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"Babe? What happened? I woke up to one of your maids putting out the roses I gave you and saying you left." Louis answered when Harry called him.

"Don't call me babe." Harry warned.

He was sitting in the backseat of his car, which was where he had slept last night, parked in a Starbucks parking lot.

He had the window cracked, breathing in the coffee smell for comfort.

"What? What's wrong?" Louis asked.

"Louis I know you're cheating. I saw the messages." Harry said, choking back tears.

"Look since you told them you were going to break up with me soon why don't you just go ahead and do it?"

"Harry....I'm really sorry. Okay? We met when I was in-"

"I don't care! I don't give a shit how you met them! The only reason I'm talking to you is to break up! We're done, got it? Don't you ever show up at my house again! Don't try to call me anymore! I don't want shit to do with you anymore!" Harry yelled at him.

"Harry-"

"I knew all along you were just a liar! I knew it." He continued.

"But Harry....I love you. I know I made a bunch of mistakes but I love you." Louis said desperately.

"No you don't! Quit lying to me! You're such a sorry excuse for a man! You know that?" Harry spat.

"You're nothing but a liar and this whole relationship has been so unhealthy! So I'm ending it-"

"Unhealthy? What magazine did you read that told you that, Harry?" Louis asked skeptically.

"I didn't have to read a magazine. It was obvious." Harry said.

"You certainly didn't act like it was obvious." Louis said.

"This isn't about me! This is about you and the fact that you're an unfaithful liar. You heard what I said before and that stands forever. I'm done with you." Harry said, hanging up.

He wiped his tears away, not really feeling any better.

In fact, he felt worse.

But Harry couldn't cry any more.

His eyes ached, his chest ached, and all he wanted to do was go to bed.

But how could he sleep that bed anymore?

His whole life had been torn apart.

Harry looked back down at his phone, seeing a message from an unknown number.

hey it's Liam, I'm having a party tonight and I'd love it if you came. There'll be plenty of drinks, loud music, perfect environment to have fun and get away. Hope to see you

Harry stared at the message, not even concerned with how he got his number.

He thought for a moment, not seeing anything wrong with going and getting drunk.

It would help him forget, and that's all he wanted right now.

To leave reality in the dust and kill some brain cells.

That's exactly what he was going to do.

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Late that night, Zayn was about four-thousand strokes into a masterpiece when he suddenly got a phone call.

He got up from the floor where the canvas was laying, wiping his paint covered hands on a rag before he walked over and got his phone.

"Harry?" He frowned, looking at the clock.

It was almost one in the morning.

"Zayn." He said, drawing out the A sound.

"I need you." He said quietly.

"You what?" Zayn frowned.

"I need you. M'in your driveway m-may I come in please?" He stuttered.

"You..." Zayn trailed off, frowning and rushing over to his window.

He looked out, seeing Harry sitting on the hood of his Audi.

"I see you!" Harry grinned, stumbling to his feet and waving at Zayn.

"Oh my God." Zayn mumbled, hanging up and hurrying to the front door.

"You're going to wake my mom up why are you here? Where have you been?" Zayn asked as he rushed out to him.

His usually glossy curls looked sort of dry, and messy.

He was obviously wasted, reeking of alcohol.

His shirt was unbuttoned further than usual, something splattered on the front of it.

"I went and I got really silly and drunk and now I'm here because I almost crashed driving. I was bad." Harry said, his words slurring together.

"You're not supposed to drive drunk. So I'm not. I came here cos I need you." Harry continued.

"Need me for what?" Zayn asked, the rocks hurting his bare feet.

"I slept in my car last night. I had my-my heart broken all over again this morning. I can't sleep in my bed because Louis and I had sex there. Sleeping there would make me want to kill myself. C-Can I sleep in your bed?" Harry asked, swaying as he tried to stay standing.

"Um, I guess. Just...c'mon and try to stay quiet." Zayn said, grabbing his arm and pulling him along.

"It was Liam's party. I think he hates me now." Harry mumbled.

"Why would he hate you?" Zayn asked.

"I punched him in the face." Harry said, almost falling over when Zayn let him go.

