The water glistens underneath the luminescent moonlight. Harry is entranced by the waves moving gently across the earth, dark blue absorbing the stars in the night sky. He gets stuck in his thoughts, forgetting everything and everyone around him, something that happens to him often. Sometimes he's ashamed of it, but sometimes he enjoys that trait about himself because he's able to ignore the negativity that surrounds him.

But at this moment, he's glad to snap out of it when he feels someone else's arm brush against his own, head turning to see Zayn resting his chin on top of the railing, separating humanity from the ocean, the statue of liberty out in the distance, glowing.

Harry bites his bottom lip nervously. Zayn was vulnerable with him tonight, revealing something of his past that Harry hadn't a clue affected him so much to this day.

He appreciates Zayn being so open. He just wishes he could do the same without being embarrassed. But Harry has to get the guts to say something, at least just once for tonight or they won't be in touch with each other. Harry can tell because Zayn doesn't feel close to him since he is so secretive. Zayn doesn't know why he doesn't like going into others cars, homes, taking gifts, or is insecure about himself. It could be Harry just putting it all on himself. But its not. It's more than that.

Telling Zayn about his dad fit in the conversation they were having earlier, so it just easily slipped out. But Harry can't just blantly tell him anything such as what Zayn did earlier. He's a coward.

Suddenly a few voices come from behind them, making Harry turn quickly to see a group of guys, obvious cigarettes in their mouth, lighting the night up red. The strange men shakes Harry up and he moves a bit closer to Zayn who notices the sudden discomfort and where Harry's gaze is toward.

Zayn picks his head up, draping an arm around Harry's shoulders and soothing Harry by rubbing and squeezing his shoulder. Harry looks back at Zayn, smiling slightly.

"I had a nice time." He says.

"Me too." Zayn says, nodding. "We should do this again one day." He states.

"I agree." Harry says. He looks back towards the water. "Um, you know how I was talking about my dad earlier?" Harry asks, not looking at Zayn, too afraid.

"Yeah." Zayn says, sounding glum.

"He's dead now...but he was the one that kind of made me who I am today." He states.

Harry looks at Zayn eventually when he doesn't say anything and he sees that he's already looking back at him.

"How'd he die?" Zayn asks.

"He was in a gang." Harry responds.

No reaction comes from Zayn and Harry likes that.

"Mum tried hiding it from me. But I looked through his records on this website to see why he was arrested and in prison for ten years." Harry continues. "Gang violence." He says. "One day-" Harry pauses, feeling himself start to sweat in the midst of the muggy air. "One day, ten years ago, when my dad was out of prison, he took me to this apartment. It was really gross. Dingy. And smelled bad. I didn't like it. But he said it was for business. So he told me to sit on a couch and wait for him until he gets back. So I did." Harry says. "I was sitting there for an hour. I counted. And two men came out of a room my dad went in. They saw me and they were smiling. I didnt know why, but then they started to touch me in places I didn't like because mum said they were my private parts. And when something is private it's only for you." Harry says.

"R-Right?" He questions, voice shaky as he looks at Zayn.

Zayn nods quickly. "Right babe." He says quietly.

"And the whole time I didn't say anything because they said this is because my dad owes something, and if I told anyone they would kill my dad." Harry says. "I didnt want my dad killed because of me, even if he was mean." He states with a shake of his head. "But he's dead, so, now I'm telling you." Harry says quietly.

Zayn looks at a loss for words, attempting to not show any emotion on his face. He looks away and towards the water silently, gripping onto Harry's shoulder tightly, having him impossibly close to his body that he may as well be attached to Zayn.

"Is that why you don't like going in other people's homes or cars?"

Harry nods. "Apart of it." He says.

"T-There's more?" Zayn asks.

Harry doesn't respond, just looking at Zayn. But eventually he nods. "Yeah." He whispers, voice cracking.

Zayn takes his arm off the man, turning to wrap both of his arms around him, resting his head on his shoulder considering Harry is taller than him.

Zayn even wonders how not only this affected Harry but Anne and his sister, Gemma, as well.

"Does your mum know?"

Harry nods. "I told her a week after my dad's funeral."

"When was that?" Zayn asks, not letting go of the man.

"Six months ago."

Zayn feels a pang in his heart because Harry held onto this for ten years, silently, feeling as if he told a living soul then his father would die but that wasn't the case because the despicable man would die regardless of what Harry did or not. But Harry was unaware of this because he wants the best for people.

