Three of Them (Zourry)

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Louis' pov

Zayn told me I should do something for Harry. Non sexual things. Perhaps a new shirt or something he liked. But I wasn't completely listening. The thoughts of Harry hating me hurts me so bad.

You couldn't believe how sorry I was. I didn't know why I'd do that. I meant, Zayn? Yeah that happened sometimes. He did those to me too. And we were both fine with it.

But Harry. Harry was like this innocent little cupcake that I only wanted to love and cherish for the rest of my life.

When I did those, it felt like I was out of control. It felt like something took over. Maybe I was a psycho. Maybe I was some maniac like "the sadistic man who loves hurting others". The one my psychiatrist friend told me about.

Oh God help.

I sat on the bed quietly. Not moving, not talking. Zayn tried to hug me and make me feel better but that didn't work. He offered a blowjob and I said no. Who said no to a blowjob? My headspace just wasn't in the right place.

I couldn't get my mind off of Harry. I hated it, seeing him like that. Especially when I was the one who caused it.

I'd do anything to fix this. And yeah, I guessed Harry was right. I was a slut. Ain't I? I had slept with like, a hundred people. I was pretty lucky to never got any kind of disease. There was the plus of working in a hospital.

"Hey... Louis, come on. Cheer up, man." I heard Zayn's voice soothing me. I sighed and laid myself on the bed. The bed Harry was sleeping on.

I looked up at the ceiling, just thinking. Regretting whatever happened. And how I wished I hadn't done that. But, well, what's done is done. Couldn't do anything to change that, but I could do something to fix things up now.

It was just, what was I supposed to do? What could I do that'd make him forgive me?

I knew I just woke up a few hours ago, but all the thinking and stressing out was very tiring. I felt myself slowly drifting to sleep.

Zayn's pov

I needed to stop this stupid fight. Yeah, what Louis almost did was horrifying. Well, for Harry, at least. But he apologized and I meant, he didn't even actually do it. I sacrificed my back for so Harry wouldn't get hit.

Huft, maybe I shouldn't have done that.

Nah, that'd make it a thousand times worse.

Louis fell asleep even though it was already morning. He might be tired. From, well, all this shit.

I watched his beautiful face, he looked so innocent when he was sleeping like this. His face looked like he was at peace. Away from all the drama, well, I wouldn't call this drama. But it was something like it.

I kept thinking of ways to help them make up. It was just that I had no idea how.

Then, something brilliant came into my mind.

Harry's pov

After that little argument with Louis, I went out the room. There were a lot of gangster kind of people. But I recognized Justin from that day when he picked me and Louis up.

"Hey, Harry." The tattooed man greeted. He was sitting on the couch, watching some kind of tv show. Next to him was a good looking man, he didn't look so gangster-y. His hair was a little bit curly, but short, and really dark. It was almost black.

"Oh, this is Shawn. Shawn, Harry." Justin introduced. The two nodded in acknowledgment to each other.

"So... what exactly happened between you and Louis? And Zayn, I guess?" Justin asked. I was kinda taken aback with the question.