(Spin The Harry) / (Stylinson + Horayne) / (boyxboy)

(x x v i i) \ (vanilla and snowflakes)

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I’ve given you too much, given it all up and I’m taking back my love ~ Enrique Iglesias

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Previously on Spin the Harry:

 

 “We always have a choice dumbfvck,” Louis shouts at Zayn after he confesses he’s Mr X, “but you chose not to help him. You tortured him day in day out and you’re the only one who saw it. Well you and Niall. You saw it happening right before your eyes but you just remained quiet. You watched him suffer in silence at what he had to do. It’s bad enough that we hated homosexuals around Harry but to find out that he has to come out to a group of homophobes?”

Louis pauses.

“And what’s worse? What’s worse is that you didn’t tell us Zayn. You didn’t tell us anything about what was going on with Harry. And maybe, just maybe, Harry wouldn’t have boarded a plane to Sicily. All I want to know is why you had to do what you did. Why?”

Zayn replies, still avoiding eye contact. “It was too late, Louis.”

Louis shakes his head, snorting back up greeny mucus. “We have a choice in everything we do Zayn. You chose not to help him.”

And now:

 

Harry Styles @Harry_Styles
I am NOT coming back! Stop asking or I’ll block all of you!

“YOU need to stop reading those tweets.”

The events of the last two days were still fresh in his memories, more so the patterns he left all across Zayn’s skin. Liam was uncomfortable staying near him because you know, dragging a broken wine bottle over someone’s skin isn’t normal, so Niall had to always be there. Because Niall was due for his knee appointment, he had to stay out of the house [Liam locked the door the moment they stepped out of the door!], and technically he had nowhere to go. Apart from Danielle’s place.

“I’m just checking up on him, making sure he’s safe,” says Louis, scrolling through his phone. He places it down, and replaces it with a mug of tea that Danielle hands him.  She sits across from him, cross-legged, the mug warming her fingers. “I… I just want to know he’s safe and taken care of.”

“He’ fine you know,” Danielle reassures him. “So what’s up Louis? What’s the news about Zayn and some criminal stabbing him? Is he on drugs again?”

Louis shakes his head. “No, it was me. I’m the one that stabbed him and told him not to tell the police that it was me because I could go to jail. And he deserved it! He’s Mr X!”

“That’s not good enough reason to stab Zayn, he’s your own friend.”

“No, not anymore. He told us this dumb story that he was caring for Harry, ‘looking out for him’ is what he said, but it was all crap. He just wanted to see Harry crumble before the world, in front of everybody. And I didn’t know anything. None at all. But Zayn knew and he couldn’t do anything!”

“Is he fine?” She seems concerned.

“Oh yeah, he is, according to Perrie,” Louis shrugs. “At least they’re back together,” he adds, looking deep into his vanilla-scented tea. “What is this tea?”

“Vanilla.”

“It’s good,” Louis says. “To be honest, I was practically chased out of the house. Liam is too scared to stay with just me alone and Niall had his knee appointment today. I asked If I can come with but he said no. I can’t go to our apartment because Eleanor is there with Gemma and there’s nowhere else to go.”