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Lol, I could play Zayn…

Welcome!! When do we start? c:

Um… want to start now?

Alright!

I could start then? XD

Ooc: Okay! It's not the best start but it's the only thing I could come up with.

IC: Zayn sighed as he was sat on the couch, scrolling through Twitter on his phone. He sighed softly, closing his dark brown eyes as he leaned back on the seat. He knew Louis liked Harry. So why couldn't he just get over him already? Why couldn't he stop his feelings for the older lad? Why did they just keep growing stronger? He just wanted to make them disappear, but he couldn't. Finally, he decided to get his mind off of these thoughts that were corrupting his mind, and turned off his phone, and slid it into his pocket. He walked into the kitchen quietly, and grabbed himself a drink, heaving a soft sigh. Liam and Niall had gone out to Nandos, and Louis was doing only god knows what, and the Bradford boy hadn't seen Harry in a while, which left him all by himself in the kitchen, his only company his thoughts.

Ooc: Glad you think so! Haha. c:

IC: Zayn sighed as he took another gulp of his drink. He sighed quietly and placed it down on the table for a moment, his gaze flickering around the silent room. To say he was lonely would be an understatement. But he couldn't help but wonder what Harry had that he didn't. Why did everyone seem to like Harry? Why was everything always about him? He couldn't hate the younger lad, no, because it wouldn't be fair, but he still wasn't too thrilled to find out his crush likes someone else. It felt worse than a knife to the heart, it honestly did. A small sigh escaped the raven haired boys lips, and he collapsed in a chair, staring down at the beer bottle he had gotten from the fridge, a small frown making it's way to his face as he let his thoughts consume him.

Zayn finally had enough. He just wanted someone to talk to. Harry, Louis, Liam or Niall, it really didn't matter to him. He decided it be best for him to visit Harry, as the curly haired boy and him hadn't properly talked in a few days. It just seemed like Harry couldn't stand to look Zayn in the eye anymore. With a small sigh, he got to his feet and walked around, searching for his nineteen year old friend. "Harry?" He called quietly. "Hazza? Are you here?" He sucked in another deep breath, running a nervous hand through his raven hair.

Zayn forced a small smile onto his lips, as he sipped his beer once more. He was just glad that Harry seemed to be looking him in the eye. It made him feel better. "Hey there, Curly. Where have you been, mister? I haven't seen you in a while. I've missed you." He leaned back on the table slightly, his dark brown gaze locked on the younger boy standing before him. Sucking in his lower lip nervously, Zayn's grip on his drink tightened a bit. "I just wanted to talk, yeah? When's the last time we just talked?" He smiled again softly.

Zayn heard footsteps in the living room, and he sucked in a deep breath, his gaze falling to his feet. It had to be Louis, as Niall and Liam weren't home at the moment and knowing Niall, wouldn't be for a few hours to come. He bit his lower lip and glanced back up at Harry, who had broken eye contact with him, and once again he felt awkward. Unsure of what to say, he just took another sip of his drink. "Right then.." He mumbled softly to himself.

Zayn sighed. He hadn't seen Louis or Harry lately. He was sick of it. Sure, they all liked someone who didn't share the same feelings, but did that mean that they all had to just stand around and waste away, letting their broken hearts get the best of them? No. A small frown slipped onto his face, and he drew out another sigh. He couldn't stand it anymore. He missed the days were all five of them could just sit down and have a laugh, without Harry, Louis and himself ruining it all. With a small groan of annoyance and frustration, he curled his hands into uneasy fists. "This is ridiculous." He grumbled uneasily to himself.

Zayn needed time to think. Time to himself. He bit his lower lip and put his beer down, and climbed up the steps to his room, slamming the door shut behind him. He was ticked. Louis had left his room for once and he hadn't even spoken a word to Zayn, which made him feel worse inside than he had before. Why couldn't he just like someone else? Or...why couldn't Louis just like him instead of Harry? He always fell for the people he couldn't have, and it sucked. He fell face first onto his bed and hid his face in his pillow, narrowing his eyes at the wall in front of him. "You're such an idiot Zayn." He hissed quietly to himself, hugging his pillow close to him. "Why did you let yourself fall for him?"

Zayn's eyes were narrowed at the wall. It was a well known fact that he had always had a bit of a temper, he had always been moody. It was just the way he was. There were dents in his walls, signs he had been punching them. He just didn't know how else to channel his anger. Not only that, but he got drunk a lot. He didn't hide away in his room all day like Harry and Louis did, but he did hide away in the house all day, avoiding both Louis and Harry, as he couldn't quite find the strenght to say anything to the either of them. He groaned, punching his wall again, over and over until he felt his knuckles begin to bleed as the skin had worn away. His hissed slightly in pain, but ignored it as he just wiped the blood away and closed his eyes, trying to calm himself down.

Zayn sighed as he fell onto his back, staring up at the ceiling, his eyebrows furrowed together as he just thought about everything. The situation was stupid, and honestly...Zayn, being the most logical of the three (most of the time), knew they should probably just sit down and talk about it, instead of letting themselves continue on this way. It wasn't healthy, what they were doing. It wasn't okay. They just had some things to work out.

Zayn sighed and just paced around his room, to lost in his thoughts to hear the quiet footsteps of Louis as he walked down the stairs, or to notice the fact that Harry was gone, no longer with him. He glanced into his mirror, frowning at what he saw. He had stress lines showing, a frown on his face, and a almost dead look in his brown eyes. His raven hair was an untouched mess upon his head, and he had dark circles around his eyes. He groaned, and banged his head against his dresser.

Zayn's muscles visibly tensed at the sound of Louis's voice through the door, and his eyes widened. "Erm...y-yeah." He lied, hoping it wasn't too obvious as he backed up, only to knock into his mirror and cause it to fall and smashed into tiny pieces on his floor. Instead of feeling grief for his mirror, he simply sighed at the fact he would have to clean this all up. "I just...tripped. I'm so clumsy!" He mumbled.

Zayn had been trying to clean up the mess he had made with his mirror, but heard Louis's yelling and a door shut. He sighed, dropping the glass and getting to his feet, following after him. Why was he yelling for Harry? Was something wrong? He couldn't help but worry. After all, Louis and Harry were his friends, weren't they? He ran out the front door and after Louis, his curiosity getting the better of him.

Zayn felt like a stalker, but he followed behind Louis quietly, not making a sound as he did. He was sure Louis didn't even know he was there, and he liked it that way. Zayn had always been the quiet one, and not usually one to draw attention to himself. He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, still unsure of what was exactly going on, and he bit his lower lip hard nervously. Had Harry gone somewhere? What had happened? He didn't know, but he still followed.

Zayn glanced over at the two and sighed, walking over to them quickly. He glanced down at Harry, worry clear in his gaze. "What's going on?" He croaked out, biting his lower lip nervously. "Haz? Is he okay?"

Zayn was sat in Harry's hospital room, his eyes wide as e still tred to make sense of everything that had happened. At seeing the younger nod eyes open he let out a small surprised, but relieved sound. "Hazza?"
He said softly.