I'll never be able to sa-" Harry couldn't keep his composure. Louis stood up and went over to him. He wrapped his arms around him.

"She'll go to a psychologist, or a therapist. She hopefully would be able to face her trauma. I don't know why those words were a trigger, but hopefully she'll get over it." Louis explained.

"Louis I feel horrible." He said, stating the obvious. Louis ran his hand down Harry's hair, slowly, carefully. Ugh, and now I'm the third wheel?

Calm your balls Zayn, Harry's fiance had PSTD or was it PSDT? Yeah, well, she had something like that, so Harry deserved to be hugged by Louis more than me. And I had a broken arm. Well, not like it's a big deal, but I wished Louis would hugged me too.

What? Am I jealous? I just fucked him less than 12 hours ago for god's sake.

And then Louis continued to muttered sweet nothings to Harry's ear. Ugh back off, Louis's mine, and you were engaged.

A few seconds later the two lads pulled apart. Louis asked me about my arm, ribs, and knee. Told him I got a lot better cause of last night's treatment. He blushed, so cute.

We talked and talked, until Louis said something I didn't like.

"I asked Charlotte on a date." He informed with a happy tone.

"Who?" I asked since the name was unfamiliar.

"This girl I met in the store I went with Harry yesterday. She kinda looks like me." He answered. So Harry and Louis went on a date? Ugh.