"If you want to leave you can." Harry says, confusing Zayn instantly. The man keeps his arms around Harry, though.

"Why would I want to do that?" He asks.

"Because I'm a coward." Harry says, looking away.

"Would you leave someone just because they were trying to save someone else that they care about?" Zayn asks. Harry looks at him again, thinking, but then shakes his head.

"No...I wouldn't." He says.

"Then don't think I would leave you." Zayn states.

Harry nods, flickering his gaze to the floor.

Zayn let's go of him, grabbing onto the railing again. He uses the strength of his good arm to help himself up and sit on the strong, thin metal, Harry looking at him curiously as Zayn's feet now dangle over the ocean water. "What are you doing?" Harry asks. And Zayn shrugs.

"Living in the moment. Forgetting the past. Preparing for the future."

"Being crazy." Harry concludes and Zayn chuckles, but the man is serious.

"Just...being spontaneous. Not caring what anyone else thinks." Zayn says.

Harry stays on the ground, pursing his lips in thought. Zayn lifts a leg, resting a foot on top of the rail before lifting the other leg, needing to find his balance before slowly standing up, holding his arms out to his sides. "Zayn, what are you doing?" Harry exclaims and Zayn simply chuckles.

"Harry, come on, it's okay. Just for tonight." He states, laughing.

"That's dangerous." He says. "You can break the other arm."

"Will you catch me if I fall?" Zayn asks.

"I...I'll try." Harry says, not confident, which is what Zayn expected.

"I need a yes or no answer, babe." Zayn smirks.

Harry bites his bottom lip, not knowing what to say. He hesitantly nods his head. "Yeah, I will." He says, a little more confidently.

"Then I know I'm safe." Zayn says, still focusing on keeping his balance. He begins to walk on the thin rail, not knowing he's making Harry's heart race at a fast pace, scared Zayn really may fall and Harry won't catch him in time. "You can join me if you want."

"Then I won't be able to catch you."

"If we fall at the same time maybe it won't be as bad." Zayn smirks.

"So you're saying that we're for sure both going to fall?" Harry asks. Zayn smiles.

"I said if," Zayn says.

"So theres a high chance that we'll both fall." Harry says.

"That's if you allow yourself to." Zayn says. "Theres no guarantee." He shrugs.

"So, if you just tell yourself that, you're not going to, you won't." Harry says, furrowing his brows.

"Exactly."

"Is that what you're telling yourself?"

"No because you're distracting me." Zayn says. Harry shuts his mouth, simply looking at him now in silence, causing Zayn to laugh. "Can I be honest with you though, Harry?" He asks.

"Yes please." Harry nods.

"I'm going to fall." Zayn says.

"You-you are?" Harry says frantically, holding out his arms now in front of himself.

"Yes, want to know why?" He asks.

"Why?"

"Because maybe I want you to distract me so I can't think about not falling. Because I've already fallen for you." Zayn says.

Harry furrows his brows, looking away for a millisecond with confusion written across his features just as Zayn stops standing, sitting on the railing again before quickly lunging forward, Harry looking up with wide eyes. "Zayn!" Harry exclaims just as Zayn lands onto him, both of them falling back, but thankfully Harry falls on his bum. Zayn is held tightly in his arms, against his chest, laughing hard as Harry just breathes heavy, shaky breathes shuddering past his lips. "Don't do that. That scared me." Harry snaps.

Zayn keeps laughing as he looks up into the man's eyes, knowing Harry is bothered but Zayn is okay and Harry needs to know that. "Hey, I'm fine, we're not dead." He says, reaching up to rest his hands on Harry's soft cheeks.

"That was danergous." Harry frowns, looking worried again instead of agitated.

"Okay, I won't do it again." Zayn says. Harry sighs heavily, looking relieved. "For now." Zayn mumbles, making the man's smile drop and Zayn simply laugh again, a small smile cracking onto Harry's kissable lips eventually.

"Its fine. I'll just catch you again."

THE NEXT DAY

Zayn wakes up to a loud voice in his ear and a pillow hitting him in the face, annoyingly enough. "Get up, butt head!" Louis yells, Zayn groaning from his enthusiasm in the morning.

"Can you leave me alone?" Zayn sighs, grabbing his pillow and placing it over his head to hide his face from the daylight and hopefully lessen the noise surrounding him.

"No dude, I made you breakfast!" Louis exclaims.

Zayn begins to snore dramatically, being loud and obnoxious about it to pretend he is sleeping.

