Frame of Hearts - l.s.

Chapter Ten

He calls Zayn when he's away from Louis altogether, biting his nail as the phone rings through.

"'ello?"

"Zayn, I need you to come over right now. I need to talk to you!"

"W-what?" He's either hung over or still half asleep. Probably both. "Wait, who the fuck is this?"

"You dickhead, it's me! C'mon, hurry up. Come over here and bring my stuff, will you? If you didn't realize, I left last night to go back home. Now, hurry up! It's important--"

"Harry, I'm... ugh, shit, I'm not coming over."

"Why not?"

"It's fucking seven in the morning and my head is pounding for god sakes," He growls. "Jesus, Harry, what could be so important that you need to call me at an unearthly time of the morning."

"When you said you'd be there for me no matter what, I thought you'd live to that promise, Zayn."

"Yeah, but not when I'm fucking drunk, all right?"

"You're such a prat!"

"Excuse me, Mr. No Drinks-A-Lot."

Harry sighs and groans into his hand. He softens his voice."Zayn, please. I really need your help, okay?" He pleads. "Please, Zayn. It's so... it's important. I-I don't know what to do."

He hears Zayn moan into the air, his voice scratchy and thick with alcohol. "From one to ten, how important is it that I have to get out of bed and see you?"

"Eleven."

"God sakes, Harry."

"Please, Zayn," He begs. "I can't wait until Monday, otherwise I would, but just... Louis is... Louis."

"You owe me a milk shake and a hot dog tomorrow after school, you hear me?" Zayn mumbles angrily. Harry can hear him getting out of bed and roughly grunt as he tugs on his shoes. "I've gotta get home before I come over, though, to change and shower, can you wait that long?"

"What, you aren't at home? Where are you?"

"Dunno," He says bluntly. "Hopefully Perrie's house."

Harry rolls his eyes. "Be as quick as you can, okay?" Zayn promises him with a small hum.

*****

He knocks upon their residence and Anne lets Zayn through. He finds Harry's room, entering without warning and Harry closes the guide to everything book and smiles to Zayn.

He still looks somewhat attractive under those baggy eyes and dull expression. Harry notices an earring is missing from his left ear. Zayn looks fatigued. Harry should feel guilty, but he's more paranoid on the fact that him and Louis almost kissed the last night. So close, yet, so far. And Harry still doesn't know what it means.

Zayn throws Harry's bag of clothes to him, missing as it drops to the floor. "Fuck you, this better be important."

"Louis almost kissed me last night."

Zayn's expression is gone, covered with absolute surprise. "He did?"

"Y-yeah, he did. He like... we were on the back of the ute in the grassed area and we were like... um, watching the stars then he came on top of me and put our foreheads together but then he kinda just moved way."

"Harry--"

"Zayn, I don't know what to do, or what to think. What does this mean? Does he want to try it, should I try to kiss him next time?"