Three of Them (Zourry)

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Harry's pov

One second we were kissing passionately, the next, the pick-up's windshield shattered in a circular way.

We didn't pull apart until a few seconds though, the accident hadn't occur to us until then. And when we did pull apart...

"Shit, Niall's gonna kill me." We could have died, and that was the first thing he said? Good, Louis.

Apparently, we crashed into a tree, a branch causing the windshield to broke. And the bumper was pretty bad, too. It was bent and broken.

"Seriously, we could've died, and that's the first thing you said?" I complained as I stared at the broken windshield.

"Sorry, babe. Are you alright?" He turned to me, looking unfazed by the fact that we just crashed.

"Yeah. But why are you so calm?" I asked curiously. He chuckled.

"Oh come on, I've been through a lot of harder situations, and I came out fine." He replied. And I couldn't help but wonder what kind of hard situations did he went through.

"Really? What kind of situations?" I couldn't help myself. He chuckled.

"Between having a mafia best friend, and being a surgeon, there are lots of stuffs that happened. Let's just get out for now." He explained then opened the car door. I followed him.

We took a look at the damage, and hell, it was horrible. Niall would be very mad indeed. The bumper was almost totally ruined, and we definitely had to replace the shattered windshield.

"Damn." That was all I could say.  Louis looked stressed for a while, but he then just picked out his phone from his pocket. He tapped the screen a few times, probably calling Niall.

"Hey, Niall?" I heard him say.

"Yeah, no. Look, I just want to say sorry." He continued to talk through the flat-screened phone.

"For what? Well, how do I say this... I kinda... uh-crash your pick-up?" He confessed. I could hear some yells from the phone.

"I know, I'm really sorry. How? Oh well, I got distracted." He answered.

"Who? Harry? No, no we weren't. I swear." He winked at me as he said that.

"Yeah, I'll pay for it, don't worry. I know it's not about money, I am very sorry. I love you Niall." He continued to say. After that, he hung up.

"Well, what should we do now?" I asked. A few seconds later, some people saw us and the broken pick-up. Some asked if we're okay and some even offered to take us to the hospital. Louis refused them all, of course.

Instead, he picked up his phone again.

"Zayn? Yeah, look, can you get one of your men to come and fetch me and Harry? Why? Well, long story. Yeah, I'll give you a blowjob. I'm at the corner near the new McDonalds. Yeah, alright, thanks babe, love you too." He conversed with Zayn through the silicone cased phone.

"Justin's coming to pick us up." He informed. I nodded. I had no idea who that was, but I assumed it'd be one of Zayn's friends from work.

There was just one thing that concerned me. Why did Louis say yes to a blowjob if he wanted to date me?

"And I thought you want to date me." I said sarcastically. I believed Louis actually loved Zayn. I meant, I could see how much he worries about him, or talk about him. It was like I was just a second option to him. You knew, like, cause he and Zayn decided to be besties with benefits.