Louis chuckles. "You asked for it my guy." He says. Zayn hears his footsteps slowly fade, so he takes his pillow off his head and places it underneath again, laying on his back as he stares up at the ceiling.

All the events of last night rush into his head, causing an involuntary smile to grow on his lips. The dinner was enjoyable as Zayn got to experience Harry's playful side more, what makes him uncomfortable, what makes him happy, what excites him, what overall effects him in ways only Zayn wants to. He got to know Harry likes the quiet along with deep, ongoing conversations that have a point. Small talk makes him anxious.

Not only those things, but he got to know Harry's past. A very chilling past that Zayn wouldn't have guessed. Harry has all these experiences in his head and no one knows, therefore no one is sensitive to it, treating Harry as if there truly is something wrong with him, but theres nothing. He's just been through a shit ton.

"Geronimo!" Zayn hears Louis yell as he runs into the room, leaping forward, making Zayn's eyes widen as he quickly tries to move away before Louis lands on him, but he's too late.

"Louis." Zayn groans in pain as Louis laughs on top of him. "Get off me, you're not exactly a damn five year old!" He exclaims.

Louis sits up on the bed beside Zayn. "Come on, I've been awake for hours and I'm bored!" He exclaims.

"Fine." Zayn sighs. "Let me just get out of bed." He snaps playfully. Louis smiles.

"Yay!" He cheers, scrambling off the bed before running out into the living room.

Zayn takes a shower, brushes his teeth, before changing into comfortable clothing once again. He's hoping this will just be a day where he stays in the whole day and be lazy.

The man walks into the living room seeing Louis eating pancakes, eggs and bacon. An identical, untocuhed plate sits there for Zayn opposite of him.

"I may or may not have asked someone to help me." Louis says. 

Zayn furrows his brows. "I know you can't cook, but who did you ask? AJ? Is she here?" He asks.

Louis shakes his head before standing up and walking over to the front door. He opens it, revealing Harry standing there, looking down at his feet. Zayn's heart jumps and he smiles instantly. "Hey, Harry." He says before frowning in thought with furrowed brows. "Why are you just standing there?" He asks.

"He wanted to ask you a question." Louis says, nudging Harry in the stomach with his elbow.

"Oh, c-can I um...come in?" He asks sheepishly. He looks handsome as usual with a red button down shirt, short sleeves, black jeans and black running sneakers. Simple but beautiful.

"Of course." Zayn says, walking over to him. He holds out his hand for Harry to take, and Harry reaches out and takes it. The man bites his bottom lop and slowly steps inside , gripping Zayn's hand tighter and tighter with each step. Zayn smiles and kicks the door closed. "You know you're safe in here, right?" He says.

Harry swallows thickly, looking at Zayn for a few moments. But eventually the man smiles warmly and nods. "Yeah." He says softly.

"So, you two cooked? When?"

"I went over to his apartment. His mum is super friendly." Louis says.

"You would." Zayn snorts.

"And she offered food."

"So basically you didn't cook any of this." Zayn points out.

"Well...Harry did. He made the pancakes. They're delicious as fuck." Louis nods.

"Thanks, Harry and Harry's mum." Zayn says, walking over to the warm food, sitting down to munch it up. "Thanks for forcing your way in there, Louis."

"Hey! I didnt force my way in! Harry was happy to have me, weren't you?" Louis smiles, looking at Harry who is still standing by the door. He looks at Louis, shrugging and Zayn chuckles.

"See?"

Louis scoffs. "You know what?" Louis says, standing up. "You stay here and eat. Harry and I are going to take a walk to get to know each other better. I'll even buy him some tea." Louis says, walking up to Harry and throwing an arm around him which Harry stiffens at. Zayn frowns as he chews on a piece of the bacon, not liking the discomfort in Harry's features.

"Is that okay with you, babe?" Zayn asks.

Harry bites his bottom lip. "Y-Yeah." He says quietly.

Zayn smiles, nodding encouragingly. "See you later then." He says.

Louis and him head towards the door, walking out swiftly with the door closing behind them.

HARRY

"So, my friend, he likes you, you know that, right?" Louis asks after they've been walking in silence for the majority of the time. They just exited from the lobby in the apartment complex, now heading down the street to who knows where.

"Yeah, he told me last night." Harry says, looking at Louis. "He's my friend too." Harry makes sure to mention. He feels competitive around Louis, maybe it's just because it's the atmosphere he creates around Harry naturally.

"You haven't known him as long as I have." Louis says, crossing his arms over his chest.