"Hey, easy." Zayn said, quickly grabbing him by the shoulders after he closed his bedroom door.

"Why'd you punch Liam in the face?" Zayn asked.

"He grabbed my ass." Harry replied.

"Ah. Good reason." Zayn said, making a face.

"Okay, um, I'm pretty sure you need to lay down now before you fall and break something." Zayn said, trying to think straight.

"Yeah. I'm ready to go night night." Harry said with a drunk grin.

"Right. Uh, how about you take this off?" Zayn said, referring to Harry's shirt.

If that was vomit splattered on it he didn't want that in his bed.

"You want me to....get undressed?" Harry smirked, stumbling a little as he unbuttoned his shirt and let it drop to the floor.

Zayn winced as the shirt fell near his canvas, thankful that it missed the wet paint.

Harry started to unbutton his jeans but Zayn quickly stopped him.

"That's enough. Just..come over here and lay down okay?" He asked, walking Harry in front of him towards the bed.

Harry smiled, spinning around to face Zayn. "I h-have a question."

"Okay." Zayn said cautiously.

Harry chuckled, pulling Zayn with him as he stumbled backwards and fell down into bed.

"Harry-" Zayn said quickly, blushing and pushing himself up off of him a bit.

Harry giggled, grabbing Zayn's shirt and pulling him a little closer before spreading his hands out on Zayn's chest and biting his lip.

"Do you think I'm pretty?" He asked softly, looking up at him.

"Uh, p-pretty?" Zayn stuttered.

"Yeah." Harry said, staring with a little smile.

Beautiful, actually.

Even like this.

"Um, Harry listen I-"

"Kiss me." Harry whispered, trying to pull him down so their lips could meet.

"No, uh, nononono." Zayn said quickly, getting off of him and the bed.

"Uh, you just...go to sleep okay? You're really drunk." He said, clearing his throat and fixing his shirt.

Harry pouted for a moment.

"How can I sleep?" He eventually asked.

"I was in bed when it happened, you know." He said quietly, looking at the ceiling.

"When what happened?" Zayn asked, sitting on the bed.

Harry's face began to twist up and turn red.

"When he t-touched me." He croaked out.

Zayn frowned. "Who?"

"The man next door. My mom liked him lots. My sister thought he was funny. He called me handsome." Harry said.

"Dad wasn't home. It was just after my parents split up when he swooped in. He was staying over that night I can't remember why. I was upset because mom made me go to bed and let my sister stay up. He came in and told me he would make me feel better but I couldn't tell anyone." Harry said, tears rolling down the sides of his head and into his hair, his stare focused on the ceiling.

He licked his lips. "Mom was done loving me by then. After the divorce she changed and all I wanted was-was love. I thought that's what he was giving me. He said such nice things but then it started to hurt and his words weren't so nice. He blamed me because I started crying and telling him I couldn't do it anymore."

"Harry..." Zayn said, his chest starting to hurt.

"I told my mom what he did and before they took him away he told me it was all my fault. Since then I hated myself. I needed approval, I needed attention. Anything to distract myself, anything to make me feel normal again. But I couldn't get it from my mom or dad so I fought for attention at school, in p-public, anywhere." He continued.

"I've felt alone my whole life." He started crying harder now.

"I've never found that comfort you talked about. That-That real feeling that everything was going to be okay. I'm so broken and I can't even look at myself. Maybe he was right. M-Maybe I don't deserve that feeling. Maybe I am just ugly and worthless. God, I hate myself so much." He started to sob.

"I'm so drunk and cold and I can't breathe!"

Zayn swallowed, blinking his tears away and laying down next to Harry.

"I'm here, okay? Just breathe with me and try to relax. Everything is going to change now okay? I-I promise. But you have to relax and just get some rest." Zayn said, pulling the covers up over them and pulling Harry into his arms.

Harry buried his face in Zayn's neck, trying to stop shaking.

"Every time someone touched me since then I felt anxious or s-sick. Even when Louis touched me. B-But...." He trailed off, his tired eyes getting heavy.

"But?" Zayn whispered, wondering if he was holding him too tight.

"I don't feel that with you." Harry admitted, his last sentence being the most slurred.

But Zayn heard him loud and clear.