*Louis' POV* 🦔
"Bye Harry!" I yelled to him as he walked back to his car
Harry was dropping me off home after a long day of school.
He smiled at me as he go into his car and drove away.
I walked back into the house and went up to my room. Mark and I haven't really talked since the fight.
I stayed in my room all day texting away with Harry.
Sometimes I felt that my happiness was to dependent on Harry and that couldn't be good.
Of course it's a great thing that he makes me happy, but he shouldn't provide all of my happiness.
I also felt as though I was to clingy. Which is why I wished Niall would hang out with me more.
He's always there when it's most important, but I wished he would be around even when I wasn't in trouble.
Maybe I was asking for too much. I mean I have a boyfriend, and a great friend, my sisters. So what else could I ask for?
My thoughts were interrupted by a ding coming from my phone.I looked at it a saw it was a message from Harry.
Harry💕🐸:I'm gonna go to bed. Sleep well boo.
I check the time and realize it's already 12:00. I put my phone down and go downstairs to grab some water.
I grab my cup and start to move to go back up stairs when I hear a knock on the front door.
I stop and look towards the door.
Who could it be at this hour?
I hear the knock again, so I begin to walk towards the door.
The knock is heard a third time before I open it. There standing before my eyes is none other than Zayn himself.
"What the hell are you doing here!?" I whisper yell
"Listen I don't wanna be here as much as you don't want me to be here but I'm pretty drunk and I can't go home right now. My dad will be furious." He says nervously
"What why not? Sure you'll get in trouble, but he's you're dad. What's the worse that can happen?" I say
"Please Louis, just trust me?" He says
"Trust you? Pfft. Zayn it's me Louis! You absolutely hate my guts, why would I trust you?" I say crossing my arms.
"I know, but my dads, not like most." He says looking around nervously
"What do you mean?" I ask with actual concern.
"Never mind I'll just sleep on a bench or something." Zayn says beginning to walk away.
"Zayn wait, you can stay here." I say thinking that if he's willing to sleep on a bench rather than at home. Then his dad must be pretty bad.
"Thank you so much Louis." He says walking in.
"Yea yea. Let's go to my room don't wanna wake my dad." I tell him walking up stairs.
We enter my room and I sit on the bed while Zayn stands awkwardly by the door.
"So where exactly am I gonna sleep?" He asks awkwardly
"Well on the bed. Don't worry I'll sleep on the floor." I say getting up to grab blankets for myself.
"Oh no you can sleep on the bed with me. I mean I am here so late after all and I wouldn't wanna cause you any discomfort." He says hesitantly
I reluctantly nod my head and sit back down on the bed. He comes over and sits on the other side. "You want some other clothes?" I ask slightly yawning
"No, none of your clothes will probably fit me anyway considering your so short." He says turning around to inspect my room
And I swear I almost threw him out because of that comment.
"Yea okay make yourself comfortable I'm gonna go use the restroom." I say leaving my room.
By the time I come back Zayn's shirtless in my bed on his phone.
"You know you don't seem very drunk." I say laying down next to him.
"Must of sobered up by now." He says mindlessly tapping at his phone.
"What you're not gonna kick me out are you?" He asks turning off his phone to look at me.
"No, I was just wondering why you couldn't go home." I state
He looks nervous and he begins fidgeting.
"Listen if you don't wanna tell me that's fine. I know we're not really close. But I'm genuinely worried Zayn" I ask not thinking about everything he's done to me.
"Well...." He says nervously
He takes a deep breath. And looks me in the eye searching for something.
"I have an abuse dad?" He says looking away.
I'm speechless as I try to comprehend what he's telling me. The boy who's bullied me for years, who I always thought had a perfect life, had an abuse father.
I mean sure Mark hit Fizzy. But that was one time. I couldn't imagine what it's like to have that happen every day.
"And he hits my mom every day. And he recently started hitting me too. And he always brings his slut girlfriend around and I just can't anymore." Zayn says his voice cracking.
"I have sisters you know? And my mom sent them away to live with my aunt because she didn't want them to see him like that. But now everything's just so much worse. I wish he would just hurt me instead of my mother." Zayn says while crying
"Zayn I'm so sorry." I say pulling him into a hug.
And maybe I could actually forgive the boy for all he's done. I wouldn't forget I could never but maybe Zayn was the friend I needed.
"And he's really fucking homophobic too. Which is why I'm so mean to you. For being gay. He's just always been on my case for not liking sports and liking more creative things." He says sniffling
"He's always calling me a fag. And maybe I am? You know? I am gay." Zayn says quietly
Wait Zayn? Gay? There was no possible way.
"And I've known for so long. Yet I've never admitted it. But here I am coming out to my worst enemy." He says sadly chuckling
"Zayn. I had no idea you had to go through that." I say
"Louis I'm so so sorry. For being such a fucking prick towards you. I know there's absolutely no excuse for it and I understand if you don't wanna be friends. But at least try to forgive me?" He says looking at me
"Tonight you really showed me how much of a great guy you are. And now I want show you who I really am." Zayn says
"I forgive you Zayn. And I guess we can try to be friends." I say
"Louis, really I don't deserve someone like you in my life." He says smiling at me
"Yeah I know I'm great. Now who are you crushing on?" I say sassily
"What do you mean?" Zayn asks nervously
"Well, to know your gay you have to have or had feeling for a man right?" I ask
"So who is it?" I pry
"Umm...it's Liam." He says very quietly
I still hear him though and my jaw drops. Liam? I mean it kind of makes sense.
"You have to tell him!" I say excitedly
"And why the hell would I do that." Zayn asks
"Because I'm sure he likes you to." I say remember all the longing looks Liam's given him.
"I don't think so." Zayn says yawning.
"He totally does but whatever, let's sleep you're clearly tired." I say taking off my shirt because god is it hot in my room.
"Turn off that lamp yeah?" I say pointing to the one on his side.
He does so. And I turn off mine and we slowly drift off to sleep.
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I awake to someone calling my name downstairs. I rub my eyes and the familiar voice comes closer.
The door swings open and Zayn begins to stir in his sleep.
At the door I see Harry standing there looking at me really hurt
Oh shit what have I done?
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A/N: Srry I've been lacking in updates. I've just been super busy with my personal life, and had rlly bad authors block. Plus I'm a procrastinator so..
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