Three of Them (Zourry)

12

Harry's pov

As I waited for Louis to come and save me from my nakedness, Zayn and I had a talk. Just about random stuff, like what kind of food was good, or what team was going to win the pl this season.

It was so nice, you know, talking. Talking about life, about everything. Talking to someone who actually listened. Someone who had a very different perspective of this world.

We disagree on some stuff, but that was the art of social interaction. There would always be some disagreement. There would always be conflict and problems. But that was just the way it is. If every disagreement became a problem, then we would never find common ground.

And I also realized now, that the truth, sometimes wasn't the only truth. Like one of my teacher said back when I was twelve, there were always a different perspective. My teacher showed us a whiteboard eraser, one side was black and the other was blue. And he said that a person who saw this from the back would say it was blue, and those who saw it from the front would say it was black.

He said that even though they had different opinions on the same exact thing, that didn't mean that one of them was right and one of them was wrong. Both of the sides were right, it was just a matter of perspective.

So yeah, there could be more than one truth. Because truth was what you believe in. If I believe on something, then, that would be my truth. And if Zayn thought otherwise, that would be his truth. Put aside your differences and just enjoy the debate you were having.

While we were in a heated discussion about how the band One Direction should not have split up, Louis came in through the door. Bearing some fabric on his arms.

"Well, I do have some pants and socks, but no shirt. But luckily, Eleanor had one. It's a bit feminine, but better than nothing." He said, revealing dress pants, black socks, and a light pink frilly top. Zayn immediately laughed, being the person he was. And I was speechless.

"I am not wearing that!" I complained. Zayn laughed harder, Louis started to laugh too.

"Better than shirtless, Harry." Louis reasoned.

"No! I. Will. Not." I gritted my teeth in anger.

"Chill, tiger. I personally think it would look great on you. Why don't you try it first?" He offered, shoving the articles of clothing onto my hands. I took them then I headed to the bathroom, only to be stopped by Louis' hand grabbing my wrist.

"Why don't you just change here? We all have seen you." He said, referring to the accident earlier. I gotta admit, he made some sense. So I dropped the white covers and started to wear the clothes he gave me.

The pants were a little short, but it was alright. The shirt though... I wanted to go to somewhere in the middle of nowhere and hide myself forever.

Strangely, I didn't hear Zayn's charming laugh or Louis chuckles. I found the boys staring at me, almost gawking.

"Harry-I-I." Louis stuttered.

"Whoa." Zayn's jaw dropped.

I had no idea how I looked but I must look pretty good that they reacted like this.

"Do I look good?" I asked nervously. Well, I had never been in girls' clothing before.

"Good? Harry I could fuck you right now right here." Zayn stated, still looking at me like he actually wanted to do just that.

"Yeah, Harry. You went waaaaay past good." Louis commented. I only could blush at their compliments. Well, what Zayn said wasn't actually a compliment, but, same shit.