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Lirry - I'll Show You Who's God

    Harry, Niall, and Zayn stand outside of their town’s local church, all three pairs of eyes staring at the double doors leading inside of the building. Harry notices how there are crosses literally all over the church, on the doors, on the windows, on the roof of the church atop a pillar, and Harry notices how fucking big this place is. The church takes up at least half of the block, which confused the green-eyed boy enough. His parents had taken him to this church, many times, but they gave him enough freedom to decide what he wanted to believe, which led him to believe in nothing. Well, Harry knows that there’s a higher power out there, he totally gets that, but he just chooses not to believe what the Bible forces down everyone’s throat. If you had to put a label on what Harry believes, he’d be Agnostic. Saying you’re Agnostic is just a fancy term for saying you don’t know. And Harry doesn’t know, he doesn’t know if God actually existed/exists, so he says that he believes he’s Agnostic. That thought alone is a bit of a paradox, believing in nothing and everything at the same time, but he tries not to think about it too much, because it just confuses him even more. Harry is shaking his head, trying to clear his thoughts because he doesn’t want to give himself a migraine when Niall speaks. 

            “Come on, Harry, don’t bitch out.” Niall says, which makes Harry groan.

            “You lost the bet, you’ve got to go in there and fuck the priest’s son.”

            “Did you even hear yourself?” Harry whines, turning to face his two best friends.

            “It’s not our fault you betted crazy!”

            “I said that I’d go to church three times, three Sundays in a row, and you scoffed and said that if I did that you’d fuck the priest’s son. I asked you if you were being sarcastic, to which you replied no, and that you’d even fuck him in the church. Niall, did he not?” Zayn finishes, glancing at the blonde, who nods vigorously.

            “He did.”

            “You did, Harry.” Harry looks up at the sky before childishly stomping his left foot. This only makes Zayn laugh and move closer to Harry, the chains and keys attached to his jeans clanking against the 20-year-old’s frame with the sudden movement.

            “Come on, you’ve wanted to fuck Liam for a long time anyway, right?” Harry nods, lowering his head to look Zayn in the eye. “So am I not doing you a favor right now? The lad’s gay anyway, quite the slut, actually, and I went through three weeks of this bullshit just so you’d have an excuse to do it.”

            “No, you didn’t.” Harry mumbles, which makes Zayn smile and move an inch closer to Harry, their chests almost touching.

            “You’re right, I didn’t. I actually went to prove a point to Niall but that isn’t relevant.”

            “Actually, it is.”

            “Whatever.” Zayn says, staring at Harry, his eyes drifting from the simple sliver stud on his left nostril to the black beanie pulled over Harry’s hair, and the two piercings on either side of his bottom lip. Zayn looks down at what Harry’s body and steps back to take him in. Harry’s wearing dirty low top black and white converse with grey skinny jeans that are ripped at the knee, along with a thick black belt that looks worn down from years of use, and a band tee that’s had it’s sleeves ripped off and the collar torn low. You can clearly see the tattoos covering Harry’s arms and chest, and Zayn loves the fact that he can see his two favorite tattoos, the swallows just beneath Harry’s collarbones. Zayn loves those birds, and he honestly thinks that if Harry weren’t like a brother to him, he would’ve fucked him night and day just because of those two simple tattoos.