Can We Still Be Friends? (Jouis/Zarry/Larry)

Chapter 30

Harry POV

This picture was taken years ago, when we were teenagers.

I lay over my bed, hearing raindrops hit the windows as I was laying over my bed. I still had this picture on my phone, for many reasons, but I know it's mostly because I miss the old times I've had with Louis.
He was such a amazing man, and I wonder if I just let something so good get away from me.
Lately, Zayn and I haven't been so great. He and I have been arguing constantly over the littlest things. I don't understand why he's being so distant towards me. Ever since the night of the male pageant, he's been acting so bothered and upset. Is it me? Did I do anything wrong?

I sighed, looking down at my lap, as I look over to the right side of the bed where the side drawer stands. Zayn's phone was laying on top of it, while he was downstairs. Curiosity got the best of me. I move towards it, grabbing it as I turn on the screen and type in his passcode. I bet he wishes he should've never given me his passcode.
Once the phone opens, I see that it stops on Justin Bieber's Instagram page. What?
I scroll down, but didn't find anything until I went to his photo gallery. I found a few pictures of Justin on there.

"What the fuck.."

Why does he have picture of that blonde fool in his phone? Why is he even on his Instagram page?..Could this be why Zayn is so distant towards me?

"Harry! Where are you?"

I heard footsteps coming up the stairs, redness and heat rushing over my face.
Is he cheating on me with that idiot? And yet, he's also loving up on Louis. I groaned once I heard the door to our bedroom open, footsteps walking behind me. I didn't even try hiding that fact that I was snooping in his phone. I just sat there, his phone in my hand as I wait for him to notice.

"Harry, I'm going to the office to do some last minute paperwork. Don't wait up on me"

"Really? Are you sure you aren't leaving to go see that blonde-headed fool?"

"What?"

I stood up, facing Zayn as I showed him his phone in my hand. He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion before realizing what was actually going on. His expression changed from confusion to anger instantly.