This person sent me a link to a bottom harry one shot and BITCH
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(if someone gets the joke ill post a triple update tomorrow/or later today)
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Louis wakes up, his head buzzing with pain, his heart not far from it. A different type of pain, though.
Louis sits up, rubbing his eyes. He examines the bed, only to find he's alone. "Zayn?" He mumbles, then perks up a bit when he hears Zayn singing in the other room. Zayn as always been quite the singer, in Louis's opinion. He wishes Zayn would try to make a career out of it.
He gets up, quickly throwing on one of Zayn's shirts, yawning as he shuffles into the kitchen, where Zayn is making some eggs, bacon and toast.
"Good morning." Zayn says, smiling over at Louis when the boy hops on the counter and starts to swing his legs.
"G'morning." He mutters, leaning back and closing his eyes, nose fluttering a bit at the smell of Zayn's cooking, "That smells good." He compliments.
Soon, Zayn and Louis are seated in the livingroom of Zayn's apartment, "Louis." Zayn breaks the silence, watching Louis munch down on the food he has just made.
"Hm?"
"We never got to talk last night." He says, "I just wanted to explain myself."
Louis nods, taking a bite out of his egg sandwich, moaning a bit at the taste of it.
"The morning I forced myself on you I was high as fuck." He says, shaking his head, "And when I get high I get horny." He breathes, shrugging, "Then I saw you, standing there all beautiful and gorgeous like you always are." he explains, Louis blushes as he continues to eat.
Zayn continues, looking over at Louis, "And not to be crude or anything, but your ass looked really good in those jeans."
Louis shrugs, "It always looks great." He jokes, making Zayn roll his eyes.
"And I thought at first you just were shying away, then I realized you were actually not into it and my pride was hurt, so I said some things that I shouldn't have." He says, "You didn't deserve that. I know it's a shitty excuse but I just wanted you to know that you are anything but the things I said."
"Why can't Harry be more like you?" Louis mumbles, putting his plate on the table next to Zayn's.
"Harry's an asshole, Lou." Zayn says, relief washing over him at the fact Louis seemed to be okay with it.
"I know." He says, "I just- I thought maybe I could change him." He mutters, "But It wasn't enough, I'm not enough-h."
Zayn wraps an arm around Louis and shakes his head, pulling the boy to his chest. Suddenly, Louis moves to straddle him, connecting their lips.
Zayn kisses back, moving to place his hands on Louis's love handles, not wanting to grab his bum in fear that it would make Louis uncomfortable.
Louis pulls away, looking at Zayn with lustful blue eyes before moving to kiss at Zayns neck, making his way down until he is on his knees in front of Zayn's semi.
"Louis." Zayn warns, biting a moan back when Louis starts to palm him. Zayn groans, gently grinding his hips into Louis's hand. Louis takes a second leap and starts to mouth at the shape of Zayn through his boxers, his dainty hands on Zayn's thighs.
"Louis- No." He says, moving to lift Louis's face with his hand, shaking his head, "You aren't thinking correctly." He says, pulling Louis up to where he is standing in front of Zayn.
"But-t you are being so nice and you called me beautiful." He says, cheeks flushing at the feeling of rejection; Did Zayn not find him attractive etheir?
"That doesn't mean you have to do this for me, Louis." Zayn says, pulling the boy into his lap, "I tell you that you are all of these things because you deserve it, not because I want you to give yourself to me."
Louis just bits his lip, nodding. Despite the words that have come out of Zayn's mouth he still leans down to kiss him. He smiles when Zayn kisses him back.
* "You did what?" Liam snaps through the phone, already angry that Harry had even called him in the first place. He wanted nothing to do with Harry, or also known as the guy that Louis chose over him.
"Look, I know." Harry says, jaw clenching, "I think he's with Zayn- fuck I can't fucking remember."
"Zayn? Why wouldn't he come to me?" Liam asks with a frown and Harry wants to jump through the phone and punch him. Is he really asking that?
"Why do you fucking think, Liam?" Harry says, growling, "Did Louis contact you at all? Yes or no?"
"No Harry, Jesus." Liam huffs, shaking his head, "I wouldn't tell you if he did though, You're a real fucking asshole."
Harry doesn't reply, he just hangs the phone up, then goes to send more texts to Louis.
Baby please im sorry
ik im an asshole
louis, c'mon
i cant lose you
louis louis ouis
louis*
please stop ignoring me
Harry sighs, growing impatient as he tosses his phone over on the other side of the couch.
He skipped out on school today, he's sure everyone that went to that god-awful party last night did too.
knock knock
Harry jolts up, hoping with everything in him that it would be Louis, but unfortunately Harry knows how rare it is for clichés to happen in real life.
He opens the door and is immediately on the ground, one hand on his jaw, the other one on his stomach.
"What the fuck?!" He hisses, standing back up on his feet, he comes face to face with Zayn, who is clenching his fists, eye a raging dark color.
"Don't act like you didn't deserve that." Zayn says, glaring at Harry, it only takes two seconds for Harry to slam Zayn against the wall so he can knee him in his balls, then Zayn falls to the ground Harry kicks him several times in his side.
"And now we are even, get the fuck out of my place, Zayn." He snaps, watching as Zayn barely is able to stand, an arm wrapping around his waist.
Just as Zayn is about to leave, Harry stops him with a question, "Where is Louis?"
"I dropped him off at his house and wasted no time coming over here so I could do what I wanted to do last night, but I couldn't, you know why?" Zayn hisses, "Because I had to take care of a boy whos heart was ripped out and stomped on by you!"
Harry looks away, his chest feeling heavy. He doesn't say anything he just stands there. He knows he has fucked up. He had no idea how he was ever going to get Louis to forgive him.
