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I am kind of pissed at him. He was basically asking if he could fuck me a second ago and now he acts like he doesn't want to be around me.

But that emotion changes as soon as I see the fucking hot tattooed boy running towards me, arms wide open.

"Zayn!" I scream, opening my arms and closing my eyes, waiting for a tackled hug.

He comes into my arms and I feel his warm embrace. It feels really good to get a hug from him.

"So, are we gonna discuss?" He asks, still holding me in my arms.

"I can't, I have a stubborn bitch on my hands." Speaking my mind wasn't the best idea because Zayns eyebrows furrowed.

"Harry? Great," He says, looking around to see if he's here but I answer that he isn't.

"Would you like me to go or...?" He asks, looking awkward.

"Stay?"

He nods, wrapping an arm around my waist.

After five minutes of Harry sulking in his room, I get annoyed so I go over to the door and pound on it very loudly.

"Harry! It's time to shoot!" I yell, going back over to Zayn.

"Sit?" I ask, motioning to the couch.

He sits down as an answer. He grabs my hand and pulls me down with him, so I'm sitting on his lap.

We've always been like this, all close and touchy feely. It wasn't exactly a new thing. Although, we've never kissed; just cuddled and hugged.

"When is this Harry character coming out of his room? When he gets done pouting or is he just this way; all uptight and shit?" Zayn asks, gently rubbing my back with his fingertips.

"Pouting," I say, hesitating to tell Zayn whats been happening. If I tell him, it will sound extremely unprofessional and could quite possibly ruin everything I've worked hard for. I didn't get this amazing job with just the snap of a finger. Five years ago I was pit pocketing money for food and now, I've got a black card and can buy a million dollar wrist watch. Instead of taking pictures of landscapes of how I originally wanted, I'm now taking pictures of lovely models in underwear.

"What's he pouting for?" He asks, expanding his fingers then closing them back up on my back. It felt really good, to be honest.

"H-He wanted white underwear but we had to use black."

Really? That's what I came up with. I just said the first thing that came to mind and now I made Harry sound even worse than Zayn had already thought.

Zayn just rolled his eyes, making more small talk but five minutes later, I couldn't handle it.

I excused myself from Zayn and made my way over to Harry's room.

I crouched down and put my ear to the door, pushing really hard since I heard absolutely nothing.

But when the door swung open, I banged the side of my head into Harry's chest.

"I-uh-yo-" I stuttered out twisting my fingers when his face didn't move, he didn't even blink.

I started laughing, really hard in a matter a fact. It only happened when I was very nervous or uncomfortable. Nothing was funny in particular, it just came out.

It did work though, the corners of his mouth twitched up.

I was giggling now and subconsciously looked at Zayn, and he smiled at me then at Harry. I knew he was only being nice to him because of me.

Harry's eyes never left mine, not even flickered to where I was staring. Only me.

And I looked into his, not laughing anymore. His forest eyes made me want to jump in and explore them.

He jerked his head back lightly, telling me to come in.

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