Three is Better Than One

Liam

Zayn hadn't spoken to us for a week.  He kept to himself, sleeping, eating, and smoking.  Zayn always smoked, but not that much.  In the past week he has gone through a pack or more each day.  Louis was having a fit.  He was repulsed the most by this bad habit of Zayn's, always bugging him to quit. 

"Where are my ciggarettes?"  Zayn yelled from in his bedroom at the hotel.

Louis bit his lip, trying to keep the smile off his face.  "I don't know Zayn.  I think they are in the bathroom."

Zayn flew open the door from his room, and sauntered into the bathroom.  Five minutes later, he came out with an incredibly pissed off look on his face.

"What the hell, Louis?"  He spat at him.  "I told you, leave my ciggarettes alone."

Louis grinned.  "You told me, but you didn't tell Harry."

Zayn narrowed his eyes, and grabbed an unsuspecting Harry by the shirt.  "LEAVE MY FUCKING CIGGARETTES ALONE."

Harry held is hands up innocently.  "The bad man Louis told me to, I swear.  He had embarrasing pictures he blackmailed me with."

Louis snickered.  "That's true."

Zayn pushed Harry away.  "Everyone, just leave my ciggarettes alone.  No, specifically, LEAVE ME ALONE."

He went back into his room, slamming the door shut behind him.

"What did you guys do to them?"

"We flushed them down the toilet."  Louis cracked up, high fiving Harry.

"That's rude, look how upset he is!"  I said.

Louis and Harry shared a knowing glance. 

"That's obviously not why he's upset."  Harry muttured under his breath.

I glared at him.

"So, Liam."  Louis said.  "It seems like there is something going on between you, Niall, and Zayn that Harry and I don't know about.  Care to share?"

"Nothing's going on."  I mumbled.

Harry laughed.  "That's not very believable, Payne."

"Seriously,"  Louis patted the seat beside him, motioning me to join them.  "What's going on?"

I reluctantly gave in.  "Niall and I kissed...and Zayn saw."

Louis gasped.  Harry just smiled.  

"I told you Lou!  I told you!  Now hand me the money I deserve."  Harry jumped up, practically screaming.

"What are you talking about, Harry?"  I asked, confused.

Louis rolled his eyes.  "See, we had this bet about who would kiss first.  I honestly thought Zayn and Niall would, but Harry was right and picked you and Niall."

My mouth dropped open.  "You had a bet?  Are you that immature?"

Harry grinned.  "Yes, but I won!"

"Haz, come back here, you can sit on my lap."  Louis winked.  "Now, Liam.  On a more serious note, we have to figure out what to do about Zayn."

Harry joined Louis.  "Yeah.  We aren't One Direction with Zayn upset like this."

I nodded.  "I know.  We need to talk to him."

They shook their heads.  "No," Harry said.  "YOU need to talk to him."

"You and Niall both need to talk to him.  Where is that little leprechaun, anyways?"  Louis looked around.

As if on cue, Niall appeared from the kitchen, eating as always. "What's the craic, lads?"

"We have to talk to Zayn."  I told him.

He set his food down slowly.  "Oh...okay.  Ya sure, Liam?"

"We have to, Niall.  We've hurt him."

He sighed.  "Fine, let's go."