"Hey Zayn, guess what did I find out while talking to Eleanor?" I ask pretending to be smug.

"What?" Zayn asks taken aback.

"She likes you." I singsong.

"What bullshit!! She likes you!" Liam fires at me.

"Why are you getting worked up? Is someone jealous?" Niall smirks as I say this.

"J- j- jealous, me? Why would I be jealous? I don't like Eleanor or Zayn." He defends quickly.

"Anyhow, she's interested." I turn back to Zayn as we drive home. "She wants me to set you up with her. What do you say?"

"Um, I- I don't know. I'm not sure." Zayn quickly chances a glance at Liam who looks pissed.

"Why, do you like someone else?" I look at Liam with a smirk.

"Uh- no- y- yes." Zayn stutters.

"What was that?" Niall raises his eyebrows

"Yes, I like someone." Zayn affirms softly.

"Who?" Liam asks with his eyes shut in anger or misery I don't know. Zayn doesn't reply. I stop the car at the side and turn around.

"You have to tell us," I tell him stubbornly, crossing my arms, "otherwise I'll keep trying to set you up."

"It's just someone, let it go." Zayn pleads chancing another quick look at Liam 'Ah, that was a mistake young man.'

"Is it a guy? Because we wouldn't make fun of you." I press tentatively.

Zayn flushes a deep red. "Just set me up on the god damn date." He mutters furiously and gets out of the door, slamming the door as he gets out. I look at the two of them and get out to talk to Zayn. He is leaning against one of the cars parked nearby.

"Zayn-" I reach out to touch his arm.

"Just lemme be, Lou." He mutters stiffly and turns away.

"I know you like him." I mumble softly.

"What the hell?" He turns to me. "What are you going on about? I don't like Liam." He defends heatedly.

"But you just gave yourself away. I said him and you automatically assumed I meant Liam. Why are you lying to us, Zayn? You're my best buddy, why would you lie to me of all people. Hell I'm even bisexual. What are you hiding from?"

"Everything. The rejection, the disgusted looks, the - I've seen how bad it gets." He whispers fearfully.

"People get over it. You can handle it if I can."

"You get bullied so much for being just bisexual. I'll be buried alive. And he doesn't like me anyway." Zayn just looks down.

"You don't have to come out at school. It can just remain among the four of us. And I'm pretty sure he likes you." I hug the insecure boy.

"Thanks Lou, but what if Liam is straight? He was in a long relationship with Danielle Peazer after all."

"He could be bisexual. We'll talk to him later, yeah? Let's just get home first.

We both get into the car and Zayn awkwardly admits to being gay but wanting it to be a secret. I drop all off them at their respective houses and secretly high five Niall. Part two and three of Operation Ziam, check. Part four, Liam's sexuality.

I go home and greet my sisters. Going to my room I switch on the telly browsing through the channels which show nothing worth my time. My phone rings and I welcome the distraction, but all my eagerness disappears with one look at the caller ID - Eleanor. I reluctantly pick up and say hi.

"Hey Louis!! What's the situation with Zayn and Liam?" She asks a little too eagerly.

"The situation is under wraps, looks like we won't need the fake date after all." I smile at the thought.

"Oh! That's nice." She lies.

"Bye El, talk to you later." 'hopefully never' I say hanging up without waiting for a response. I decide to get my homework done.

Mum calls me downstairs for dinner after which I go to sleep.

The next day at school I'm sitting in chemistry with Harry who as usual is dutifully taking notes.

"Mr Styles." The teacher called out and Harry immediately stands up. "Explain topic 14b to the class." He commands.

Harry desperately looks at me for help and I smile at him, standing up. "He isn't comfortable with speaking, sir." I tell the teacher.

"I don't care, he has to speak." The man raises his voice. Harry is panicking.

"MR STYLES SPEAK NOW OR RISK FAILING." Mr Drew furiously bangs his desk.

"Sir, please don't pressurise him, he's freaking out." I plead.

"SIT DOWN TOMLINSON. NOT A WORD! STYLES SPEAK!"

Harry shakes his head, a tear rolling down his cheek.

The teacher rushes over to Harry. "I asked you to speak, don't make me take action." He warns and Harry cowers under his stare. He takes a deep breath and shakes his head. Mr Drew steps back for a second pulling on his hair and Harry runs out of the class.

"COME BACK, MR STYLES!!" Mr Drew yells.

"I told you not to pressurise him. Now you've scared him away." I spit out venomously. "I'm going to get him!" I defiantly walk out of the class, looking for Harry.

I check the washroom and music room to no avail. I check all the empty classrooms - nada. It finally clicks and I rush to the library, finding him tucked away in a little corner.

I go close and sit down next to him. I reach out to touch him but then remembering his fear of touch, I just softly call out "Harry?"

He looks up at me with tear stained cheeks, sobs wracking his body. "Don't cry love!" I say softly. "Do you want me to hold you?" I ask carefully. He wildly shakes his head and tries to back away. "Okay, okay, calm down love, I won't touch you." I lock my hands behind my back to reassure him. "Look my hands are behind my back. Please don't cry."