"Aw, Zayny!”
Harry scoffed and rolled his eyes at the sight in front of him. Sitting on the couch directly in front of him in his living room were two of his best mates-one of which he was secretly in love with. Louis snuggled deeply into Zayn’s chest and giggled at something silly on the television that was currently playing children’s cartoons. “Louis, we have to leave in a bit…if we wanna make it to your mums on time.” Louis ‘ssshed’ Harry and continued to cuddle unashamedly with Zayn, all the while watching to make sure the fire stayed in his best friend’s eyes. Louis was doing this on purpose, but Harry didn’t know that. Harry didn’t know a lot of things.
The burning in his stomach was just starting to settle down when Louis leaned up and pecked Zayn softly on the cheek. “Alright. I’ll just leave you to lovebirds to it then. Zayn. Louis.” Harry nearly shouted, glaring harshly at Louis before standing up quickly and rushing to his bedroom.
“Lou…I think we took it too far this time, mate.” Louis sighed. Using Zayn to make Harry jealous was a little harsh. “I’ll talk to him.” Louis unraveled himself from Zayn’s loose grip and walked down the hall to Harry’s room.
“Hazza?” The only reply he got was the muffled sobs coming from the other side of the door that separated him from comforting the broken boy inside. “Oh, Hazza, what’s wrong?” he asked pushing open the door.
“Don’t you fucking get it, Louis?!” Louis raised an eyebrow and his lips parted just a bit as if he was about to speak.
“I’m in love with you and seeing you and Zayn like that…it killed me.” The younger boy buried his face into the pillow he was squeezing until he felt a small hand wrap around his shoulder.
“Don’t you get it, Haz?” Louis smiled. “I’m in love with you too.”
