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Louis had been thinking about what Zayn had said to him the photo shoot. Had he really taken Quinn's virginity when they were drunk? He felt kind of bad. Seemed like a real shitty way to lose it. And, on top of it all, their relationship this time around was just convenient for the both of them. Maybe she had been with someone else while they were broken up. But who? Technically, it wasn't really any of his business, but he couldn't help but wonder. And whenever they were out with a group, Quinn was acting more distant. Was she regretting all of this?
"Mr. Tomlinson," Miss. Bright, the sophomore and junior level English teacher, called out, "I asked you a question."
"I'm sorry, what was that?" Louis asked. He really had zoned out. Oops.
"What is the meaning of Lady Macbeth's speech?" Louis bit his lip as he frantically read the words out of his Shakespeare book. Good thing he was great at bullshitting his way through all this.
"She's feeling guilty about killing the King. It's almost as though she and Macbeth have traded roles since the beginning of the play," he explained. Miss. Bright nodded, obviously thinking he had just gotten lucky.
Beside him, Zayn was hiding a smirk. He knew exactly what Louis had been thinking about before Miss. Bright interrupted.
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"I'm sorry, Haz, but my host family is taking me out that night. They made all these plans and things, and I can't just ditch. I mean, I already haven't been around much," Martin frowned. He really did want to go with Harry to the fashion show on Wednesday, but he really hadn't spent that much time with his host family. These were the people housing him; he really should put in more effort. "Maybe I can make it to the after party?"
"Oh," Harry pouted. He knew he had taken up a lot of Martin's time, but why did his host family have to pick Wednesday of all nights to take him away? Harry needed him. "I guess that could work. I'll make sure you have the address so if you manage to be done in time, you can come. You'll at least be able to text me, right?"
"Of course, Hazza. I'm always here for you, even if I'm not physically around at the time." Happy with the answer, Harry gave Martin a sweet peck on the lips.
"You two are so sweet, I think I'll get cavities from being around you," Niall's voice broke them out of their bubble.
"Sorry, Nialler," Harry blushed. He and Martin always went off into their own world it seemed. Maybe this is what love was supposed to feel like. Niall winked and turned back to his conversation with Katie. About half way through lunch, Quinn and Louis show up. Apparently Quinn needed to talk to Katie about something for the fashion show.
Louis looked up from his spot across from Harry and Martin to see Martin glancing between him and Harry, who was practically in his lap now. The look on Martin's face was like he had figured something out, like all his wonders ever were confirmed. His hand ghostly trailed up Harry's back before combing through his curls, something Louis knew Harry loved. Harry's rigid poster softens as he snuggled closer to Martin. It made Louis's insides squirm with jealousy. He remembered all the cuddles and sweet moments he and Harry had. If only he hadn't-
"Louis, babe, lets go," Quinn's voice pulled Louis from his thoughts. Going back to boyfriend mode, Louis grabbed her hand as they wondered off to find Lena.
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Niall had definitely overdone it. He thought he could handle a larger meal; he had been feeling so weak. He needed something. But he was dead wrong. He felt extremely guilty for eating so much. He had been doing so well, how could he do this to himself?
He locked the bathroom door, shoved his finger to the back of his throat and got rid of everything he had just eaten, flushing it away to be forgotten.
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Zayn strolled into the Sinclair penthouse as if he owned the place. Quinn was so close to slapping the look right off his face, but restrained herself. Last thing she needed was him running off to Louis and telling him about their night together.
"What do you want, Zayn?" Quinn asked in a tone that was anything but friendly. She was getting sick of Zayn and really wished he would just fuck off.
"Oh nothing much, just a chat," Zayn smirked.
"What else could you possibly have to tell me?"
"Just some thoughts. You're hiding this," he gestured between him and Quinn, "from Louis. But what is he hiding from you?" Quinn frowned. Why did this matter anyway? What did Louis even have to hide? There wasn’t much people in their circle of friends could hide; Gossip Girl usually found out at some point.
"His affair was with someone you wouldn't expect. They're quite...different from you." And right, there is that.
"What the hell is that supposed to mean, Zayn?" She was frustrated now. She knew Zayn just liked to rattle her chains, but he probably did know something about Louis's affair, which was still a sore subject no matter how much Quinn tried to deny it.
"You're a smart girl. Figure it out," Zayn dismissed her and made his way out of the penthouse. It was obvious he thought of himself as being so fucking cleaver. Quinn really regretted not hitting him. A black eye could do him some good.
Quinn wasn't sure what to make of what Zayn had said. Was he really just getting off on making her life miserable? She thought Louis and Zayn were good friends, so why would he feel this need to mess around with everything? And then, there's the way Zayn was acting at the photo shoot. Quinn could've sworn that Zayn was ready to punch that Jeremy guy out but for what? Existing?
Nothing was making sense, and Quinn honestly had bigger fish to fry. This could all wait until after the fashion show.