New Roomie (Zarry AU)

6. Hot Dogs and Weiners

*unedited*

Harry's POV

Gemma stared at me with wide eyes and utter shock, and Zayn and I looked back at her with the exact same expression.

"Uh, having a sleepover?" I say the first thing that comes to my head.

"Gem? What's wrong?" Robin's voice echoed through the room.

"Uh, nothing, just got scared by my shadow," Gemma laughs lightly and gives me a glare that's staring a hole into the centre of my forehead.

Zayn and I simultaneously sigh in relief as Gemma was basically lifting the mattress up herself in desperation, to get us out of the house. We helped her, of course, and were out before we know it.

Thank god for my annoying, bitchy, loud and obnoxious sister.

Zayn and I pull the mattress and lift it up onto Zayn's veranda then leant the mattress against the wall. Well, that wasn't as traumatising as I feared, but it was enough. I ran back to my bedroom, closed the window, reattached the flyscreen (with great difficulty), grabbed my pillow and doona and returned to the unit, just as Zayn was dropping the mattress into the spacious bathroom.

The bathroom had a toilet, shower and a sink, and somehow, and miraculously, my mattress just fit in there. It might be blocking the door, but at least I can still shower without sleeping in a wet patch every night. I'll need to make a note to ensure that Zayn has his showers before I go to bed also, as I think I'll never be able to sleep seeing his ass.

I need to say one thing on that note though, that Zayn's jeans make his ass look heavenly. Oh god, that was really gay of me to say... Forget I said that, okay? Okay.

Zayn and I look at each other and smile, grateful that we had accomplished the task without getting caught. And now, hopefully, I don't need to go back.

"Harry Boo?" I hear a voice from outside the unit, "Gemz told me you're having a sleepover."

Is Louis seriously here? I groan. As much as I love him, in a brotherly way, he can get clingy.

I walk over to the door and slide it open, seeing Louis with his hair done up smoothly and his, silver and blue nails tapping against the wall.

Louis helps himself into the unit, even though neither Zayn nor I welcomed him in.

"I was sad Hazzy, where was my invite?" Louis pouted, giving me a small pat on the back and then walking over to Zayn, giving him a small hug.

"Ooh, nice place," Louis then said, looking around the unit. I hadn't even had the chance to sit down and Louis was already here looking around.

"I'm going to make some coffee, you guys want anything?"

"No thanks," I mutter.

"That's really sweet Zayn, but I just had a cup of tea thank you," Louis smiled and Zayn went into the kitchen.

"You two gonna have sex tonight?" Louis whispered.

"What the? No!" I whisper yelled, "I'm not gay."

"Harry, baby, you can't tell me that you aren't the tiniest little bit of gay?" Louis urged, "Please, he's like, God. Everyone wants to fuck God. Well, not the old guy God, but the sex on legs God."

"How many, exactly, did you drink?" I say, curiously, trying to change the subject.

"Three," Louis burps, "And a half. Bottles. Of wine. Have I shown you my nails yet?" Louis holds his hands out in front of my face, forcing me to focus on his nails.