𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥 - 𝘡𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘴

Illicit Affairs

{I tried fluff}

Zayn was riding his bike, the cool wind tousling his hair. His eyes trained to the sidewalk. He pedaled fast, his legs pumping. Meet me behind the bleachers after the game. Those were the words Harry had told him after slipping him into a janitors closet, his emerald eyes gazing at him. Zayn being the love lured fool he was had no choice but to follow through.

The gray clouds above him seemed to frown at him, the probability of downpour didn't cease his excitement. He rode his bike faster, the chipped sidewalk blurring underneath him.

He stopped in-front of the school, tossing his bike down on the bike rack. He jogged slightly, his light windbreaker not doing much to prevent him from the cool autumn air. From what he could tell the game was ending, he peered around looking for Harry. The high schoolers seemed to leave now, the school colors they drew on a their faces, streaming down in the rain, making a rainbow of black and green.

The empty football field was lit by the overhead lights, casting a neon glow. Under the bleachers. Zayn strolled past the crowd, bumping and apologizing. Earning him some angry glares. He ducked under the steel bleachers.

Harry wasn't in sight.

Zayn pressed a smile on, and waited seconds, tapping his foot against the gravel. He counted seconds in his head, god this was probably a prank why would Harry want me. Doubts flooded his head.

Suddenly he felt strong arms entwine against his waist. "You came." Harry's deep voice mumbled in his ear. Zayn turned his head, their eyes met.

"Why wouldn't I?" Zayn whispered against Harry's earlobe. Harry's grasp on his waist tightened. "Did you guys win?"

"Yes," Harry pressed a chaste kiss on Zayn's nose. "For you."

"What about her?" Zayn asked, it was hard lying and holding hands under the bleachers after games, hard having illicit affairs.

"What about her?" Harry asked, feigning confusion. "She doesn't matter okay."

"Whatever you say," Zayn said not convinced, because Harry wouldn't understand how it felt. How it felt seeing Harry and her hold hands so freely in the cafeteria, locking lips in front of everybody at the football game. They never had to hide like Zayn and Harry did. And sometimes Zayn felt bad, he felt bad knowing he was breaking a relationship. But Harry's love felt like a lighthouse over the ocean of his life. Being loved by Harry was one of the best feelings, it felt like the first sunny day after a long winter.

So he leaned in once more, Harry's hands on his sides, cursed in love, their lips moved together so beautifully. Why was it so wrong? Even if their tongues moved together like puzzle pieces. Was this a sin? Like they told them, love was for a man and woman. If it was so wrong why did it feel so right?

Women never felt like this, women weren't Harry. Harry grazed his cheekbone with his pinky finger, whispering sweet nothings in his ear. And Zayn just leaned in, like he always did. For Harry.

He had never fallen into a love this deep.