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louis ran straight back home to zayn.

he didn't have a car and he knew it would've been more reasonable and efficient for him to just take a cab to his and zayn's flat but if he would've stopped running at any point harry would've caught up to him.

which led us to right now, a tired louis and bed headed (obviously just woken up) zayn dressed in strictly boxers only.

once he saw the state louis was in, zayn didn't think twice to pull the smaller lad into his chest. closing the door but not letting him go. it was still too early in the morning for zayn to comprehend what exactly was happening so for now he decided to just let louis ball his eyes out on his chest then ask questions.

once louis was done crying and his breathing slowly steadied, and zayn could faintly hear his heartbeat and louis' sniffles.

he decided he wanted ask questions. louis wasn't one to tell others' his problems saying it would burden them and that everyone had problems already he didn't want to add up to it. he gave it a few more minutes thinking maybe louis wanted to speak for himself.

while they we're just sitting on the couch. zayn resting his back on it while louis' was just small enough so his head was directly o  his chest (because that was all he could reach without putting much effort into it anyways). unconsciously riding his fingers up and under louis' t-shirt, slowly drawing patterns onto the smaller lads skin, knowing him long enough that it makes the younger one of the two calmer.

"i went-t up t-to his f-fla-at, z" poor louis couldn't keep up a sentence without sniffling or forcing himself not to cry.

"i m-mean tha-at's normal-l now, he, he gave m-me a key to it a-anyways. then when i- when i walked in he-" louis cried softly not being able to stop himself anymore.

zayn kissed louis' forehead, whispering sweet nothings into his ear to help him calm down.

"let it out, babe. let it all out. got the entire day to listen to you, yeah ? 's alright, love. you're strong innit ?".

louis couldn't have asked for a better best friend. zayn truly was the best, he never deserved the older lad he didn't know what he did to have the god-like man in his life. everyone needs a zayn to their louis, just someone to be down for you no matter what. have happy days and shit. (not necessarily associating mary j with it all the time, whatever floats your boat).

with a deep breath, louis talked straight without breaking down. "when i got into his flat, i brought breakfast with me for us. then i saw him in his room half dressed with a girl on his bed". mid story, louis chuckled dryly continuing "you reckon someone like me would keep him sane. cruel world it is, mate. he tried to explain he was drunk or summat. had no memory of it even happening and what not but honestly, at this point, with everything he's been doing lately. it all bullshit to me".

and yeah zayn knew of what's been going on with the pair. what kind of best friend would he be if he didn't ?

"listen babes, i've had my fair share of crazy exes. but to be honest with you, love. harry really loved you and probably still does. i know you still love him as well. love isn't as simple what we portray it to be, y'know ? sometimes you gotta bleed and go through pain to know you're still human. it's part of being mere mortals. i learned quite a few things about the difference between alive and living. alive is empty, just a heart beating and your blood still flowing, no emotions just function. doing what it was made to do. living is feeling. being overwhelmed, being underwhelmed. feeling depressed and anxious, wanting to love and to be in love. discovering all these other emotions that are within your reach if you would just risk it and try. it's up to you whether you want to be alive or living. alive is already what's given to you, to live is to express yourself and learn more about the world and that you're not the only one in it".

louis knew zayn was smart but wow, this was some next level shit.

how zayn said everything with wit and sophistication, that he sounds so well spoken and eloquent- just, wow.

louis stared up at zayn in awe. speechless, but still very thankful. still hella speechless though. you can't blame him though, what would you say if zayn malik said that to you with so much care and genuine love, that louis thinks he might actually drown from the amount of love and affection he's received.

louis got up from his (very) comfortable spot, which is zayn lap and chest. and took zayn's face into his two palms and looked intently at the vogue worthy bradford man.

"zayn javaad malik, i fucking love you with my entire being and soul. you don't know how much you actually mean to me and how lost i'd be without you. i love you so goddamn much !"

and with that louis kissed the entirety of zayn's face, causing the said man to giggle non-stop. seemingly already forgetting about the situation he's currently in.

"mhm, i know. i'm great, yeah. why don't we cuddle on the couch, watch garbage television and eat junk food for the rest of the day, yeah ? i'll get the blanket and why don't you order up some food, hm ? how's that sound ?"

"that sounds lovely, babe"

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