I parked my car in the driveway and began stepping towards the front door. When I saw the door come into my vision my foot got caught on something and I nearly fell over.

"Shit!" I cursed out before I gained my balance again. I don't remember anything being placed where I tripped over, so I turned to see what it was that almost made me crash into the ground.

Well, who it was.

"Haz?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. His back was against the wall and his legs were crossed. His arms were folded across his chest and he looked as if he was sleeping.

I leaned down beside him, shaking him a bit. His head leaned to the side before he groggily opened his eyes, staring at me.

"Ash?" he grumbled. He used the back of his hand to rub his eyes and I grabbed his other arm to help him up.

"You shouldn't be sleeping out here. Why are you even at my place, anyway?" Harry got onto his feet and we walked to the door. I unlocked the door and opened it for Harry, watching as he slowly made his way to the couch and plopped face first into it.

I sat by the little space there was close to his upper body, staring at Harry who made no effort to move. I placed two fingers against his cheek and immediately pulled away.

"You're freezing!" I exclaimed. "How long have you been out there?" He mumbled something unintelligible into the couch. "Wh-What?"

"What time is it?" he asked, turning his head to the side.

I searched around for a clock, seeing that it was already a few minutes after six.

"Six," I answered.

"Then maybe a few hours."

"Jesus, Haz, why are you here?" I waited for him to respond, but he just buried his face into the couch again. "I'm going to get you a blanket, and by the time I come back you're going to tell me what's wrong." He still didn't say anything, so I stood up and walked to my room. I picked up my sheets from my bed and carried it to the living room where Harry was.

Once I got there I saw that Harry was still in the same position as I had last saw him. I tossed the blanket at him, getting no response from him. I sat on the edge of the coffee table, silently hoping it wouldn't break under my weight.

I just sat there, my elbows rested on my knees as I stared at my best friend who was silent, not saying a single word to me at all.

"So," I spoke up, clearing my throat, "anything you would like to talk about? Something that's bothering you?" All Harry did was turn himself around so his back was facing me. "Seriously, what happened?"

"Something," was his response.

"Okay, then. Let me know when you want to talk about it." I was about to leave to get myself a snack from the cabinet when I felt Harry grab my wrist. I glanced down at him, and saw the tears forming in his eyes.

"Louis's staying with Eleanor," he choked.

"I'm sorry, who?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. Who the fuck is Eleanor?

"She's Louis's girlfriend. Louis was going to break up with her, but then he told me he couldn't do it. He didn't have the heart to."

"Yet he has the gall to break yours?"

Harry began to sit upright, wiping the fallen tears. "I told him, I didn't care if he stuck with her, and then I left."

I sat beside Harry and he wrapped his arms around me. He leaned against me until my back was against the armrest and his cheek was pressed against my chest.

"Wait, Haz, get off," I said.

"S-Sorry." He drew away and pulled his knees up to him, resting his chin on them.

I lifted up my leg to lay that on the couch, my other leg remained hanging off the couch. I spread my arms out at Harry.

"Come here," I told him. He glanced up into my eyes, nodded, and went back into the position we were in before, only this time I was more relaxed and didn't have a discomforting twist in my side.

"Love sucks," he murmured. "I wish I didn't fall for him in the first place."

"Don't say that, Haz," I sighed, playing with his hair a bit.

"It's true."

"Is it? Is it really?" He buried his face into my shirt.

"No," he choked. "I'm not okay, Ash. I'm not fine at all."

I didn't know what else to say at this point. All I could do was rub soothing circles on his back as he silently sobbed.

A few minutes later Harry's sobs ended and he was snoring on top of me. In one day two guys fall asleep on me. Literally.

Luke was more tired from football while Harry cried himself to sleep. I don't know what he sees in Louis, but if he's going to cry over Louis choosing his girlfriend over Harry, then he must've fell for him hard.

I saw my little brother run from the hall and into the kitchen. Suddenly he was walking backwards out and staring at me and the sleeping Brit.

"What in the world?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Can you get me a snack to eat?" I asked, stretching an arm out at him.

"Um... no. You can get it yourself." With that, he scurried back into the kitchen and then ran out, holding a bag of oreos.

"Brat," I muttered under my breath, my brother ignoring me as he made his way back to his room.

I tried to make myself a little bit more comfortable, but because I was cautious that I might wake Harry up, I stopped, lying still and just letting him rest. I hope whatever he's dreaming of will get his mind off of Louis.

"Mmm... no..." I heard him mumble. I brushed my fingers through his hair as he snuggled into my chest. "Lou, don't... don't go."

Okay, well whatever dream he's having definitely isn't going to make him forget Louis.

Should I wake him up? I don't know if he'd want me to, but he's dreaming of Louis. I'll wait to see what happens next. If things get worse, then I'll wake him.

I felt what I presume was Harry's phone in his pocket and I hesitated whether I should pick up or not. I really didn't want Harry to wake up from his sleep, so I reached into his pocket where his phone was and pulled it out.

I looked at the caller ID, my eyes widening a bit.

Why would Louis be calling Harry?

Should I send him to voicemail? Probably.

I pushed the phone beside me, letting the ringing continue, and then it stopped. I let out a sigh, closing my eyes and trying my best to not move around, as much as I want to.

His phone started ringing again, so I looked at the name again. I wasn't surprised to see Louis's name, but I didn't understand why he keeps calling Harry.

It didn't seem like he's give up on calling. I'll just pick up for now and tell him Harry can't get to the phone now.

"Hello?" I said into the phone once I picked it up.

"Haz?" Louis asked.

"No, it's Ashton."

"Ashton?"

"Yeah. Is there a problem with that?" There was silence at the end for a while before Louis finally spoke up.

"Why you?"

"Huh?"

"Go get you own dick to suck."

"What are you ta-" but Louis had already hung up. I stared at the phone in confusion before setting it aside.

What did he mean, why me? Is he still very upset with me?

Unless...

Wait.

Does he think that I'd steal Harry from him? No, I can't do that, Harry's my best friend. Besides, I'm sucking Luke's dick, not Harry's.

... That didn't come out right. I meant that, I love Luke. I love Harry and all, but only as a best friend. Nothing more.

I need to clear things up with Louis. He has to know that I've no intention on stealing Harry from him. Even if he did choose his girlfriend over Harry and break his heart, I don't want to come in between their complicated relationship.

I called Louis's number again, listening as the phone kept making ringing sounds, saying that his phone should be getting an incoming call.

But he never answered. I was sent straight to an answering machine.

After multiple attempts to call Louis, only to be sent to straight to voicemail, I gave uo, letting out a worried sigh through my nose.

"Oh, my God," I groaned. This isn't good. This isn't good at all.