"Well, you come here tonight at 9 o'clock, okay?", Harry spoke into his cell phone. On the other end of the phone, I heard a voice with an Irish accent answer him. A few seconds later they both said goodybe and hung up. Harry turned to me. I turned away and looked out of the window. I actually had something else in mind, like going out to town for ice cream with the lads. I definitely hadn't thought of going to a club and getting drunk. Sighing, I twisted my armband between my fingers. "Z, come on." Harry's voice came from right next to me. He put his arm around me. "We'll have fun, much fun."
I laughed bitterly and shook his arm off my shoulders. I continued to look stubbornly out the window. "Fun?" I said disparagingly. "If you like quick sex in the toilet with a stranger you won't even remember, sure." I gave my mate a venomous look. He rolled his eyes. "There was no mention of that. And even if it comes to that, you still have fun for one night." While I crossed my arms in front of my chest, Harry continued. "Maybe you just don't know what fun is." "Maybe I just don't like doing stuff like that!" "Then stay at home."
Ouch. That hurt. I swallowed. "Yes, that would probably be best for all of us. Have fun without me.", I muttered. "I didn't mean it that way, you know that." Harry's tone softened. "I want you with me." I looked at him pained. "But I don't want to be there." "Zayn...", he started, but I cut him off. "Please." I whispered. He put a hand on my cheek. "I promise we will have fun. Real fun. Without sex. Come with me." His emerald eyes looked pleadingly at me. How could I not get soft there?
"Well, okay...", I started. Harry immediately interrupted me by hugging me tightly and squeezing me briefly. "Thanks, Zee." Now I got goosebumps. I had to add that to my list. Butterflies, warm tingling and goosebumps. "It's okay." He beamed from one ear to the other. "But what are we wearing?", I asked worried. Harry instantly burst into a fit of laughter. "That's your biggest concern, right?" I kneaded my hands, embarrassed. "I'm sorry..." My best friend stopped laughing and looked me in the eye lovingly. "No, no, I-I like it. Your behavior. I mean y-your characteristics. You know!", Harry tried to explain himself with a stutter. I raised my eyebrows, grinning. "What I mean is, that I like you. Just the way you are." My heart swelled to double its size at his words. He held out his hand to me. "Then let's find the right clothes, Zaynie." Smiling, I looked at his hand and grabbed it. The warm tingling was back.
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Love and friendship is the same person - Zarry
FanfictionTwo men, that were once young boys. Two guys, that are best friends. Two souls, that will become lovers. Written: 2020