Liam and Merissa looked at Louis in shock. He had caught everyone's attention. He walked up to them.

"Why the fuck did you kiss my girlfriend? I thought you're my best friend!!" Louis shouted.

"Lou, I... I.." Liam stammered.

"You what? And you," Louis looked at Merissa, "what do you want, huh? You run around after Harry, hook up with me the day after he dumps you and kiss Liam when you're with me?"

"Louis, it was a mistake. I..." Merissa tried to explain.

"Both of you, get out! Now! And don't show me your face ever again!" Louis was being over-dramatic due to the amount of alcohol he had consumed.

"Louis, calm down, let them speak," Harry tried to stop him.

"Don't stop him Harry!" Zayn defended Louis, "let him do what is right."

"Throwing his friend out of his house and life for one mistake is the right thing to do?" Harry asked.

"He kissed his girlfriend!" Zayn shouted at Harry and Harry looked down in guilt.

"Zayn's right!" Louis exclaimed, "get out both of you. You broke my trust Liam and that is enough to ruin any friendship."

"Louis...I'm sorry," Liam said.

"That doesn't fix everything," Louis said and Liam looked down, took a deep breath and went towards the door.

He stopped on his way out and looked back for once, Louis was still glaring at him. Liam sighed and walked out followed by Merissa.

"Louis! Are you fucking out of your mind?" Niall finally reacted.

"I'm not! I'm hurt! Not because of Merissa much but... because of Liam," Louis said.

"You need to get sober," Harry said.

"Drunk or sober, betrayal feels the same," Zayn remarked.

"Can you stop encouraging his irrational behaviour, Zayn!?" Maya said.

"That is irrational? Really? You tell me how you'd have felt if I kissed your best friend?" Zayn asked.

"That's not the point here!" answered Maya.

"How? How'd have you felt if I liked your best friend? How'd you felt if it seemed like you were the intervention in your own relationship because it was never meant to be?!" Zayn's tone had changed and he sounded dead serious. Maya was completely taken back. She knew what he meant and she had not seen that coming.

"Zayn..." she said. All eyes were on them now. This was exactly what she was afraid of. Zayn went away and took a few shots, not really few, quite a lot actually. Everybody else was frozen still. Things had gotten way out of hand.

"You know what Maya?" he started speaking again. "I'm done. I asked you out after the accident because I was sure that you wouldn't say no to a guy who was in a hospital bed. I told you I thought I loved you so that you'd be more drawn towards me. I faked being asleep and tried to let you know about my insecurities but guess what, none of it worked!"

Maya's mouth was wide open now. She couldn't believe what he was saying. She thought she knew if someone was faking their sleep but she couldn't that time, she was so shocked.

"You were faking it all the time?" she asked.

"I do have feelings for you but I thought you wouldn't want to hurt me if I said my feelings were that strong," he said.

"Zayn you're just drunk," she said.

"No I'm not!" he exclaimed and almost fell on his back but Harry caught him.

"And you, my best friend since forever, you could have any girl you wanted but no, you had to like the one girl I was after!" Zayn said on Harry's face and Harry's face turned pale.

"But don't worry bro, 'cause I'm done. Me and Maya-done!" Zayn exclaimed.

"Zayn?!" Maya reacted at last.

"Yes, we're over!" saying that Zayn passed out in Harry's arms. Harry was shocked for a while before he put Zayn on Louis' couch.

"That shit was intense," Louis remarked, he was sobering up a little.

Maya stood still for a while then she hit the counter and started violently drinking.

"Maya, stop," Georgia walked up to her.

"Don't. Stop. Me." Maya said and Georgia left, she looked pretty intimidated by Maya's rage.

Niall and Georgia left Louis' place. Zayn was sleeping on Louis' couch and Harry decided to stop Maya and take her to her place.

"Maya, let's go, c'mon," he said as he tried to get her of the seat.

"No Harry don't stop me!"

"Come with me. You've had enough!" Harry ordered and slightly picked her up and dragged her along.

"Bye Lou, think about what you did earlier with a sober mind," saying that Harry left, dragging Maya who was protesting and was completely drunk.

Harry somehow seated her in his car and drove home. He got out of the car as they reached and carried her out. He put her down but she kept stumbling. So, he put her hands behind his neck, put one of his hands below her knees, another hand behind her back and picked the up. He carried her all the way to the hallway.

"Okay Maya, I'm gonna put you down now, and you'll take out your keys," he said.

He put her down and she started rummaging through her pockets. She couldn't find her key and gave Harry a drunk laugh.

"I had given my key to Zayn as I didn't have enough space in my pockets... Zayn broke up with me! Do you think he'll give me my key back?!" she shouted.

"Okay, let's take you to my place and make you less drunk than you are now," Harry said as he dragged her into his apartment. He made her sit on the couch and went to the kitchen to fetch some lemon and water for her.

