You Make Me Strong

Chapter 5 - the football game

Harry was sitting on Zayn's bed, his thoughts running wild as he watched Zayn rummage around in his wardrobe for an acceptable outfit for a Football game.

Harry really wanted to go, like really  wanted to go. He wanted to see Louis again, and yet at the same time he really didn't want to see Louis again. He didn't want to see him and act like he did when they first met, when he was sober. He didn't want to be shy and closed off and make Louis realise how shit of a person he really was.

But he really liked Louis. Like, more than he thinks you should after meeting him one time.

He looked down at his phone, the Instagram app mocking him, scaring him away. He hadn't responded to Louis' message yet. Probably wouldn't any time soon, despite the fact that he read it, meaning Louis knew he was ignoring him. 

Harry was a dick.

"What d'you think, these?" Zayn holds up a pair of black skinny jeans to show Harry. "Or, these?" Zayn holds up another pair of black skinny jeans to Harry.

"They're the same?" Harry questions, giving a disbelieving look.

Zayn drops the jeans as his mouth drops open, staring at Harry with shock.

"What?" Harry questions.

"Harry, you own, like, a thousand pairs of black jeans and still tell me the difference between each and every pair before going off to buy yet another pair because, "they're different Zayn, these ones have a frayed hem, none of the others do! It makes the jeans a statement item rather than a staple item!"" Zayn mocks Harry with a very high pitched voice

"And you always tell me I'm being ridiculous, so, wear whichever ones you want, I don't care!" Harry mumbles, flopping down on the bed so hes lying down.

Zayn walked over to Harry and squatted in front of the bed, pushing Harry's curls back to get a better look at his bestfriend.

"Hey, I was just kidding babes." Zayn says softly. "What's got you so down?"

Harry fumbles with the bed sheet in his hands. "I just, I just wish I could come tonight..."

Zayn sighs. "I know Haz, I wish you could come too. Maybe next time, yeah?"

"Maybe..." Harry mumbles back.

Zayn pulls Harry in for a hug, pressing small kisses to his hair as he holds him in tight. After a while Zayn gives one last squeeze before heading back to the jeans on the floor. 

"So, these ones, or these ones?"

-

Zayn had made it to the football game just in time to catch Niall's attention and have a quick chat, in which they decided to go for drinks with some of Niall's friends after the game.

Watching the game was exhilarating for Zayn, having never been to one live before, and before he knew it he was up cheering with the rest of the crowd as England had one, his pint sloshing all down his front and his lungs on fire.

Before Zayn knew it he was in some shady pub with Niall and his two friends, Liam Payne, a nice seeming lad with biceps to die for, and Louis fucking Tomlinson.