Ten Years [Zourry]

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On Saturday morning while Harry waited for Louis and Zayn to arrive, he couldn't help but remember when Saturday mornings were fun for him.

Sleeping in, consuming pounds of junk food and watching television all day.

Now, here he sat on a Saturday morning listening to his pounding heart and clutching his phone waiting to see if he was about to be broken up with.

Twice, technically.

Harry swallowed, looking back at the last text he'd gotten from Louis saying they were on the way.

Based on the time, Harry expected them to arrive any second.

Conveniently enough, Niall fled the apartment earlier to run errands and have lunch with Shawn.

Harry knew it would probably be awkward for Niall if he was here, but Harry still wished he'd stayed.

His eyes darted down to look at his phone as it vibrated, seeing a text from his mother.

From mom: call me sometime Sunday, love you x

Harry cleared the message without answering, flinching and almost dropping his phone when he heard knocking on the front door.

He left his phone on the table, rushing to the door only to stop just in front of it and stare for a moment.

He swallowed, taking a deep breath and opening the door.

"Hi." Harry smiled nervously, noticing how much black Louis and Zayn were wearing.

Regardless, they both looked stunning as usual.

"Hey, was it hard for you to get up this early?" Louis asked.

Harry shook his head. "I...didn't really sleep anyway."

"Why not, what were you doing?" Zayn asked as he stepped past Harry.

His tone was cold.

"Nothing." Harry frowned at him. "Besides worrying."

Zayn didn't really respond, sitting on the far end of the couch as they all walked into the living room.

Louis sat in the armchair next to Zayn's side of the couch, while Harry settled in the armchair facing them.

"What were you worrying about?" Louis decided to ask before there could be an uncomfortable silence.

"Yeah, were you worried we'd walk in on you with another one?" Zayn asked.

Harry stared at him for a second.

"No. Listen, I don't think I actually had sex with him. When I woke up all I had was a headache, no marks or no...feelings." Harry told them.

"He was the one who told me we had sex but I think we just kissed. Niall thinks the same thing." He continued.

"Have you talked to him? Brent?" Louis asked.

"No, it's too uncomfortable. I don't want to talk to him anymore." Harry shook his head again.

"Well I think you should considering the fact you don't know if you fucked him or not." Zayn said sharply.

"I do know. I believe I didn't, and I'm telling you two that I didn't." Harry said firmly. "Not saying that what I actually did do isn't just as wrong. I just wanted you both to know."

"Yeah learning that doesn't really make me feel any different." Zayn said.

"You're not meant to yet. None of us are." Louis said, giving him a look.