He was cutting the lemon when he felt her hands on his back. He turned around immediately. He saw her standing right in front of him up close.

"What... are you doing?" he asked.

"I'm trying to think how to pin you to the counter but you're too tall for me to do that," she answered and Harry was shocked.

"Are you out of your mind?"

"You have beautiful eyes. They're green-blue. I love them," she said with a smile.

"Maya, please move a little backwards," Harry requested but she moved even closer.

"What are you afraid of Mr.Styles?" she asked in a flirty tone.

"You right now!" he exclaimed.

"There's nothing to be afraid of," she moved closer.

"Okay, this is getting out of hand," Harry said that and moved her away. He cut the lemon and squeezed it into the water. He walked up to her.

"C'mon Maya, drink this," he instructed.

"No, you pushed me away, I'm not listening to you!" she said, grumpily.

"Stop being a baby!"

"I'm not being a baby!" Maya protested.

"Than drink this!" he ordered.

"Fine!" she said and drank the whole thing at once and coughed a little afterwards.

"Good. Feeling better?" he asked.

"Yeah, but a little dizzy. Maybe because I haven't eaten anything in so long," she answered.

"Wait," he said and made her a quick sandwich. "Here eat it."

"Thanks Harry, you're really sweet." She was still a little drunk but way better than before. He brought her a glass of proper orange juice. Maya tried to hold the glass right but as she was dizzy, dropped a lot of it on her dress.

"Shit!" she sat up instantly, "this was one of my favourite dresses."

"Damn! You can't be wearing this anymore, it has juice all over it," Harry suggested.

"What do you suggest I do?" she asked sarcastically.

"Wait, you can wear any of my old T-shirts," Harry offered.

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, just get rid of this juice-covered thing."

He went to his room and brought a t-shirt along. It didn't seem small. It was too huge for Maya because she was barely five feet and 4 inches whereas Harry was six feet tall.

"This doesn't seem like an old t-shirt," she complained.

"Well, if I gave you an old one, what would've you worn underneath? You don't need to wear anything under this," he said.

"There's no way I'm walking around wearing just your t-shirt!"

"I'm not asking you to walk around. Change in my room and sleep," he answered.

"Then what are you going to do?" she asked.

"I'll sleep in the other room it's fine."

"I can sleep there, it's okay."

"No, I thought it would be weird for you to sleep in your fresh new ex's room," he said, "specially in my shirt when he's clearly said it on your face that I like you."

"Harry... I... it all happened in a wrong way okay?"

"I know, trust me, I know. But whatever he said was true and it's hard for me."

"What do you mean? What is hard for you?" she asked.

"All of this! You just broke up with my best friend who was a dick all this while but we haven't been the best of people as well!"

Maya was taken back by this outburst. He was right. They were all wrong. None of them made right decisions, all of them made bad mistakes. But she didn't want to look at Harry as a mistake.

"You're right. We've been wrong. We shouldn't have," she said.

"Everything would've been fine if we didn't hate each other in the beginning maybe. But now it doesn't even matter," he shrugged.

"It doesn't matter? Doesn't matter for me or for you?" she asked, with passionate eyes.

"Why do you care?" Harry asked.

"Because it matters to me. Our feelings matter to me!" she walked up to him.

"Maya, we never had anything. It's too late!"

"It's never too late!" she said and pulled him close. She kissed him passionately and Harry picked her up.

He pinned her to the wall like he had done the last time. They kissed intensely as she took off his t-shirt and threw it away. He pulled her chain down and let her dress drop to the floor. He carried her to his room and dropped her on his bed.

He opened his remaining clothes and climbed on top of her. He looked into her eyes and asked her, "are you sure?"

"Never been more sure," she said and she let all her guard down. Harry and Maya didn't know that's what they were waiting for all this while until it was done. He kissed her neck and she shivered every time. He knew it was a sensitive spot for her. Maya had never felt better. She felt complete. She'd never had any other guy who was like Harry. Every other guy seemed to just satisfy themselves but Harry was different, he made her feel special.

After a few rounds, Harry got off and lay next to her. She turned to his side to look at him. He was looking up at the ceiling.

"What are you thinking?" she asked. He turned to look into her black eyes.

"Maya, I need to ask this, don't get me wrong," he whispered.

"What?"

"Am I just a rebound?" he asked.

"Oh my God. Is that what you think this is?" she asked in surprise.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked."

"Harry, there's no way you're a rebound! You made me feel different, special kinda different and I wanted this, it's not like I needed this."

"So, what are we?" he asked.

"Can we figure it out tomorrow?"

"Okay..." he whispered.

"But I'd still appreciate your t-shirt. I don't like to sleep without any clothes," she said and he let out a small laugh. "Wait," he said and brought that t-shirt he had offered earlier.

She put it on as he stared at her. She laid down in his arms.

"Good night, Harry," she nibbled in his ears.

"Night," he said, smiling at her.

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