A.N.: As theres a lot of drama because of the documentary, making a lot of people upset, I decided to post this short chapter already, because the thing I like to do when Im upset is reading and trying to forget drama :)

It's short, shitty AND uneventful, buttt that means that the next one will be so much better! I promise.

I hope you wont be too much confused and Im sorry but Zerrie's relationship will be mainly offscene...

remember, if you ever get hate, feel like trash or are sad for no reason: Youre beautiful, amazing, and my inbox is always open!

Love you! (vote/comment/fan please)

(also im sorry for those who hate gaming, but I enjoy it occasionally)

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"So, what's it gonna be? COD or FIFA?" Niall asked with the most serious facial expression ever, like the choice was a matter of life and dead.

"Call of Duty," Zayn stated, then added with a dramatic sigh, "I really need to kill some elektronic soldiers right now."

Harry watched him amused, "Why?" He shot back, chuckling, "Problems with your girlfriend? Want to release some tension?"

A snorting sound errupted, "I don't think I can even call her a girl /friend/ as she keeps avoiding me with no legit reason."

The playful banter of the two lads comforted Niall, making him smile softly while watching the scene, not participating anymore in the discussion.

The lack of interaction with his best friends those last weeks before, had made him feel some kind of homesickness -eventhough his real home was several hundreds of kilometres away- so he was more than ravished that the three of them had made up a couple of weeks ago.

Eventually Niall had confronted the other two about the abandoned state of their precious friendship the very day after his little chat with Liam. Zayn and Harry had felt very guilty for neglecting each other, especially Niall, so the three boys decided, after a sincere apoligize towards the blond boy, to have at least one 'lads night' every week.

This week they had planned a game night, meaning that Zayn had moved their playstation to Harry's dorm, as it was empty because Liam and Louis had plans of their own. Harry didn't even bother them anymore asking about it, knowing that he would only receive a vague answer (Although he had a feeling the vampires just went out to refill their bloodtank)

So they had sneaked a couple packet of crisps, a few cans of ice tea, beer and three packets of Maltesers, Zayn's favourites, into the room and, after chosing the right game, the 'lad's night' could finally take off.

Niall made quick work of putting the disc in the player as his curly haired friend threw him his controller.

Harry grabbed a hand of BBQ-flavoured crisps, stuffing them in his mouth before sweeping his greasy hand off at his trousers, not wanting to get the precious controller dirty.

"Wha do ya mean, she a'oiding ya?" He tried to speak in regards of Zayn's previous statement, as he munched on the salty snack, crumbs flying out of his mouth in between words.

"I don't know. Just from one moment to another, she started avoiding me. Looking for excuses

to not hang out with me anymore and always giving me those weird looks. Like she knows something I don't, something that's making her freak out. Hell, the only time she spend more than ten minutes with me was three day ago, and tha-"

Zayn quickly stopped his rambling, knowing that he couldn't mention his situation and Perrie's still vitally important presence when the moon got full, with Niall sitting in the same room.

He glanced at the Irish boy, whom fortunally seemed like he hadn't even noticed Zayn's abrupt stop, probably already having zoned out the complaining, while trying to set the game up.

Relieved, Zayn let his breath go, getting a warning look from Harry. He knew that he couldn't keep this forever a secret from Niall, but he surely hoped he could. Some kind of older brother instinct told him to protect the, seeming innocent, boy from the supernatural world.

Because although Niall knew about his freshly made friendship, more bond, with Perrie, he didn't have a clue for the reason behind and Zayn was about to keep it that way. For now, that is.

As Harry too had noticed Zayn's slip up, he decided to change the subject.

"Well, that's just how girls are. The most complicated enigma's. I'm so glad that I don't have to deal with that shit," Harry admitted as he shot down Zayn's character on tv, having made the firsy kill of the night. He fistpumped because of it.

Zayn grunted in return while Niall turned around to grin at him.

"Speaking of you and not-girls, it seems to go pretty well between you and Louis-that-I've-barely-met."

