Sweet creature

'Come on love, you can tell me anything.' Louis said gently to Harry who was obviously avoiding his glance.
'Lou I'm sorry...' he lowered his head.
'What's going on Haz? You're freaking me out.'
'I-'
'You what love?' Harry started crying. ' shh...Come here.' Louis hugged him tight, took his hand and dragged him on the bed. Harry sat down, hid his face with his left hand and sighted heavily. Louis carressed the back of his right hand. Harry fell silent for a while, tears slowly rolling down his cheeks, sniffling once in a while
'What's going on love?' Harry wiped his eyes with his palms and somehow found the strength to speak.

'I cheated on you.' Harry said in a barely audible whisper.

'You what- you – excuse me?' Louis stared at him stupefied.
'I cheated on you.' Louis stood up but didn't speak, in fact, he simply couldn't. They both went silent for a while Louis in complete shock. Harry's head bent, silent tears wetting his cheeks.
'I'm sorry- I-' Harry's voice broke the silence.
'His name.' Louis' expression turned from shock to anger.
'Lou I-'
'His fucking name.' He repeated gravely.
'Olly.'
'Alexander?'
'Yes...I-'
'Shut up.' he snapped, he was so mad he couldn't shout, somehow it made sense.
'Please I can explain everything.'
'I don't want you to.' Louis laughed bitter.' What the fuck did you expect?' Harry stood up but Louis stepped back in disgust. ' Get the fuck out of this house.' but Harry came closer.
'Please Lou I'm sorry.'
' I said get the fuck out of this house.'

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*bip*
'Are you alright mate? We're supposed to watch footie tonight remember? The fuck you doing?'
*bip*

'Come on Louis, answer your calls, Zayn is freaking out.'
'I'm not freaking out Nialler.'
'Yes you are. Anyways, answer your damn phone mate.'

* bip *
'The fuck Harry ain't answering too? You too are fucking aren't you? '
'Niall please don't be rude.'
'Sending a message is not that difficult Z!'
* bip *
'It's been 4 hours, and you're still not answering. England lost by the way. Niall and I are going at your place.'

Zayn and Louis had been friends since kindergarten, they had always been here for each other, when Zayn's sister died in a car crash, when Louis' parents got divorced, even when Zayn fell in love with a certain Liam. Most of their friends didn't understand how these two could be best mates. In fact, they had pretty much nothing in common. Zayn was a shy kid, kind and introverted. Louis, well, Louis was the one running everywhere, getting lost on purpose in the supermarket. Growing up Zayn was in his bubble, painting again and again. He didn't bother making friends nor being famous. Louis was the one everyone knew, funny, sassy, and always ready to do the stupidest things.
They went in the same Art School but Zayn followed a degree with a specialism on surrealistic paintings - which Louis found horrendously boring, and Louis went for Music production. Zayn loved silence. Louis didn't know this concept. Zayn preached self-restraint. Louis was flamboyant.

The fact that Zayn and Louis had nothing in common was not entirely true though. They both loved tattoos, beer, pizzas and men.

Louis had always known he was gay, it hadn't been something he'd discovered one night out of the blue. He had many girlfriends in high school though, but it was more a distraction than commitment.
His life really started to make sense the first semester of his second year at university. He would always remember this day. As usual, he was late and hadn't had the time to pick up a subject of his choice for the first period. So, he ended up being forced to attend a literature class no one cared about. The subject of their studies was ' English Romantic Period and Its legacies on Modern Literature' truly boring. He was running on the corridors when he hit someone.
'Hey watch out mate!' the tall man turned around with a serious look on his face.
'Excuse me.' He said louder.
'Excuse me? Who do you think you are?' Louis asked simply.
'Get the fuck out.' The dumb repeated, he was suspiciously hiding something behind him. No, it was someone. There was a guy behind him, Louis bent forward to see him properly: curly brown hair, baby face, outrageously beautiful. Louis noticed that the content of his backpack was on the floor.
'What are you doing?'
'None of your business.' The guy muttered but Louis didn't listen and went straight to the backpack, picking up everything.
'What do you think you doing?' the idiot replied.
'Were you bullying this poor guy?' Mr stupid went blank, Louis stood up took the hem of his tee to make him bent. ' Get the fuck out of here. I swear if I see you near him again you're gonna be into trouble.' He came closer. ' By trouble, you idiot, I mean my fist into your face. Understood?' And the guy completely shocked and freaked out left them.
'Seriously? Bullies at uni? ' he shook his head, the curly one was tidying his things. ' Why are you here anyway? First-years don't have class on this floor.'
''m not a first year.' He muttered.
'Oh.' Louis raised his eyebrows. 'you seem pretty young though. How old are you?'
'16.' wow Louis thought. So, the guy must have been really, really smart.
'Well, be careful okay? I probably won't be here to save your arse next time. ' Louis smiled at him and noticed the colour of his eyes, a beautiful light-green with a subtle ounce of yellow. The smart ass smiled back a tiny, microscopic smile and left.