''What the fuck happened Harry?!'' Louis shouted as he answered my call.
'' I- I don't really know, Lou,'' I answered sincerely.
''How can you not know? Your lips were attached to another person's lips ... a freaking girl, none the less! I can't believe you, how could you this to Zayn?''
'' I fucked up,'' I sighed.
''You did,'' Louis said coldly.
''I swear that it wasn't my intention. I-I don't know how it happened. She just came up to me and kissed me, I don't even know who she is, and of course, paparazzi had to be there to take pictures of the whole thing! I told Zayn but he wouldn't believe me and now he's gone and he doesn't want to see me and I don't know what to do,'' I said frantically forgetting how to breathe.
''Harry, please, breathe. I mean you can't really blame him there are pictures and-''
I stopped him by saying, '' you should know that paparazzi pictures extrapolated from the context could mean anything.''
''I know, but Zayn doesn't''
'' I just don't want to lose him,'' I said as tears threatened to come out.
''Haz, he'll come around, just give him some time. I'm sure that as soon as he has cooled off a bit he'll be willing to hear you out,'' Louis tried to comfort me.
'' I-'' I was stopped,'' Sorry Lou I have an incoming call from management, I have to take it. Could you hold the line for a moment please?''
'' Sure Haz.''
So I answered the call.
'' Hello Mr. Styles, we hope you are enjoying the publicity you are getting."