Harry smiled dreamily, Zayn useing his fall of concentration to strike back, killing on-screen Harry with his ak-47, giving him a head-shot.

And well maybe it was weird that his best friend had barely spoken twenty words to his boyfriend -what they officially are since Harry asked Louis last tuesday- but everytime he was with Louis, he just wanted the vampire for him alone. That wasn't so hard to grasp, right?

"Yeah, he's amazing," Harry blushed eventually, not elaborating.

His thoughts started once again to travel to destiny Louis Tomlinson, probably for the twelfth time already tgat day. Everything was pretty good indeed between Harry and Louis, well good even an understatement, everything was actually holy-fucking-great.

Harry couldn't even count the times he and Louis had end up kissing anymore, sometimes even ending in a shameless make-out session. No, they hadn't gone further than that yet, but the vampire still managed to surprise and impress Harry everytime, never, ever bored when in his company.

And maybe Louis sometimes gave him the feeling the vampire knew more than he let Harry believe, hiding stuff from the curly haired boy, and maybe he dissapeared occasionly with or without Liam, doing god-knows-what, god-knows-where, well then that only added to his mysterious personality. After all, he was a vampire, a creature with habits and needs that Harry had yet to fully figure out. Mystery flew just in their blood, or in their lack of it.

Basically, Harry was more than happy with how his life, especially love-life, had turned out this year. So he repeated once more,

"Yeah, he's truly amazing," in which Niall beamed, happy with his friend's newly found happyness.

"Look at us," Zayn mentioned, a dramatic tone curling around his voice, "We're like teenage girls discussing their love life. All that's missing is just some sparkling nail polish."

The three lads snickered, until Niall got the chance to take Zayn down with his sniper.

"God, I hate campers," The black haired boy muttered, "I think it's Niall's turn to be discussed," he proclaimed a bit louder, hoping this way to distract the blonde, dying to strike back.

"Yes, Niall, how are you?" Harry askded with a sincere concern clouding his eyes, "are you, okay? How's Josh treating you?"

Ever since the day Harry gad heard what happened with Niall and Josh, he couldn't feel anything but guilt for not having been there for his friend. Because of him, Niall had to go through it all by himself, without a comort cuddle from Harry's side. The guilt got so strong that Harry currently took every chance trying to make up for it. He checked on Niall's well-being at least three times a day and made sure Josh wouldn't hold a grudge against Niall.

Harry was ready to strike back if Josh would even have one homophobic thought in Niall's presence. Luckily that hadn't been the case yet as Josh was trying to keep Niall as a friend. They would never be as close as they used to be, but it was better than nothing.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Like I was every other time you asked. Josh's fine too. I think I'm already over him. You know, I was probably more in love with the thought of being in love with him, than loving him as a person," he shrugged, easily shooting Zayn down again, "So yeah, I'm good."

And he even spoke the truth, well sort of. Because yes, he didn't even think of Josh anymore, not in that way at least.

What he didn't tell his friends was that the place in his brains where Josh used to live, was taken over by the kind, amazing and handsome boy named Liam.

His friends didn't even know that Niall had already met Harry's room mate, let alone poured his heart out to him and slowly had fallen for the mesmerizing brown eyes. Niall knew he was practically digging his own grave for letting him be enchanted by a boy who even rejected him, but every time he saw the floppy head of brown hair in the hallway, his heart skipped a beat. Oh, what he would give for only one more chat with him.

The end of the game interrupted Niall's trail of thoughts. He had obviously won, something Zayn definitly didn't appreciate, asking immediately for a rematch.

They played until midnight, Niall winning half of the games, beating Zayn each time with at least double amount of kills. Afterwards rhe two took off to their own dorm, leaving Harry alone with the only company of the bands on his I-pod.

As it was a Friday, he wanted to stay up until he saw bright blue eyes climbing through the window, but he ended up falling asleep on his stomach even hours before Louis, and Liam, came back.

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