"I'm not stealing him away from you, am I?" Harry asks.

"In a way...it feels like you are." Louis says quietly and Harry isn't sure if he wanted him to hear that or not.

"Do you like him? As more than a friend?"

"No way." Louis snaps, shaking his head. "He's my buddy, just like he's your buddy. Unless you guys made something official."

"What does that mean?" Harry asks, furrowing his brows. Louis smirks, looking at the clueless, innocent man.

"It means that you've started a relationship, you know, boyfriend and boyfriend." Louis says.

"Oh." Harry nods. "Would Zayn want that?" He asks.

Louis blinks, crossing his arms over his chest. "You'd have to ask him."

"But you've been his friends for years, you don't know?" Harry asks.

Louis rolls his eyes. "We don't talk about stuff like that. Anyway! Let's change the subject." Louis snaps, making Harry flinch. The taller man furrows his hrows, looking away. "Tell me about yourself, Harry."

"I don't know you." He says.

"So?"

"So why would I tell you about me?" He questions.

Louis rolls his eyes, looking away. "Well I'll tell you about myself." Louis shrugs. "I'm an open book." He states.

"Okay, do it then." Harry says, crossing arms over his chest now.

"I don't like you." Louis says and Harry looks at him with a slight glare.

"What?"

"Something about me? I don't like you, and I don't think you're good for Zayn." Louis says, shaking his head. Harry frowns, hands dropping to his sides again. Instead of defensive, he looks defeated. Instantly defeated because Harry is insecure of himself, deeply insecure. It goes to the roots.

"Why...why don't you think so?" He asks quietly. Louis looks at him, almost looking guilty, but he simply builds up his angry demeanor again.

"He deserves someone that can protect him from people that don't have the right intentions for him or simply don't deserve to be in his life. And you? Well, I just...don't think you're worth it."

Harry feels as if all his breath was knocked out of him. Each word coming from Louis' mouth just a punch to his chest.

"Honestly...you can't even protect yourself."

"Enough!" Harry exclaims suddenly, feeling angry now. Louis doesn't flinch, expecting an outburst from him. Harry glares at the man, stopping in his tracks and walking the other direction.

"Where are you going?" Louis questions.

But Harry doesn't respond and simply keeps walking, fists clenched at his sides. A million thoughts are running through his head, a million emotions pulsing through his veins. He feels sad, angry and defeated all the same time because he vowed that he would never be deemed worthless by anyone in his life again. But if that's what Zayn and Louis think, they can go ahead and think it because Harry will not stand for it. Therefore theres no point trying if he's nothing to Zayn. He never liked Louis, but he hoped he could.

"Harry!" Louis exclaims, grabbing the man's shoulder but Harry quickly shrugs it off, turning around and shoving Louis to the ground.

"Don't touch me." He snaps, looking down at Louis who looks up now startled.

"Harry?" A calmer voice says and they both look at Zayn who watches in confusion. "What's going on?" He questions, just having walked up to get a better look.

Naturally, anger is visibly boiling Louis' veins as he hops up, ready to call out Harry. "Hope you love him now! Even though he's a fucking psychopath!" Louis exclaims.

"I-I m not a psychopath!" Harry yells, sounding unsure of himself. "Leave me alone!" Voice loud, cracking at the end of his sentence before he begins to take off running and Zayn attempts grabbing his arm but he's too quick to grab his arm away.

Zayn turns to Louis, figuring Harry definitely needs to cool off. When he's the most calm is when he's alone. "Did you say something to him?"

"Really? You're gonna blame me now?" Louis scoffs.

"You're an instegator Louis. And Harry actually wanted you to like him. He hardly even speaks if he doesn't know you. You cannot convince me that he pushed you for no reason."

"He shouldn't be pushing me at all." Louis snaps.

Zayn nods. "You're right...but people do things unintentionally that they regret. So do you. But I know you're constantly trying to provoke him. And please...please don't tell me otherwise." Zayn shakes his head.

Louis runs his fingers through his hair, swallowing thickly. He sighs shakily, looking away from his friend with shame in his eyes.

"I'm sorry, alright?"

"Say that to Harry."

"He probably doesn't give a fuck now!" Louis yells.

"Louis." Zayn says calmly, stepping toward his friend. "Maybe not today, but soon, okay? It'll put your mind at ease."

Louis scoffs. "That's not what's going to put my kind at ease." He says, shaking his head.

"Then what will?" Zayn furrows his brows.

