I leaped out of my skin when the I heard a knock on the door. Perhaps watching horror films on my own wasn't an entirely great idea.

I pushed myself off the couch and ambled over to the door. I opened it to find no one there...

I had a bit of an internal freak out, then I realized that I'm being absolutely ridiculous. And, being the smart person I am, I finished the film before heading to bed even more terrified.

I stripped down then hopped in bed hastily as if being on the warm mattress was a safe zone. I pulled my duvet up over my face, not shielding my eyes as I frantically scanned round my vacant bedroom.

I felt pathetic; a 20 year old scared to death like a child. Nevertheless, I was nearly quavering with visions of a serial killer mauling me.

My mind somehow flicked to Harry. Where the heck was he anyways? It would be nice to have him here now, comforting me. And suddenly I felt emptiness. A pang on sadness hit the base of my stomach.

I miss Harry. I miss his warm body. In this time of irrational distress I want nothing more than to be in his strong, ridiculously tattooed arms with his plump lips pressed to my ear, whispering reassuring words to me.

But I was alone, fearful and alone. I wonder if I'd done anything wrong. Or if I was simply driving him away somehow... I can't bare the thought of losing Harry. I need him now.

Okay, so maybe I liked him a bit more than I initially realized. Being here without him is a bit of an eye opener... Maybe I do love Harry. More than just brotherly love.

I guess I'm not heterosexual, then.

Harry's POV:

So, I kind of ding-dong-ditched Zayn.

Kind of. Maybe (hopefully) he was asleep and he didn't hear me. But I felt a sudden jolt of negative energy course through me. I probably would have started sobbing if I took one glance at Zayn in that moment, so I decided it was best to not be put in that scenario.

I knocked urgently on Louis' door.

Louis was probably my closet friend. I trusted him with my life. He was crazy and spontaneous and sarcastic, which made him a very interesting person to hang out with. But above all else he was caring, and helpful,; a great listener. And he's the only one who knew about my feelings for Zayn.

"What is it, Harry?" Louis grumbled after swinging the door open fully.

I sniffled, "I need to talk,"

A sleepy Louis stood in the doorway rubbing the sleep from his eyes. He was obviously tired, as it was 23:30. He gave me a hard glare, but his annoyed features softened as he read my expression.

"Awe, Hazz..." Louis cooed, opening his arms. I fell into them and completely broke. I was sobbing uncontrollably in spite of myself.

Louis pulled me in and quickly shut the door, hiding me from the public eye. He led me to his dark leather couch, his skinny arms still around me. He released me from his embrace as I continued to have my little breakdown. After an elapsed period of time of me crying, and just letting it all out, I finally calmed down enough to gape at Louis.

"Please tell me what's wrong?" Lou requested, rubbing his small hand against my back.

"Zayn," I chocked out.

"Ah," he seemed to understand.

"He'll never love me back. Two years, Louis. I've loved Zayn for two years. I can't take it anymore! I just want him to be mine," I exclaimed in exasperation.

He patted my back and granted me a sympathetic expression. "Why don't you tell him how you feel? If he rejects you, then that's his loss. But, you'll know where you stand. It'll hurt, but eventually you'll find that person that can mend your heart. And if he loves you back, then rock on with your bad self."

"Bu-" I began

"I'm having none of your negativity," Louis interjected, his hand raised. "Have you seen the way that boy looks at you? If that's not love, then I don't know what is."

I dropped my head and stared down at my lap. "I guess you're right,"

"Sleep in my bed tonight, Hazz. I'll drive you home in the morning." Louis told me.

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