In short, Harry's day has been simply horrible. At first, he had overslept because all those questions about Louis were running through his mind all night long and kept him from sleeping until his body was finally exhausted enough and made him fall asleep at 4 am in the morning. But even in his dreams, those questions didn't leave him alone, so when he woke up he wasn't relaxed. No, he was fucking knackered.

Then after skipping breakfast and only hastily freshening himself up, he sprinted to work and got yelled at for being so unprofessional. That just made Harry hate this job even more. Later that day, he had an argument with a customer because he couldn't directly let him in due to the shop being crowded but that jerk just simply kept nagging and couldn't accept simple facts. That led to another reproval from his boss and the smug jerk smirking at him like the devil himself.

Feeling like he was starving for lack of breakfast or any lunch, Harry went to the supermarket just to realise he had forgotten his wallet at home. So, he had to go home, get it and go back to the supermarket. When he was finally home with his ingredients he only wanted to scream. His impatience and growling stomach led to him being unfocused and setting his food on fire, barely avoiding the fire alarm going off. Deciding to just fuck it, he ate his burned food and texted his friends, needing some good thing coming out of this day.

That's how he ended up where he was being right now. Launching in the back of their usual bar with Kyle, Jake, Brian, Xavi and Aidan and lots of alcohol. It was probably around 10 or 11 pm by now and Harry had lost count of how many drinks he had had a long time ago. He was out of his mind and never felt better. His friends didn't seem to be any better.

"You should have been there, lads. Hot as hell chicks and dicks everywhere. Like an all-you-can-eat-buffet" cackled Kyle drunkenly.

"Sounds like a dream come true, Bud" clinked Brian their glasses together.

"Sounds almost like your last party, Xavi. Damn, the girls were fine. Isn't that where you met Soulin, Aidan?" tried Jake to remember that night.

"Oh yeah, it was. By the way, I'd love it if you could call it off with her for me, H. She's getting attached. S' too bad" faced Aidan now an intoxicated Harry.

"Sure. Give me your phone" brought Harry out but didn't feel like he was in control of his own words.

"No need for a reason. She knows it was just sex but it's getting out of hand" let Aidan him know. Harry gave him a thumbs up and just called her.

"Aidan, Hi" sounded her high voice through the phone.

"Na, it's Harry here" corrected Harry her.

"Styles?" could Harry hear her gulp loudly.

"Yep, exactly. Listen, as it sounds you know who I am, so I'm making this short. Aidan is done with you. It's over. No particular reason. Just over it. It's better like this" came Harry straight to the point, just wanting this to be done.

"Screw all of you" and with that, the line went dead.

"She got it. You're a free man" gave Harry Aidan his phone back.

"Thanks, man" patted Aidan his shoulder roughly.

"And we drink on that" held Brian his glass into the air and they all emptied their drinks in one go, already having ordered new ones. The owner knew them for a while.

"Now we're all ready to mingle apart from Jake. How's Tiffany doing?" Xavi wanted to know.

"Fine, fine. She's better than any of your exes anyway" stated Jake proudly and they all cooed at him, which ended in laughing drunkenly.

"Definitely better than Soulin" pointed Aidan out.

"Or Louis" noted Kyle warily.

"I never understood what you wanted from that boring nerd of a spoilsport" teased Xavi him.

"He is fucking hot" shrugged Kyle unbothered.

"And you never got to taste it" laughed Brian amused.

"Fuck off" snarled Kyle annoyed.

"It's true though. Either he is fucking asexual or a bloody virgin with 28. Both horrible options" made Aidan fun of him.

"Aye, being asexual isn't horrible. Nothing he could do about it if it's true" threw Harry in matter-of-factly.

"He has a point" agreed Kyle with him surprisingly.

"Then Louis is a freaking virgin. You dated an almost thirty-year-old virgin. That's gold" cracked Xavi up laughing and Jake and Brian joined his laughter.

"Or he's just not attracted to you, bro" burst Aidan into laughter now as well.

"I'm fucking hot. How can he not be attracted to me?" huffed Kyle insulted.

"Looks like you didn't seduce him enough to let you wreck him. That ass screams 'wreck me, Daddy'. Too bad" smirked Aidan smugly at him.

"Very true. I've always wondered where he got that ass from when he never leaves the house. Never in a million years is that big ass natural" admitted Kyle shamelessly.

"Probs from all the dancing" threw Harry in, drunk out of his mind.

"Nice one, H. But Louis doesn't dance. I only had to suggest a club and mention the word and he ended up with Zayn on the phone. He hates dancing more than I hate boring people" laughed Kyle now at him for being ridiculous.

"Louis and dancing in one sentence? That's the funniest joke I've heard in a while, bro" fell Aidan back into laughter.

