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"Do you still want me?" Louis asked softly.

Harry was slightly bewildered by the question, "Of course," he managed to whisper. Afraid that the moment could disappear just as quick as it had come.

Louis looked at Harry, his eyes followed the features of Harry's face down to his tummy before meeting his green eyes once more. Then Louis' hands settled on the top of Harry's jeans, but before he could do anything Harry's own hands grabbed ahold of Louis' and lifted them away.

"but, not like this," Harry stated firmly.

It felt like a cold slap to Louis' face, the unfamiliar wave of cold rejection. Louis snatched his hands away and stood up. "Leave." He muttered.

"Lou-" Harry tried to say as he stood up.

"I said- Leave." Louis turned away from him and he only heard the sigh Harry gave as he gathered his books, and the quiet opening and closing of the door. Louis didn't move until he was sure he heard the front door open and shut as well.

The quietness of his room was disrupted by Zayn bursting in and exclaiming what the hell had happened. Louis glared at him and picked up one of his pillows and chucked it at Zayn's head. Zayn glared at him in response.

"I kissed him," Louis shrugged it off.

Zayn's eyes widened in disbelief, "and?"

"He didn't want me," those words tasted bitter as they left Louis' tongue.

"I find that hard to believe," Zayn scoffed.

Louis rolled his eyes, "believe what you want, I'm going out,"

"Don't you have an exam on Tuesday?" Zayn exclaimed with his arms folded in front of him.

Louis ignored him as he changed, Zayn sighed and left the room. Louis left an hour later all changed and ready. Later that night at the club he found himself falling into his own pattern, he noticed the fancy watches and rings and was led to a fancy car where he got a nice rich dude to f-ck him with empty promises of nice dates but the leather seats of the car felt nice against his skin so he didn't mind.

Back at home, Zayn knew exactly where Louis was and he was not surprised, but what he was surprised by was when Harry turned up on his doorstep at around midnight. Harry was shifting between his own two feet as Zayn opened the door.

""Ello?" Zayn said slightly surprised.

"Is, Lou here?" Harry asked shyly.

"No, sorry mate, he went out," Zayn looked slightly apologetic and Harry nodded but his eyes fell to the ground. Zayn noticed Harry's change in expression, and his heart fell for the bloke. "But, you can come in if you want, what's the move tonight?" Zayn asked him.

"I just wanted to talk to him about what happened ya know," Harry muttered lowly, Zayn only nodded and he motioned for Harry to come inside.

"If you don't mind telling me," Zayn started, and he walked over to the couch with Harry trailing behind him, "why exactly do you like Louis? He really doesn't have the best personality, and he's awfully rude to you," he exclaimed with a rise of his eyebrow.

Harry tilted his head and nodded once, "well, yes, he is not the nicest, but when he laughs, you know when, when we are doing stats and he laughs because he thinks what he says is silly, it's like the prettiest sound I've ever heard. And I just want him to keep on laughing. When I first noticed his eyes, they reminded me of the ocean when the sun's right fell just perfectly against the water. I swear, I could look into them for hours and not get tired. When he smiles, his eyes scrunch up and they sparkle, but only when it's a true smile, like when he finally understands a stats question..." his voice trailed off and he realized just how much he'd said. His slightly tan cheeks tinted a dark pink and he refused to meet Zayn's eyes.

Zayn looked at the lad with slight pity, he knew Louis best out of anyone and knew that what the boy did was not for lack of emotional content, but rather because that is simply what he wanted to do. Louis' been sleeping around for materials since years ago, and nothing Zayn ever said could change it. Zayn doubted Harry could change it also. "He's a good guy, but he's not a good guy in the sense that he will take into consideration your feelings unless it benefits him in someway," Zayn stated softly.

"Yeah, I can see that, but maybe -" Zayn held up a hand to stop Harry, and shook his head.

"No, you can't maybe change him, no one can maybe change anyone, the person has to want to change and until Louis realizes that he wants to actually do something and be someone, no one can change his mind," Zayn shrugged.

Harry didn't say anything, his frown grew deeper and he sighed forlornly. Zayn didn't know what else to say, but he didn't have too because at that moment the door was shoved open and two people stepped through. Well, more like two bodies that were attached at the mouth stepped through. Harry noted Louis' feathery brown hair, and the other taller lad had black hair. Zayn rolled his eyes and he grabbed Harry's hands and quickly tugged him upstairs. Harry glanced back one last time to see Louis drop down to his knees. "Sorry about that, Louis doesn't really have any shame," Zayn whispered as he closed his door behind them. "So now, they usually f-ck for a couple hours or so, unless you want to sneak past them, you're sort of stuck with me, I'm sorry I'm not better looking," Zayn tried to give Harry a comforting smile.

Harry didn't reply, he stayed standing until Zayn tugged him towards his bed. "Okay, so think! Sleepover, what do you want to do?" Zayn tried his best to occupy Harry's mind. Harry shrugged and he fell back against the several pillows that Zayn had strewn carelessly across his bed. Zayn fell beside him, and they both stayed silent for awhile. After a certain point Zayn looked over and noticed that Harry's eyes were closed, and his breathing was even. His curls were across his forehead and his lips were parted slightly open with every breath that he took.

Zayn couldn't help but smile at the sight, and he grabbed his blanket and placed it over Harry. He then created a barrier with his own pillows and Harry's arms instantly wrapped around them, and his face dug into one of the pillows but he never woke up. Zayn gently laughed and turned over in his spot, Louis was a stupid, stupid fool.

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"What the fuck," woke them up early the next day. Zayn woke up and saw a smudgy figure standing over his bed. He blinked and rubbed at his eyes a few times until the smudgy figure became a pissed off looking Louis. Zayn rolled his eyes at the sight and turned over - or he tried too, but certain arms forbid his movement. Zayn managed to turn his head to catch a glimpse of wavy curls. Oh.

"And again, what the fuck?" Louis demanded.

Zayn made a hushing sound, "You'll wake him up," he whispered harshly. Louis looked at him in complete shock.

"Did you guys f-ck?" Louis snapped.

"No, I'm not you Lou," Zayn retorted, and he felt movement behind him. He froze and sure enough a soft gasp was heard.

"I'm so sorry Zayn, I am such a hugger while I sleep," Harry said as he sat up as far away from Zayn as the bed allowed.

"Don't worry about it babe, it's okay, it happens, you want breakfast or?" Zayn asked. He looked over and saw that Harry was staring at his bedsheets, and Zayn patted him on the leg to grab his attention. Harry looked up and only looked into Zayn's brown eyes. Zayn repeated his offer. Harry shook his head.

"I should head home, I have class in a bit, I'll see you okay," Harry said, and he got up, he didn't spare Louis a look at all. And in silence both Zayn and Louis heard the front door slam shut.

Zayn sighed, and got out of bed, Louis still hadn't moved. Zayn rolled his eyes once more and walked to the bathroom. "What the f-ck?" Louis exclaimed, and his eyes narrowed in on Zayn for explanation, but Zayn only kept walking and ignored him. "He's not yours to f-ck, just because I don't want him," Louis sneered as he followed Zayn out.

"The fact that that is how you see him, is why you will never deserve him," Zayn shouted, and he slammed the bathroom door shut in Louis' dumbfounded face.

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