Can I dip? | Larry Stylinson

S i x t y - f i v e

The Last Fucking Time

Zayn looks at Niall, pointing at the front door where Louis left out of. The blonde boy nods lazily, rolling his eyes. "yes, go get him before he crashes your car in the fountain."

"On it." Zayn nods immediately, really hoping that Louis hasn't touched his car yet. He had to involuntarily work overtime for that shabby thing, and he wasn't having it—and if the dick crashes it, he's paying for it, definitely. Even though it's a sad excuse of car and if you looked at it, you would wonder how it still ran, Zayn still keeps it safe and treats it like a rare gem.

He can't have that car ruined just because Louis wants to break something out of anger.

Zayn runs because of that thought, "That dick wouldn't dare touch my baby."

He opens the big front door and slides out of it sideways. He instantly glances at his car. He's breathing even now. Thankfully his car hasn't been touched, not even a single scratch. He places his hands on his chest.

His car's definitely alright, but Louis—he's no where to be seen.

Zayn groans, scratching his head. "Why does this bastard have to be so difficult to deal with?" He dashes into the house once again, only to announce that the giant toddler has officially gone missing.

"Where has he gone?" Harry asks instantaneously, standing up from his chair.

Zayn fakes a laugh, waving his hand off, gesturing dismissal. "Don't worry! He probably just needed to get something. Sometimes he becomes too impatient. He tends to do things his way in the middle of unfinished conversations—it's just a bad habit, that's all." Zayn rambles, trying to cover Louis up.

Harry furrows his brows, "O-oh—okay..are you sure he'll be alright?" He asks in genuine concern.

Zayn huffed, laughing a bit too hard. Sometimes he overdoes it. "Of course! Of course! I'm going to find him. He's probably just in the post office. Lad gets annoyed when they forget to deliver his Playboy magazine subscription. Just delays things—you know, he's a bit old school and he does it the classic way."

Harry blinks at him, blushing. "O-oh.."

Zayn mentally curses himself, "I—I have probably said too much. I'll be leaving." He fakes a smile and ducks his head on his way out.

Once Niall knows Zayn has left the house, his straight emotionless facade fades away. He looks at Harry.

"Playboy magazine subscription?" Niall bursts out laughing, "Really?" He slaps his knee, "I don't know, Harry. If you were slightly convinced by that, you're officially unqualified to be in a relationship. You can't even decipher the simple lies and the simple truths."

Harry tilts his head, "what do you mean? You wouldn't know. Not all people lie. Maybe you assume things happen that way because that's how you do it!" He expresses, placing his pink towel on the table.

Niall sighs, his laughter already gone. He thought Harry knew that Zayn was being too obvious—turns out he doesn't.

"For God's sake, Zayn's covering for Louis." Niall deadpans, shaking his head. "You know you really are dumb for an academically smart person."

Harry pads his thumb for his lower lip, "well, Louis wouldn't be affected! He would be happy because I'm having a baby. He knows how much I love babies." Harry insists.

"Harry, I know you aren't that dumb." Niall says, "I know you can feel Louis right now. You know he's not okay especially the kid your carrying is the devil's child."