"Just the thought ... that tiny chubby loser moving his limbs around to the music ... maybe even twerking with that ass" chocked Xavi on his own laughter.

"Maybe not twerking but actual dancing. I heard it's good for your muscles. Explains the butt" slurred Harry unclearly.

"You're serious about this? How would you even come up with that? Is he still bothering you?" checked Kyle puzzled.

"Wouldn't surprise me at all. That lonely unsuccessful loner is probably longing for every bit of human interactions he gets, even if it's bad ones. Pathetic" marked Brian meanly.

"Such a cliché teacher. No life and boring" laughed Xavi exhilarated.

"He has a life as ...".

"Ey, you're talking about my ex here" warned Kyle Xavi playfully, not even hearing Harry's trying to say something.

"Pathetic ex that is" rolled Xavi his eyes amused.

"Yeah, I really don't see why I dated him in the first place. His looks are really not enough to cover for everything else" mused Kyle suddenly.

"A miserable teacher who never achieved anything in his life and needs ...".

"He was a professional dancer. Of course, he achieved something!" exclaimed Harry out of nowhere.

"What??" gaped all of his friends at him in pure shock.

"Yes, he has been dancing all his life since he was a child. Competitions, championships, everything. From Jazz over Contemporary to ...".

"Oh my god, he was a little dancer. How cute" was Harry's explanation interrupted by Aidan falling into hysterical laughter.

"You have dated a little dancer, bro. That's hilarious. He probably has a wardrobe full of cute costumes and dance shoes and tutus. Maybe even make-up and hairpieces. That's why he was always so hesitant to have you over" made Xavi fun of Louis for everything.

"Tights probably too like Peter Pan" guffawed Brian like it was the funniest thing on earth.

"A dancer. That's hilarious. I'm not surprised he never told me. It's embarrassing. Ballet is already weird when it's girls but boys ...urgh. Yikes. Nah, thank you, next" shuddered Kyle at the mere thought of it.

"Thank God, Harry got rid of him for you" chortled Brian with tears of laughter in his eyes.

"Harry, you just made my day. We can have a lot of fun with this now" smirked Kyle smugly at him.

They ordered another round of drinks and Harry could barely see anything but his friends seemed to be even worse. If one of their gang members died of alcohol poison this very night he wouldn't be surprised one bit. He was surprised though when he still managed to disappear into the bathroom for a quickie with one of the new bartenders. He'd probably lose his job by morning but Harry had a fun time, even if it was short.

The rest of the night was a blur. He only remembered lots of more alcohol, laughing their asses off, pictures and videos being taken, calls being made for the fun of it and them stumbling out of the bar after midnight, completely intoxicated and out of their minds. Harry had no idea how he had made it home in one piece without dying. He blacked out the second his head hit his pillow.

...

Jolting awake due to some loud noise, Harry sat up in bed and gripped his head. He was freaking hungover and starved and very sweaty. The noise never stopped and he realised it was his doorbell ringing. With his headache kicking in, Harry stood up and got rid of his smelly shirt from last night. He didn't bother to close his pants and walked or more like stumbled towards his front door, feeling still not sober at all. Was he dying?

Maybe this would have been better because the moment he had opened the door he was slapped into the face with an impact that almost made him stumble backwards. Dumbfounded and in pain, Harry touched his stinging cheek and looked down at a furious Louis in mere shock.

"How could you? How ... Fuck you, Harry" shouted Louis into his face and then simply left him standing there.

Before the incident could sink fully in, another guy approached him. Harry needed one second and a lot of blinking to register that it was Zayn. Louis' best friend. If Louis was this mad at him for whatever reason then he really wasn't looking forward to what was coming next.

"You deserved that slap. If he would let me I'd punch you right in the face. Be happy he's such a nice person" shook Zayn his head at him madly.

"What the fuck is going on? What did I do?" was Harry utterly confused.

"You really don't know, huh?" laughed Zayn bitterly. Harry only shook his head, not daring to talk. "Unbelievable. You're such an ignorant son of a bitch. Why did you have to tell Kyle and the rest of your stupid friends about the dancing? Why? How do you even know about that?".

"I googled him. Was curious" answered Harry shortly.

"Wow, that's fucked. Why couldn't you mind your own fucking business?! You ruined everything and don't even understand half of it. You have no idea what you just did. I wanna ... Just back off and stay out of this. Out of his life. You've done quite enough, asshole" warned Zayn him and made clear that he wasn't joking. For a second, Harry was sure Zayn would punch him but he didn't.

When Zayn was down the stairs Harry walked back into his flat and closed the door. For a moment, he leaned against it and just breathed, still touching his cheek. Then he walked into his kitchen in a trance and got himself some headache pills and water but he knew this headache would stay. This was different. He fucked up and felt like the worst person alive. He felt like shit and didn't even understand anything.