Oh I Do Like Guys, Just Not You (L.S)

Chapter 3

A/N Currently I have too much time, so I get to update a lot - Yayy!! I hope you like it!!

It is almost midnight, and Harry is no closer to success, even though something most definitely happened between him and Louis, which is only confirmed by the constant pair of blue eyes fixated on Harry from the other side of the impromptu dance floor.

Louis isn't exactly discrete with his stares, despite the fact that he is currently dancing with Liam and some blonde girl.

Harry himself is dancing as well, trying to be a bit more discrete when he throws looks in Louis' direction - not particularly successfully though.

Right in front of him Niall is wiggling against some girl, as he has finally come back to life after roughly an hour of sleeping in the kitchen - now clutching a water in his hand as if his life depended on it.

With closed eyes and his head tilted slightly backwards, Harry sways around, mostly in sync with the music blaring. He's not drunk, just high on energy and a bit dizzy from the night's rather confusing events.

His movements freeze only a second later, as a hand snakes its way around his waist, turning him 180 degrees. He mentally prepares himself to turn down some guy for approximately the fifth time tonight, as he is not really interested in random hookups right now.

However, the hand belongs to Zayn, who makes a gesture with his finger indicating that Harry should follow him. They snake their way through the crowded room where people have gotten exponentially drunker within the past hour which leads to careless and sloppy dancing, endangering anyone who isn't following the beat.

Luckily, the two of them make it through, and continues into the kitchen and all the way to the open front door that leads them outside, where the sound of music acts as dull but constant background noise.

The cold air is refreshing and lifts the veil of dizziness clouding Harry's thoughts, and he takes in three deep breaths as he slowly relaxes completely.

Suddenly he doesn't feel like standing anymore and he plops down on the slightly cold grass without a warning, Zayn following only a second later.

There is quiet between them for a moment, but it's not an awkward kind of silence, even though it isn't quite comfortable either.

Finally, Zayn breaks it while fumbling for his pack of cigarettes. "So, did it work then?". When Harry looks at him with a questioning eyebrow, Zayn elaborates with explaining hand gestures. "The jealousy thing, I mean. "

"Oh. Yeah right. I guess it somehow did. I don't really know to be honest".

So, him and Zayn are alright then. Good. Not that he really doubted it, they've been through worse than a weird kiss or two.
Harry fiddles with the grass between his spread legs, before he continues. "He's just so frustrating! I don't know what he wants me to do".

Zayn takes a drag of his now lit cigarette before he answers with a shrug. "Why not just find some other guy then. I have seen you turn down at least three, and that's just tonight". Zayn's calm tone quickly changes when he catches Harry's murderous stare, and he makes a deprecating gesture while hurrying out his words. "Right sorry, not an option".

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They sit on the grass for a while, just talking about everything and nothing, while Zayn finishes his cigarette. When he's done, it's almost one, and they decide it's about time to go home, as Zayn has some family thing tomorrow and doesn't want to be too tired. Harry has nothing to do, as the case is most Saturdays, and he will probably just end up hanging out with Niall or something, but he doesn't mind leaving now. Tonight has been plenty eventful as it is.