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"Yeah… why did you?" Zayn sighed, his eyes filled with worry still, his gaze locked Harry.

Zayn raised an eyebrow, suddenly feeling guilty. Harry had left because of him. "Harry, I would never want you gone! Your my friend and I care about you!" He replied, as he gazed down at Harry, afraid to touch him in fear that he would hurt him more than he already was.

Zayn frowned even more, a soft sigh escaping his lips. "I do care about you." He insidted gently. "You've been one of my best friends for years. I do care! I'm not lying at all. Why do you doubt me?"

Zayn just sighed once more, slumping where he sat as he turned his head away from Harry. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to ignore the numbing pain he felt settling in his heart.

Zayn bit his lower lip, trying so hard to keep himself calm. "Haz… you don't really think I don't care about you, do you?" He whimpered. He couldn't believe that Harry would think that for a second. Zayn loved him. Not in the way he loved Louis, but he still lived him as a brother.

Zayn hook his head slowly. "Your a terrible liar, Harry." He sighed. "You know I could never hate you, right? I have no reason to hate you. You never gave me any." He grabbe Harry's hand in his own an gave it a soothing squeeze, his gaze fixed on Harry. For once Harry had all his attention and not Louis.

Zayn jumped slightly at Louis's sudden outburst, feeling rather startled. "Are you okay, Louis?" He squeaked in alarm.

Zayn bit his lower lip. "What I he just needs time by himself…? You know, to cool down?" He asked quietly, his gaze traveling down to his hands. "I don't want him to get mad at me for bothering him when he wants and needs to be alone."

Zayn nodded a bit, sucking in his lower lip. "I will." He promised with a confirming nod. "Just promise me that you won't run like that again? You know we all hate it when your hurt." He whispered to him, fiddling with his thumbs to occupy himself.

Zayn jumped, feeling rather startled as he glance down at Harry. Why had he just down that? He bit down on his lower lip and backed up a bit. This was all so ridiculous. Why were they all dping this to themselves? "Harry?!" He squeaked in alarm.

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(Alright! Sorry if my post sucks, I gtg.)

Harry was going to the bar. He just had a lot on his mind and he needed some way to get it all off. With a small sigh he entered it, glancing around at the dancing couples and drunken people that surrounded him. He had been drinking a lot lately. It just helped get rid of those feelings that he didn't want. All his friends had told him it wasn't healthy, but Harry didn't care much anymore. He sat down on a stool and ordered himself a drink. As soon as it was handed it to him he gulped it down quickly. He adjusted the beanie that was on his head, some of his curls sticking out as he did. He shifted in his seat, his gaze flickering around. He also got a great kick out of watching the other drunken idiots do the stupidest things.

Harry, by the time Niall had gotten there, was pretty wasted. He sat on the stool, watching the other drunk people pass out or do the stupidest and silly stuff. He had even witnessed a bar fight, which had startled him a bit, but he was over it now. He got himself another shot, and chugged it down as quickly as he could, determined to get so wasted he wouldn't even know his name. He had recently came out as bi to his parents, who had basically disowned him for his sexuality, not to mention half of his friends left him, and those who had stayed assumed he liked everyone he laid his eyes one. Ha, as if. His heart belonged to a certain blonde, blue eyed Irishman. Niall Horan. He glanced down at his hands at the memory of his Irish friend. He hadn't seen him in a month, and he certainly did miss him. That was win he felt someone tug at his hand and bring him out to the dance floor. He had done this millions of times, get drunk, bring someone home. Everyone had their share of one night stands didn't they? Exactly. He wasn't doing anything wrong like his friends claimed. It was a part of life. He was too drunk to say 'no' anyways, so the person that had snagged him-a man that looked around to be in his early twenties-was basically taking advantage of his drunken state.

Harry noticed his partner was beginning to get really into it. It wasn't that he minded, or usually he wouldn't, but something killed the mood. His eyes had caught sight of the all too familiar blue eyes that were on him just before they looked down. The curly haired boy cleared his throat and excused himself as he walked over to Niall. He still was searching his fogged up mind for a name to put with the face. Blue eyes, blonde hair, pale skin...wait. He paused, just as he reached the Irish boy, and gasped out. "N-Niall?!" He slurred in surprise. "Niall! I haven't seen you in forever!" He sat down next to him, his soft green gaze locked on him, as his mind blocked out everyone and everything else in the club. "What are you doing here?"

"Ahh, that I do." Harry agreed quietly as he gazed at the Irish lad, a smirk on his lips. He had missed him so much. "Hey, you okay?" He noticed that Niall's gaze was lowered, as if the floor was the most interesting thing on the planet. His smirk fell. Was Niall mad at him for something? He wasn't even smiling like he always did. "Erm...I mean...how have you been, lately? We haven't exactly talked in a while...how long has it been? A month?" He asked, his words badly slurred as he narrowed his eyes, deep in thought. Yes, it had been a month, he was sure of it. "Wow. So it's really been a while then, yeah?"

Harry stiffened at the question. How did one tell their best friends that they've been getting drunk and sleeping around because they were having some kind of emotional problems caused by family issues? You simply don't. So he just shrugged his shoulders a bit, turning his head away from Niall for the first time since he caught sight of him. "Fine...same as you." He lied as well, running his fingers through his hair. He always did that when he needed to calm himself down or he was feeling awkward or nervous. Right now, it was a mixture of all three. He loved Niall. He was in love wtih him, and he didn't want to do anything stupid...though he probably would, as he was drunk. Very drunk.

Harry winced a bit at that. His parents screaming at him for coming out, things being thrown, the names that he had been called. It was supposed to be his and his parents bonding time as they claimed they were drifting apart. Harry wouldn't call the result a vacation. It had traumatized him. Made him self conscious about himself and his sexuality. His parents said that it was 'just a phase' and that when he was 'cured' he could come see them, but until then he had to keep himself away from them and his sister for good. "Um...fine." He lied once again, shaking his head to try and rid himself of the memories. God, the drinks just weren't working as well tonight. "It was great really...I missed you a lot though.."

"So um...what have you been doing while I was gone?" Harry questioned the Irish boy, his gaze trailing down to his feet nervously. He was just so tempted to kiss Niall on his soft, pink lips, and the alcohol he had consumed didn't help one bit. But he couldn't just kiss him, as Niall was his best friend, and he would only make this awkward, wouldn't he? What would Niall say if he found out all the time they've been friends, Harry had been wishing, longing to be more? He squeezed his eyes shut and sucked in a deep, nervous breath. "Anything fun?"

"He got a lip ring?" Harry asked, raising an eyebrow. "Huh..I guess I should have seen that one coming though." He shifted on the stool. He knew he had to tell Niall. He had been keeping it a secret since the day they met, and that wasn't fair to him at all. So with a small sigh, he turned his head over to Niall. It wasn't an easy thing to say. Especially when it was your biggest secret. But he couldn't keep it a secret any longer. "Niall...I um...I need to tell you something."

Harry opened his mouth to speak, but no sound came out. Instead he froze for a moment, and shut his mouth, then opened it again. He repeated that a few times, as though he wanted to say it, but he couldn't. He was scared to. How do you say something like that? Admitting that your bi and that you loved your best friend was a lot...especially if it was your best friend you were confessing to. He swallowed thickly and released another breath, his fingers once again running through his curls. "Um..." He finally found the strength to speak. "Um...well I um...I'm...I'm...."