Not My Cup of Tea // L.S.
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"Louis. I love Louis." Harry whispered. His eyes were shut, head bowed down. He was sweating like hell.
"Harry that's awesome!" Zayn nearly shouted while Liam hushed Zayn. Harry smiled at Zayn, finally opening his eyes and looking at him. Zayn hugged him and patted his back. Pulling away from the hug, Harry and Zayn both looked at Liam.
It was Liam who was sweating now.
"Li?" Zayn asked.
"Harry...I'm happy for you but I'm so sorry...I-Louis doesn't believe in love for himself...He thinks nobody can actually love him; he is even sure that nobody wants to befriend him...I-I'm really sorry Harry I can't even help it." Liam said shakily.
"I-but why?" Harry asked, almost in tears.
"I can't tell you that, I'm sorry. I'm not the right person who should, Louis is." Liam said.
Warning:
1. Mature language
2. Mature content
3. Substance usage: Cigarettes, Alcohol, etc.
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