Chapter 4: And They've Only Just Met
"Where is that?"
"Further south."
"Is it warmer?"
"Of course it's warmer."
Louis couldn't help but glower at the scene before him. Harry and Zayn seemed to get along spectacularly... which would have been just fine, if Louis hadn't been feeling so possessive over Harry. He tried his best to look bored and nonchalant, but he couldn't help but let a bitter edge to his features seep through his facade.
"You told me you were gay."
Louis started at the low whisper that was drifting by his ear. He turned his head to see Raoul leaning against the wall beside him, looking almost suspicious. He was an average looking boy with sheered chestnut colored hair, pale green eyes, and a few stray freckles along his nose. He wasn't unattractive, Louis couldn't say that, but he wasn't outstanding like Harry or Zayn.
Harry was adorable, while Zayn was undeniably hot.
Stupid thoughts, Louis scowled. To Raoul, he airily replied, "I said I suspected that I could have been gay." He managed to look at Raoul without getting the sudden urge to attack him out of anger for betraying him. Absently, he flicked some of his hair out of his face and snorted. "I guess, if Zayn would have said I was gay, you and Jared would have had a riot spreading posters on the school walls?"
It took a moment for Raoul to understand what Louis had just said, but when it clicked, his ears turned a slight shade of red. He looked down at his black socks, which were sinking into the thick carpet, and laughed breathlessly. "It was a joke."
Louis looked at Raoul darkly, and then looked away. "It was so fucking hilarious," he murmured out sarcastically. Raoul flinched slightly, and then looked away, at the wall next to him. Uncomfortably, he scratched his neck.
"Honestly, Louis," he sighed, "Honestly."
Louis frowned, sneaking a glance at his former friend. "Honestly what?"
"If your best friend..." Raoul glanced at Harry, who was laughing uncontrollably at something Zayn had said, "Told you he suspected he could be gay..."
I would be ecstatic, Louis thought, agonized.
The rest of Raoul's words flew right over Louis head as Louis stared at Harry and Zayn, feeling something jump to life inside his chest. It tingled; it was ice cold. He could almost feel his eyes burning up with jealousy. Harry was practically on his knees laughing, while Zayn leaned against the doorframe he seemed so affectionate towards, his pale lips stretched into a self-satisfied grin.
Was he... was he trying to seduce Harry? Louis felt himself tense up, and he swallowed what felt like nails.
"Would you just sit there and do nothing?" Raoul was saying. "I mean, something like that, you just can't expect someone to keep quiet, you know?"
Harry straightened and resorted to smiling at Zayn while Louis stared at that perfect little smile of his, entranced. He then realized, with a start, that he had never made Harry smile like that. Not at all like he was currently smiling.
It was a smile of admiration.
The jealousy heightened. He, too, had admired Zayn, but now... the admiration was fading, being replacing by a swarm of hatred.
"Finding out your friends a fag is just too good to ignore, you know?" Raoul rambled.
Louis breathing became unsteady when he saw Zayn lightly lean towards Harry to give him a friendly touch on the shoulder. His hand slid down the younger boy's arm, but Harry didn't seem to notice or care. He was laughing again, over something Zayn had quietly said.