"I can't tell you." Louis says, turning away.

"What?" Zayn says. "Louis." He calls.

"I'll call you. I should go home." He says over his shoulder.

Zayn frowns, at a loss of what to do after whatever the hell just happened.

*

Zayn knocks on Harry's apartment door after walking back to the complex. He puts his hands behind his back, knawing on his bottom lip nervously. 

Harry seemed extremely angry and the last time Zayn saw Harry that intensely agitated was a few weeks ago when he ran into the bathroom at the coffee shop after almost being jumped by these guys that appareantly bothered him. Could those guys have been apart of his father's gang and they remember Harry? It would make sense why they targeted him.

Harry doesn't like feeling weak. He doesn't like people demeaning him. Who does? But that's what seems to really tick him off the most than anything else, Zayn has noticed. Louis must have done that in some way.

He's not mad at either of them, mostly because he doesn't even know what happened, but he does hope he can get an explanation soon.

It's too bad, he was excited to catch up with them and take a walk. Zayn likes walks he noticed, just like Harry, or maybe he just likes walks that are with Harry.

The door eventually opens, revealing Harry instantly. The man's emerald eyes widen and he quickly shuts the door again, making Zayn jump back with furrowed brows. "Harry, are you okay?" Zayn says, knocking again, a little more eagerly.

The door doesn't open right away, but when it does he opens it slowly, not opening it all the way. "I'm fine. You don't need to fix me." Harry says through the small crack in the door. "You...you should talk to Louis."

"I want to talk to you too, though, so can you open up?"

"I'm...not ready to talk." Harry says.

Zayn frowns, heart hurting slightly. "Okay. Later then?"

"Probably not." He says emotionlessly.

Zayn swallows. "Okay." He mumbles, nibbling on the pad of his thumb now nervously. "I'll visit." He says but then Harry shuts the door with a harder than usual slam.

Zayn sighs shakily and walks back over to his room, calling it a day. It was way too early for this.

LATER

The serene music has Zayn just staring at the television mindlessly. He has his hands resting on his cheeks, elbows on his knees, eyes closing a bit. He doesn't even have to meditate to really calm down, just the woman's voice and the sounds of nature along with the music depleting Zayn of all his tenseness.

"This is stupid." Liam scoffs from behind them, sitting on the couch in his condo. AJ groans, dropping her hands and turning to glare at him.

"Can you shut up? It won't be effective if you keep talking." She says. AJ turns to Zayn. "Sorry, Zay."

"Zayn's not even doing it!" Liam exclaims.

"Well, I still feel pretty calm." Zayn says, not looking away from the waves moving slowly in the ocean on the tevision screen.

AJ focuses again, closing her eyes, sitting up straight, and holding her hands up in the air, taking deep breaths in and out. "This is really helpful for the baby too." She says quietly.

Zayn rubs at his eyes before standing up and walking over to the couch, sitting beside Liam. He's tired of meditating, most likely because he's not exactly doing it right at all. But he's thinking way too much about Harry and worrying a lot about Louis at the same time, worried his friend is holding something inside and not telling anyone as he usually does and Harry might be letting his insecurities get to him.

"You texted him, right?" Zayn asks Liam, speaking about Louis.

"Yeah." He nods. "Even apologized."

Zayn raises his brows, slightly shocked. "You?" He says, emphasizing his shock and Liam snorts, shoving him playfully.

"Shut up, I'm not exactly the sensitive type like you, alright?"

Zayn shrugs. "That's fine." He says.

"So how is it going with Harry?" Liam asks.

"Haven't talked to him." Zayn frowns.

"I mean,...your relationship."

"We're friends...and I don't know at this point. He refuses to talk." Zayn says.

"You're really just friends?" Liam asks. "Bummer for him, he seems really fond of you."

"I'm his only friend." Zayn shrugs.

"Now crush."

Zayn doesn't respond, not wanting to take this conversation any further considering Harry doesn't want to speak with him right now. He'd rather not get his hopes too high then be let down in a pitiful fall.

Eventually, Zayn leaves Liam and AJ's condo, heading back home to get ready to relax and lock himself in. He's called it a day many times just in this one day, but this time he really means it. He's going to spend time alone for himself and just not think about anyone else until tomorrow when he has to be at work and sees Louis.

He walks into his apartment, heading straight for his room as he strips off his shirt then his shoes along the way. He takes off his pants right before falling onto the mattress of his bed, sighing heavily as he closes his eyes.

