Wrong Number

Chapter 9// Embarassed

I'M STILL ALIVE just been busy with classes. And my friends. JUST KIDDING I HAVE NO FRIENDS.

Okay so basically just imagine 19 year old Harry *cries* dating 19 year old Louis *cries harder* okay? That's basically how old they are in this.

Zahra adjusted her crown, smiling slightly.
The doorbell rang, and she pulled on her heel, racing down the steps.
And falling down the steps.
Zahra scoffed, kicking the heels off. Fuck it, she thought, pulling on her Converse.
She opened the door, and bit her lip, choking back a laugh at Louis and Harry.
Louis smiled, adjusting his cap and suspenders.
His cap was red and yellow, (maroon! He insisted) and he had a button down white shirt tucked into his khaki capris, that were being held up by suspenders.
But Harry.
Holy shit.
Zahra grinned, her face red from holding in a laugh.
"How much gel is in your hair?" She whispered, trying not to laugh.
"3 cans." Harry and Louis answered together.
The 3 cans held Harrys hair slicked to the side, a strip of his hair standing perfectly upright at the top of his head.
"Stick to curls." Zahra said.
"He looks fine, you look like a cupcake." Louis sassed.
Harry looked at his dark blue suit, and back at Zahra's pink gown.
"Never thought I'd ever see you in a dress." Louis laughed.
Zahra pulled up her dress, revealing her sneakers.
"Okay, see that's more like you." Louis said.
"Do I have to wear the bow tie?" Harry sighed.
"Yes, it sells it." Louis declared, sitting on the couch.
"Why are you sitting?" Harry said.
"Because we're waiting for Niall." Louis said.
"Oh shit." Harry whispered.
"What's, oh shit." Zahra asked.
"Niall will never let me live this down if he sees me wearing this." Harry cried, motioning to his costume.
"He won't care, we're all mature-"
"YOU LOOK SO STUPID." Niall's voice laughed, his cackles echoing through the house.
"Niall!"
"What?"
"You should talk, you're wearing tights!" Harry shot back.
"They're not tights, it's spandex!"
"SHUT UP! We're going now, okay?" Zahra cried.
"Yes." Niall and Harry mumbled.
"Good, and if I hear you two arguing one more time, I will not hesitate to walk you both home, understand!" Zahra cried.
"Yes. Sorry." The two boys said quickly.

*

Louis laughed, pulling Harry from house to house, Zahra and Niall trailing behind them.
"I don't know why we're doing this, we can just go and buy a bunch of candy." Zahra laughed.
"But then it's not fun." Niall whined.
Zahra laughed, and gathered her courage, pecking Nialls cheek. (GET IT GIRL YES #Nihra no? Okay sorry, I'm sorry.)
Niall blushed, adverting the her gaze.
While Zahra and Niall flirted, Louis and Harry goofed around, walking up the hill.
"You should wear you hair like this, it looks great." Louis smiled, tapping Harry's strip of hair.
"Really?"
"No."
"You're so mean." Harry laughed, wrapping his arms around Louis, burrowing his head into his neck.
Louis giggled nervously, and took Harry's hand in his as they neared the house.
Harry froze, yanking his hand from Louis's suddenly.
"Harry? You okay?" Louis asked, eyebrows furrowed.
"Y-yeah, I'm just..looking for something, you go on ahead." Harry said quickly, sticking his hand in his candy box.
"No it's okay I'll-"
"Louis just go." Harry snapped, running his hand through his hair.
"Harry! You're messing up your costume!"
"Louis grow up! Stop acting like a baby and just go!"
Louis froze, his eyes filled with hurt.
Harry sighed, yanking the bow tie off of his neck.
"Just go."
Louis shook his head, dropping his bag and walking down the hill.
"Lou.."
"STYLES!" Liam cried, running from his house, "What's up man?"
"Nothing, just dressed up to um, look at girls. Because I like girls. Because I'm straight." Harry said quickly.
"Um, no shit. Hey, these hot girls just left, they're at the bottom of the hill, want to go and talk to them?" Liam winked.
"Um..I-"
"Oh come on, what's the problem, you're not with anybody, are you?" Liam asked.
"I-No, let's go." Harry sighed, giving Liam a weak smile.
The two boys went down the hill, passing Louis.
Louis stopped, stating as Harry and Liam, who he recognized from school, walk past him.
To the cheerleaders.
Oh.
Now he understood.
"Ew, the fag almost went to my house, what a fucking loser." Liam scoffed.
"Erm..yeah." Harry mumbled, eyes glued to the floor.

*

"This hill would be a lot worse if I was wearing heels." Zahra laughed, hiking her skirt up.
"I keep texting Harry, but he's not answering." Niall mumbled, looking down at his phone
"Try calling- LOUIS!" Zahra cried, suddenly tearing up the hill, Niall rushing up behind her.
"What-Lou? What's wrong? Where's Harry?"
Louis sniffed, looking up at Zahra and Niall.
"He left half an hour ago, with Liam." He cried silently, wiping his tears, leaning back against the tree.
"He just left?"
"Yeah." Louis sighed.
"And he made you cry! He was supposed to be your date! I can't believe him!" Zahra shrieked, whirling around with murder in her eye.
"Where are you going?" Niall asked, jumping in front of her.
"I'm going to punch Harry so hard, his hair will be straight!" And don't try and stop me!"
Niall scooped her up, slinging her over his shoulder.
"I said don't try and stop me!" She cried, kicking wildly as Niall walked, placing her down, holding her shoulders.
"Listen-" he began.
"No, you listen, you have a best friend, what would you do if you saw them crying?"
"The same thing you're doing, except I wouldn't be wearing a dress."
"Then don't try and stop me, I can fight him!"
"No you can't!"
"Why? Because I'm a girl?"
"No, because you're wearing a dress, I wouldn't be able to fight in a dress either, but that's not why you can't fight him."
"What's the reason?"
Niall looked around, lowering his voice.
"Okay, no one knows Harry is gay except for me, you, Louis, and his family."
"Okay..."
"Everyone at school knows him as the straight, average jock."
"Oh....."
"Are you starting to see where I'm going with this?"
"Harrys embarrassed because of his sexuality, and he doesn't want his friends to bully him."
"Not only that, Harry is a completely different person with his friends then he is with us, he acts dumb, he pretends that he loves sports, he flirts with girls, all because he's afraid."
"Well then we just have to help him see that he doesn't have to be afraid and that we're here for him, and help him come out.
"How do you plan on doing that?" Niall said, whirling around as Zahra strutted past him.
"Not a clue."