my angel l.s

chapter #43

a few days later

harry laid on his bed, midst eating a tub of ice cream as him, zayn, and liam watched black mirror.

"you know, why didn't you invite louis to watch it with us? i mean, he's the one who introduced you to the show." zayn mumbled, stuffing his big spoon in the tub. harry shifted slightly, looking to the right of him which is where zayn is located.

"because, he said he had plans." he scratched his collarbone, being mindful of his bandage.

his injuries have gotten better, now being able to walk easier and move him arm without having pain shoot through his shoulder.

"what plans? usually when he says he has plans, he's lying to the other person and is with someone else.." liam told them, watching the screen.

"he was lying to me? louis, he would never lie to me. he is not the type to lie to me and he wouldn't do it. he'd never lie to me." he said, sitting up and pausing the show, which makes liam groan.

"he's done it to me multiple times, probably is just hanging with some other friends and didn't want your feelings hurt.. i'm sure he had a good reason."

"yeah, he knows how you are and that maybe to say that to let you down lightly.. he just doesn't want you upset is all.."

"but i'd rather like honesty than little lies!" he sighed loudly. zayn sat up, looking at harry. "harry, i'm sorry but he lied to you."

"he's not a liar, and i'm going to prove to you he's not lying. here, let's go give louis a visit and i bet you he will be occupied with work." he got up, slipping on some slides.

"harry.. i think you're taking this way too far—" liam tried to start but harry interrupted him.

"no, you're accusing louis of being a liar when he isn't. i don't like when people lie to me and he knows that. and anyways, i miss him and want to see him. let's go." he walked downstairs, completely forgetting what attire he was wearing.

liam and zayn sigh, following the paranoid boy out the door.