Then his phone begins to ring in the silence, making another sigh release past his lips. He sits up, realizing he forgot his phone in his pants that he dropped onto the floor. He picks it up, reaching into the pocket to retrieve it. The man sees that its Louis, making him smile as he answers it, falling back on the bed again.

"Hey, I'm glad you called." Zayn says.

"Can we get drunk tonight? Just the two of us?" Louis asks.

Zayn frowns, furrowing his brows. "We have work tomorrow." He states.

"Okay, can I get drunk and you drive me home?"

"Louis." Zayn sighs, sitting up again, frusterated with his friend. "What is the point of getting drunk? If anything we should talk about it." He states.

"We can't. That's what you don't understand." Louis snaps.

"I thought-"

"This is different. We may love and trust each other but if I tell you what's on my mind it'll ruin everything we have." Louis states. "So please Zayn, I'm begging you, let it go." He sighs

Zayn purses his lips, running a hand down his face in agitation. But he has to know one day, one way or another. "Okay, Louis, okay. Just...can we not drink? Well you not drink? I'd rather hang out sober if you really want to. I like it when you're sober." He says.

"Yeah, can I sleep over again?"

"Of course." Zayn says.

"See you there."

NIGHT

The man wakes up to the sound of muffled crying. Zayn rubs at his eyes, wondering if he's dreaming, but when the cold air hits his skin suddenly, making goosebumps burst, he realizes he's very awake.

He sits up, hearing the crying even clearer now, making him notice that its Louis, most likely. Why would his friend be crying though?

"Lou?" Zayn says.

And instantly the quiet cries stop, a sniffle resounding throughout the room. Zayn is on the floor while Louis is on the bed because Zayn only owns a twin sized since he's always been a single person and never felt the need for a bigger one. But he may have to invest in a new, bigger one soon.

"Louis? Are you okay?' He asks, not letting it go.

Louis doesn't respond and Zayn sighs heavily. He pushes his blankets off himself before pushing himself up on his knees to look at Louis better on the bed. The only source of light is the moon shining through the window, letting Zayn see a portion of his laminated floor.

"Louis...its now or never."

"Let it go." He snaps suddenly. "I'm fine." He states.

Zayn rests his chin on his hands, looking at his silhouette laying on the mattress. He sighs heavily, biting his bottom lip.

"I want you to be okay, just know that." Zayn says.

"That's the problem, stop it." Louis says.

Zayn furrows his brows. "What?"

He notices Louis move his arm up, holding something in his hand and before Zayn knows it he's being hit with a pillow. "Go to bed." He says.

"I'm awake now. I can't."

"Its three in the morning!" Louis exclaims. "Go the fuck back to sleep."

"But Lou Lou isn't okay." Zayn pouts. The man stands up, getting on top of the bed and he hears Louis sigh.

"What the hell are you doing?" He snaps.

Zayn straddles his friend before completely laying on top of him, putting all his weight on Louis. "Zayn, you're going to kill me, I can't breath." He says, pushing at Zayn's chest.

"If you couldn't breath, you wouldn't be able to talk." He smirks in the darkness.

"Fine, I'm going to kill you first then." He snaps.

"You wouldn't."

"How do you know?"

"Because you love me." Zayn smiles unknowingly.

"Zayn, shut up!" Louis yells suddenly, pushing Zayn completely off of him, causing the man to land onto the floor with a heavy thud.

"Shit." Zayn mumbles as Louis rushes out of the bed, turning on the light hastily. Zayn stands up, rubbing his back and looking at Louis who looks small in Zayn's t shirt and pajama pants, scared with his eyes widened and shoulders hunched and tense.

"I-I'm sorry." Louis sighs, shaking his head. "I didnt mean to hurt you."

"Its fine, Lou." Zayn shakes his head.

"Its not. It's really not." Louis bites his bottom lip, walking up to Zayn.

Zayn smiles, looking down at him. "You didnt kill me." Zayn shrugs.

Louis crosses his arms over his chest. "I could've." He mumbles. "Because I have anger-"

"Now is not the time to put yourself down. It's time to forgive yourself because I'm fine." Zayn shakes his head. "Come on, let's go back to bed." He says, walking back over to his blowup matress.

Louis sighs, hesitantly turning off the light. Zayn hears him walk back over to the bed and go under the sheets.

"Goodnight, Lou." Zayn says.

"Good night, Zayn." Louis mumbles.

Zayn smiles, closing his eyes, hearing Louis mumble something else but figures he's drifting off to sleep anyway.