Happy Ending {Larry, Nosh, Ziam}

Keep Walking Around

I'm sorry, I keep making new stories and not upating the other two. I just have had this idea for so long (aka five months) and I needed to get it out. Please read, comment and vote!! It would mean a lot.

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Zayn didn’t know what had convinced him to do this. All he knew was that somewhere in his mind, he knew  it would help his best friend, in a sort of weird and twisted way.

Louis, Zayn’s best friend, had been in a relationship with Starbucks loving Eleanor Calder since he was fifteen (Louis was twenty four now), and if there was one thing Zayn could say about the relationship it was that it was completely one-sided. Eleanor couldn’t be any more smitten and in love with Louis, but Louis, he was quite the opposite. Their relationship became an obligation for him, instead of something he actually enjoyed.

But Louis knew that if he broke up with Eleanor, he'd had to break her heart and finally have to admit that he wasn’t as straight (in fact he wasn’t straight at all) as Eleanor believes to his family and friends.

That’s where Zayn comes into the picture. The idea had come to Zayn when he was high, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t a good one,  or at least that's waht he had convinced himself.

Zayn knew what he had to do and there was no going back once he entered that restaurant door.

He was going to hire a prostitute.

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Harry sighed sitting at the table, waiting for whomever his client was, who specifically requested a meeting in a public restaurant.

“Harry, hey,” a familiar Bradford accent disrupted his thoughts.

Harry smirked, looking up, recognizing his past client, “Back again Zaynie? Couldn’t get enough the first time and the hundred after that?”

Zayn laughed a bit, taking the seat across from Harry, “As much fun as that was Harry,” he winked, “I’m afraid I’m not here for me.”

“Well that’s a shame. I was getting quite used to your interesting kinks, Zaynie poo,” he sent him another smirk, “But come on Zayn, I don’t arrange meetings with people just for fun Zayn. If you’re not here for yourself, what are you here for?”

“My best friend, Louis.”

“So you’re hiring a prostitute for your best friend?” Harry laughed, “Isn’t that a little strange? If he wants to fuck me so bad, why doesn’t he just come to me with the money?”

Zayn sighed as Harry did before, “Well, he isn’t aware I’m hiring you, Harry.”

He arched an eyebrow, “So what am I? A birthday gift? I’ll let you know, I don’t jump out of cakes, that’s Niall’s thing.”

“No, it’s not his birthday. Look, this is complicated; you’re just going to have to listen. You see, Lou, he’s gay as a fucking rainbow, but he’s somehow convinced himself that he’s straighter than a ruler, with help of his girlfriend Eleanor. Your job is to seduce him, and just get him out of that relationship, because it’s really obvious he’s unhappy with it,” Zayn rambled.

“So now I have to act, Zayn?” Harry smiled, “You know I’ve never been an actor.”

“Louis is gullible; he’ll believe anything," Zayn tried to persuade Harry, "So what do you say? I’ll pay you more than most clients every single day,”

Harry paused to consider the idea; after all, with Niall being his roommate (who spent the majority of his time with his boyfriend Josh instead of with clients), he had to pay the majority of the rent, “Fine Zayn, for you, but isn’t your friend Louis going to be fucking creeped when some random guy starts seducing him when he still is trying to convince himself he’s not gay.”