Louis
"Holy shit!" Niall shouted excitedly, getting up from his position on his bed and walking over to Liam and I. He pulled us in for a group hug telling us how happy he was to see us.
"Oh, Lou," Niall suddenly said, breaking the hug. "This is Harry." He walked back over to the bed and grabbed the hand of a curly haired lad and pulled him up onto his feet. He was casually dressed, wearing only his boxers and a plain blue shirt.
"Hi," he said, reaching out his free hand for me to shake. I happily took it in mine and shook hands with the tall fellow.
"Hi," I said back, pulling my hand away. "I'm Louis."
"Harry." I looked down at Niall and Harry's entwined hands and noticed how Harry was squeezing Niall's quite tightly. It was obvious he was pretty nervous, but why?
"You don't have to be nervous," I told him. His tight grip on Niall's hand softened, and I watched as Niall let out a sigh of relief.
"Sorry, babe," Harry whispered to Niall, leaning down to place a gentle kiss on his cheek. I smiled at their affection. Harry seemed like a decent guy.
"So do you guys wanna head downstairs?" Niall asked. "Mum's cooking dinner, and dad should be here soon. We could hang out in the living room and stuff until everything's ready."
"Sure," Liam answered for all of us. Harry slipped on a pair of shorts, and we made our way downstairs. Niall headed to the kitchen while Liam, Harry and I took seats in the living room. Harry and I took a seat on the three sweater couch, and Liam sat on the floor in front of me.
Niall came back in after a moment and sat between me and Harry. Right as Niall was about to speak, his father came inside.
"Ah Niall," he said, "your friends are here!" Niall smiled and nodded.
"Liam, how are you?" He asked.
"I'm pretty great," he replied. "How about you, Bobby?"
"Not too shabby myself," he replied. He then looked at me. "And you must be Louis." I smiled and nodded, reaching out and shaking his hand.
"Pleasure to meet you," I said to him.
"You as well." He headed into the kitchen where he began talking to Maura about supper and smiled, happy that I didn't make him hate me.
"Isn't it a bit weird that Maura and Bobby are living together again?" Liam asked.
"They're just doing it at my request," Niall replied. "It doesn't bother them, I don't think."
"Boys!" Maura called. "Dinner is ready!"
"Let's go," Niall said, grabbing Harry's hand and standing up. "I'm starving."
"When aren't you?" Harry asked teasingly. Niall blushed and lightly punched Harry's arm.
"Let's go, lovebirds," I said, pushing the two boys. "I'm hungry."
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Zayn
I made my way out of my house and walked down the street to the nearest pub. I hadn't a clue what the exact date was, for I hadn't given a shit for a while. I honestly wasn't sad about Harry leaving, what I really was, was angry. I was angry that he decided he could just up and leave me, especially after all the times I had helped him.
I made my way into the pub and plopped down on a bar stool. I slammed my fist down on the counter to gain the bartender's attention.
"What can I get ye, sir?" He asked with a strong Scottish accent.
"Gimme a bottle of whiskey," I told him. He looked at me oddly and raised his eyebrow.
"A full bottle?" He asked. I nodded. He set a large glass bottle in front of me, and I threw some bills down on the counter then opened the bottle.
"Somethin' on yer mind, mate?" He then asked, leaning onto the table. I nodded, taking a swig of the whiskey.
"Just my boyf--....ex," I said a bit angrily.
"Yeah?" He questioned. I nodded. "How about ya tell me 'bout it."
"I don't know much," I told him. "All I truly know is that the asshole packed up all his shit one day and left. I didn't get a warning or anything." I tightly gripped the bottle until my knuckles turned white. I was just so damn angry.
"How long ago was this?" He asked me. I shrugged.
"What's the date?"
"The twentieth." My eyes widened. I knew I hadn't been keeping track of the date, but I didn't think that much time had passed.
"Three weeks," I mumbled, taking a sip of the whiskey. The bartender sighed.
"Mate," he said, "I think you should let it go, you know? Forget about him. Find someone who's worth yer time. Yer a nice lookin' lad, and m'sure you could easily find someone better." His words of inspiration really got to me and helped me out a lot. I decided then and there to forget Harry. I couldn't stand him half the time anyway. I didn't need him. I still had Damien. He understood me. He was going through the same shit as me. I needed Damien, not Harry.
"Thanks," I said, standing up and leaving my half empty bottle of whiskey on the counter.
"No problem," he said, waving at me as I headed put the door.
Finally I felt good. I felt decent. All thanks to some bartender.
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Zayn drama is over guys! Yay!
So I have posted a new fan fiction, and it would seriously mean so much to me if you guys would read it. It's called HIM. I've already posted the prologue and chapter one, and so far I've gotten some pretty good reviews. (:
I'll update again ASAP. Thanks so much for reading. I'm already at 60k reads! :D
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