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"Zayn, can I stay at your place? Or do you not want a fa--"

"You're not a fag. You're Niall. Our best friend, no matter what. And yes, you can stay with me." Zayn smiled a little.

"Thank you."

"I'm sorry about Harry." Louis frowned.

"It's alright. I just have to get over him."

"Why?"

"He's straight, and happy with Taylor."

Zayn handed me the key to his flat and I softly smiled. "Liam, I'll be here Friday at noon, got it?" He smiled and nodded. I grabbed my suitcase, walking downstairs and past Harry.

"Niall, wait."

I turned to look at him. "Gonna call me more names? Start a fight? Gonna--"

"Niall!"

"What?!"

"I'm sorry."

"Bullshit. I'd rather have the drunk Harry who accepted me for who I am, instead of the sober Harry who thinks that just because I like guys, that I'm a completely different person!" I stomped out to Zayn's flat, unlocking the door and going to the guest room, tossing my bag on the bed. Taking out my phone, I noticed five missed calls from Harry. Whatever.

I walked towards Liams flat, knocking on the door. It's been two days since I last saw everyone but Zayn. The door opened, showing a tired Harry with red and puffy eyes. His eyes slowly connected with mine, widening. "Niall!" He screamed, wrapping his arms around me tightly. I just stood there. As much as I love this from him, he's been such an ass that I can't actually enjoy it. Someone cleared their throat from behind Harry, pushing him aside.

"LiLi!" I screamed, smiling. I hopped up, hugging him tightly, my legs around his waist.

"Niall!" Louis shouted.

"Lou, you saw me two days ago."

"Maybe, but the fridge is still full, and we haven't needed to shop every day for food, and Harry's been complaining."

"Isn't that a good thing that you haven't had to spend money? Wait... Harry's been complaining? About what, his punching bag not being around?" I snarled, my legs still around Liam's waist.

"I missed you..." Harry whispered.

What is he trying to pull? I hopped off of Liam, grabbing Harry's hand and pulling him to the guest room. I let go of his hand, sitting on the bed. He closed and locked the door, walking closer and closer. Oh no... My eyes widened and I scooted back until I hit the wall behind the bed, shaking. He's going to kill me. I walked right into his trap. He got on the bed, crawling closer and closer until I screamed. "Niall!" Liam screamed as I heard footsteps getting closer.

"He's going to kill me!" I screeched, shaking more, my hands shooting up to block my face.

"What?" Harry tilted his head, sitting in front of me. "Niall, I would never do that. I just wanted a hug."

"Why is the bloody door locked?!" Liam shouted from the other side.

"I locked it." Harry shrugged.

"I swear, if you do anything--"

"Hold on, LiLi.." I bit my lip, slowly lowering my hands, not taking my eyes off Harry, slightly shaking. "It's fine. I'll scream again if it's not." Harry stared at me and it got silent. "Why are you being nice?"

"I was just shocked when you said that, I'm sorry. When I'm drunk, I become one of those people who tell the truth."

"I should get you drunk more often." I smiled a bit. I can't help but still be a little relaxed around him.

He chuckled, rolling his eyes. "Oh hush."

"Harry... I... I need to tell you something."

"Talk."

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