The Wedding ✔

Chapter 7

Next morning Niall, Liam, Zayn and Harry were sitting in the living room. They were the only ones in there so naturally they didn't need to be careful of what they said. While Niall and Harry were lying on the floor, Liam and Zayn were on that couch where Harry had fallen asleep on the other day.

"I have a feeling that Louis doesn't like me", said Niall.

Zayn snorted. "He doesn't, but don't take it too personally. He isn't good with new people, he doesn't like to let new people into his life and well, he acts like that with everyone."

Niall shook his head. "Not everyone."

"Meaning?" Zayn asked, and Liam too straightened up a bit, furrowing his eyebrows.

"He is somewhat nice to Harry", Niall pointed out, and for the first time Harry popped his head up and paid attention to their conversation.

"What?" Harry asked, dumbfounded. "What makes you think he likes me? Do you think he likes me? Does he like me?"

Niall chuckled and shook his head slightly. "First of all, I said nice. Not like. Not in that way, but he doesn't sass you all the time. And he couldn't take his eyes away from you when we were singing last night."

"That's true", admitted Zayn.

"But Harry stared at Louis as much as Louis stared at Harry", Liam pointed out.

"Also true."

"I saw that too", said Niall.

Harry's eyes flickered between them, and he blushed. "What the heck are you guys talking about? That's not true. He wasn't- I wasn't- We were not staring at each other that much! You guys are just blind, like, I- he wouldn't- I mean, it's not like he's bad looking, but, like, I wasn't staring at him and why am I still talking?"

"Why indeed", Louis' voice said behind them.

All four boys turned to look at Louis who was standing there all tired and grumpy. His hair was messy as fuck and his eyes were still half closed, and why does Harry notice that kind of things?

"Gossiping about me behind my back?" Louis asked, raising an eyebrow.

"No! No", Harry quickly denied. "We were just talking about-"

"Me. You were talking about me", said Louis, tilting his head and placing his hand on his hip. "I'm not dumb."

"Sometimes I doubt that", muttered Zayn.

"Yes!" Niall exclaimed suddenly, glancing at Harry. "We were talking about you."

Louis narrowed his eyes slightly. "And?"

"I just asked them why you don't like me."

Louis glared at Niall for a moment, and then shrugged.

"I just don't", he stated, and turned to look at Zayn. "Zayn, fancy coming outside with me?"

"Nope, 'm comfortable here, thanks", said Zayn, snuggling closer to Liam.

"Fine, I'll go on my own then."

Louis started walking and before Harry had time to think, he blurted out, "I can- I mean, if you'd like, I can, like, come with you if... if you don't want to, um... go alone?"

Louis stopped, and turned to look at Harry. "Why are you talking like that suddenly?"

It caught Harry off guard. "I- What?"

"You're rambling", said Louis.

"I am not!" Harry said, unconvincingly.

"Yes, you are", the other boys said in unison, making Harry blush. Louis just turned around and continued walking.