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56. more issues than vogue

Sorry in advance for typos I'm about to pass out I'm so tired

A/N: sorry if this chapter sucks I'm out of it

AND I WAS IN MY SCHOOL FOR 13 HOURS AND HONESTLY I'M READY TO DIE THAT WAS TOO MUCH

and I had like four tests today who even designed this shit establishment called school

I wasn't going to update but I was like i've tortured them enough

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56 - More Issues Than Vogue

"I don't think the whole avoiding each other thing is working for me and Niall." I mumble. "I feel exhausted because I'm literally focusing my mind on trying to forget him."

"I've noticed, you're barely functioning," Zayn admits.

"Is it bad that I feel like it's my fault? Like, it probably isn't but--"

"Stop thinking about it," Zayn flicks me in the back of my head. "Ow!" I snap, grabbing my head, "The hell."

"Are you going to make up with him?"

I shrug, still rubbing the back of my head because that flick hurt like a bitch.

"I think you should.." Zayn says slowly, "Seeing what just half a week without Niall did to you is ridiculous."

I chew my bottom lip, "Alright, let me text him."

I turn my phone on and with shaky fingers I text him two words.

Come home.

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The next ten minutes consisted of me staring at my door and Zayn lecturing me to get a grip on my life and get some better clothes if I'm going to see my boyfriend after a fight.

I'm in my t-shirt (Niall's t-shirt actually) and grey sweatpants, and in all honestly it's the best I've dressed all week.

I continue to sit on my floor watching the door before Zayn pulls me up by my elbow, fixing my hair.

"You look so depressed, Harry," Zayn says quietly, continuing fixing my hair, "It's making me sad. Like, I can't even crack a sex joke because that's how upset I am."

"Sorry," I mumble, finally taking my eyes off the door.

"Stop apologizing! Not everything's your fault, goddammit."

"Sorry." I say again and Zayn rolls his eyes.

"Tell me anything." Zayn murmurs.

I shake my head.

Zayn gives me a look and I sigh, "Me and Niall went to the RSPCA, and there was this tiny little puppy with the bluest eyes. It reminded me of him."

"We'll get the puppy right now if you want."

"We can't," I mumble, "Niall's probably got her."

Zayn nods, "Well, if you want--"

"Um, hi." The door swings open and Niall's standing there, looking as bad as me in all honestly. "I wanted to come earlier...but you told me not to come home... I didn't-- Yeah. I-I'm really-- I'm sorry. I don't know how to apologize without upsetting you further because I'm a terrible person.Do you want me to go?" He says softly and timidly,  running a hand through his messy hair.

I stare at Niall and for the first time ever he's not the dominant one. He isn't in charge. He's really just wanting for a command from me. I watch him, watching the way he's watching me, it's like we're both looking to see who was more hurt by the fight, me or him.