We MaDe It

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"Where you've been?"

Harry was nearly headbutted by  Brooklyn as he stepped inside the room. What now?

"I left my wallet at the bar, didn't Louis tell you?" Harry wanted to escape into the shower and wash any trace of Kendall, but Brooklyn was up in his face. "Do you mind?"

"Yes, I do mind, Harry. I have been looking everywhere for you, one guest even try to help me in my search, he thought I've lost my little boy, but that's beside the point. Zayn needs you."

"Baby." Harry walked further into the hotel room calling for Zayn. All he saw was Niall sleeping on one of the couches, and Louis sprawled in another like someone who's had too many pizza slices, possibly asleep as well. He turned to face Brooklyn. "Where's Zayn?"

"In the bathroom. He's not feeling good. Jetlag, I think. He's puking, eurgh." Brooklyn answered.

"We're still within Europe, in the same time zone. How can he have jetlag? That doesn't make sense." Harry stared at him puzzled.

"What doesn't make sense is you arguing with Brooklyn about jetlag and not checking on your ill spouse, Harry." Came Louis's tired response, "What took you so long? Kendall finally had you in a corner and stuck her claws on you then?" He teased then winced in pain, rubbing his stomach. He'd overdone it on the welcome buffet feast provided by the hotel.

"It is busy out there with people checking in, you know. There were, queues by the lifts. That's all. I didn't see Kendall." Harry lied poorly he could feel his forehead getting wet and clammy. 

"Who's Kendall?" asked Brooklyn looking at him.

"No one." Harry said firmly.

"Kendall is Harry's ex. And after years of disappearing from the face of the earth, Kendall magically appeared in a hotel recommended by our Harold here. Coincidence? I think fucking not." Louis said sitting up properly. With his change in position, it meant he was looking up at Harry. "Why are you sweating? Is that guilt leaving your pores? I know how aggressive Kendall gets, you two had a quickie?"

Brooklyn looked Harry up and down as if searching for evidence of the said quickie. "Tell me where this Kendall person is, I need to talk to him."

Harry scoffed. "Looks like the only person who clearly knows who I am is asleep. So why don't you both keep your point of views that will never be to yourselves. I will never cheat on my husband, not ever. Alright. And Brooklyn, Kendall is a she. Now if you'll excuse me, my husband needs me." He said then turned on his heels, making it to the bathroom.

"Harry, wait." Brooklyn called after him.

Harry sighed loudly annoyed, he stopped though, but not bothered to turn around, "What?" He said curtly.

Brooklyn walked around him, and stood looking up at Harry who, at six feet, was way taller. He pouted, and Harry thought that was cute. Okay, maybe he was rude to him.

"What do you have to say?" He asked softly.

"Just as you came in, I was going to take this to Zayn. You might as well." Brooklyn said holding his hands out to him. In one, was a glass of water and a pill on the other.

Harry thanked him taking the glass, but looked suspiciously at the pill, it was blue in colour. "What kind of a pill is this?" he had to ask.

"What do you think it is..Viagra? Give him that, see what happens." Brooklyn rolled his eyes when Harry just stared as if in two minds, "its an antisickeness for goodness sake. Just give it to him, cause if he keeps on wretching like he's doing, I'm about to join him. And I hate being sick. And just hold on a sec, yeah." Said Brooklyn opening his fanny pack, and pulled out wet wipes. "Can I?"