Run, Frat Boy, Run // l.s

Part 16

Harry cracked open a can of beer in the kitchen and leant back on the counter.

The party would be starting in a few hours, so he had decided to start drinking.

"Hey mate,"

Harry looked up to see Liam walking into the room.

"Hey," Harry replied with a nervous smile.

"What's up?" He asked as he opened the fridge door and grabbed out a beer before joining Harry on the bench.

"Uh, not much." Harry continued, visibly out of character.

"You sure mate? You can tell me, you know." Liam said with a serious look as he noticed Harry was not quite himself.

"Louis texted. He's coming." Harry told him.

"That's good, right?" Liam asked with a smile. "You can show him how much he means tonight, can't you?"

"I don't know..." Harry said in a small voice, looking down awkwardly. "What if everyone hates me? I mean, I don't think I'm ready to loose my rep."

Liam slapped him upside the head with a frown.

He was about to speak but was interrupted.

"The fuck?" Both boys looked up to see Zayn in the doorway. "You don't want to loose your rep? Dude. That's fucking stupid." The black haired boy commented as he walked in.

Harry immediately put his walls up as he stood and looked over defensively as his friend came over to stand next to Liam.

"Excuse me?" He said venomously.

"Are you kidding me?" Zayn threw his hands in the air. "After all the shit you've been through with Louis, you're considering losing him just for your rep? That's ridiculous."

"Ridiculous? I-" Harry tried to retort but Liam put his arm out to stop him.

"He's right." Liam said softly. "You can't pussy out now. Besides, you won't lose your rep because you'll always have Zayn and I and we're cool."

"Plus, Louis is pretty damn popular too, imagine the two most popular guys dating. Trust me man, you won't lose your rep." Zayn added with a laugh.

Harry took a deep breath before pulling a cigarette from his pocket and lightning it up. He took a long inhale and blew it out before turning back to his friends.

"You're right. You're right." He chanted, trying to convince himself. "But what can I do? I don't want to lose him, but I don't know what to do to even get him to begin with."

He took another drag and ran a hand through his hair and paced nervously around the kitchen.
"Well, what did Louis say to you? Do you know what he wants you to do?" Liam asked.

"He said to earn it." Zayn answered for him seeing as though Harry was still nervously puffing on his cancer stick.

"I think he wants me to show him that I've changed and that I care about him." Harry said as he grabbed the beer and drank a few gulps.

"Okay, enough of that." Zayn nervously took the can and cigarette from his hands and put them on the counter away from him.

"Well, you should make some sort of grand gesture tonight. Show everyone at the party that you care and maybe he will think that's enough?" Liam suggested. "I think he wants to believe you've changed."

"But what if everyone hates me?" Harry whispered, looked at them with big, worried eyes.

"What? Why anyone hate you?" Liam asked.