Run, Frat Boy, Run // l.s

Part 3

Harry flushed and exited the bathroom, quickly washing and drying his hands as he went.

Harry and Zayn eventually finished their cigarettes and had gone inside. It was late afternoon and being boys, they were hungry so they congregated in the kitchen. 

Harry briefly remembered hearing a phone ring while he was in the bathroom, so he decided to ask about it.

“Who was on the phone?” he asked Zayn as he opened the fridge.

“Niall.” He replied, talking a bite from his apple from his position lounging on a bench top.

Harry had his head still buried in the fridge. “Why don’t we have any food?” He inquired.

“Well maybe if you went shopping-” Zayn tried.

“Nuh uh. No way. It’s not my turn.” Harry interrupted, snapping up out of the fridge and Zayn shook his head.

“Mate. I think it is.” He chuckled. “I went two weeks ago, then Ed went last week, so it’s back to you.”

“No way!” Harry exclaimed. “I went the week before you.”

“Whatever, man. Check with Liam. He deals with all this shit.” Zayn told him, taking another bite.

“I’m hungry.” Harry whined, leaning back down into the fridge. Zayn ignored him and eventually, he came out of the fridge with a defeated look.

He jumped up onto the counter opposite Zayn and reached behind him into the cabinet. His face lit up when he found the box of Lucky Charms and started devouring them.

“Dude. Bowl.” Zayn told him, throwing a bowl to him which he caught and used happily.

“So what’d Niall want?” Harry asked in between mouthfuls.

“Just about the party tonight.” Zayn explained. “He wants us to be nice. No pranking basically.”

Harry groaned. “Why?” He stopped his hand halfway to his mouth.

“Yeah,” Zayn continued. “We have to behave. All get along.”

Harry scoffed. “Like thats gonna happen.”

“Harry,” Zayn warned. “You should listen.”

“Pft. Yeah right.” Harry laughed.

“He said Louis was upset when he came back from here this morning.” Zayn told him, making Harry stop laughing.

“What? Why?” He asked. “I was joking, like I always am.”

“He said he came in, slammed the door and locked himself in his room for an hour or so, then went out and said he’d be back for the party.” Zayn shrugged.

“He’s such a pussy.” Harry rolled his eyes and continued eating.

“Look man, I know you don’t get along and I don’t know why, but for tonight, can you at least try? He was pretty mad by the sounds of things.” Zayn pleaded.

Harry thought for a moment.

He didn’t hate Louis. Actually, it was quite the opposite. Harry gave him a hard time, initially because it was funny to see him get worked up, now he just did it because it was the only way they interacted.

He thought he was seriously attractive and would be a great fuck. Harry thought they could actually be friends, if only Louis could handle it.

But Harry doubted he could. Louis was too much of a cry baby to keep up with him.