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fourteen

harry jolts awake the next morning, groaning as the light hits his eyes. it was actually just now moving into the day, around twelve. he was passed out all morning. he felt so tired and his head was still a little fuzzy from last night. he looked around and noticed that he was in his own room. harry frowns, sitting fully up and rubbing his face.

harry was supposed to be spending the weekend at zayn's house, but of course after the events last night, zayn dropped him off home and got him into his room without his parents seeing him. as mad as zayn was at harry, he still got harry into his room, took off his clothes and tucked him in, ignoring harry who was still mumbling drunken insults.

harry doesn't really remember what happened last night. all he remembers is pestering zayn to leave and them giving each other attitude before going their separate ways. maybe something happened and zayn decided to bring him home. harry didn't know. however, after sitting there thinking for a moment, his eyes widened in realization.

"oh fuck." harry grumbles. he feels around on the bed for his phone, wondering where it was. after searching for his phone for five minutes, he finally finds it, on the floor in the jeans he wore last night. sitting back down on the bed, harry calls zayn, praying he wasn't still to mad and that he actually answered the phone.

zayn did answer about six rings in.

"zayn, i'm so sorry for last night, but you didn't have to take me home, i wanted to go home with you." harry starts. zayn is quiet on the other line and all harry can hear is shuffling and whispers.

"yeah?" zayn answers softly after a moment. harry frowns. zayn sounds weird.

"yes zee, i'm sorry, i really am." harry says. harry hears Zayn laughing at something, and another voice whispering something. "zayn, who are you talking to?" harry asked frowning.

"none of your business harry. what do you want?" zayn snaps, suddenly bitter. harry is taken aback.

"zayn." harry says.

"h, you were a complete bitch last night, babe." zayn slurs slightly. harry narrows his eyes slightly, wondering why zayn sounds like that, but he ignored it. he just wanted zayn to know that he was sorry and that he wanted to see him, and spend the day with him.

"i know zee, but i wanna apologize." harry tells him again. zayn laughs, causing harry to frown again.

"sorry babes, too busy getting high and getting my dick sucked by my best friend." zayn says, and harry can hear them laughing. harry knows, he knows deep down in his heart that zayn was only saying that to get back at harry and that zayn would never ever cheat on him. but that didn't stop his heart from sinking into the very pit of his stomach, making him feel like he just got the air punched out of him, and his heart crumbles into itty bitty pieces like a mirror shattering. harry clutches the phone tightly, so tight that the screen would've cracked under pressure if he didn't have this protective case over it. he was about to explode.

"FUCK YOU ZAYN, JUST FUCK YOU. GO CHOKE, YOU PIECE OF SHIT. I TRY TO APOLOGIZE AND YOU WANNA ACT LIKE DICK, SO FUCK OFF. I HATE YOU!" harry screams as loud as his lungs would allow into the phone that would have anybody's ears ringing. before zayn could speak again, he hung up and threw his phone across the room where it smacked against the wall and fell onto the floor. ooh, harry was so angry.

zayn already knows how harry feels about liam and how he already had a suspicion on liam liking him and he goes and says some dumb shit like that. okay yes, harry got drunk and danced on a guy last night, but he didn't suck anybody's dick, so why would zayn joke like that? or was he even joking? harry didn't even know and he was pissed. he wanted to punch someone, preferably liam. his head hurt even more after he screamed like that.