Behind Closed Doors

15. Pisces

Come around like the sun
Most the time you're on my mind  x4

Put a hand in my pocket, walk away, walk away, yeah
Put a hand in my pocket, walk away

Love me to death or don't give me anything
Oh yeah, oh yeah   x3

-"Casino," Ryan Beatty
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Zayn and Harry ate their food in the house along with more glasses of wine. Zayn felt a nice head buzz again after sobering up a bit from the tequila previously. Unfortunately, the food had completely ruined their moment and though they weren't back to being completely guarded as they'd been all day, Zayn could feel the moment as it passed away. He tried to see the positives though and kept telling himself it was for the best that they weren't being physically intimate again. They needed to try and just be friends. Yet that felt more and more impossible the longer he spent with Harry.

Harry had given Zayn some sweats and a grey T-shirt to wear after their swim. Harry had only put on briefs and a sweatshirt. The two were back in Harrys room eating on the sofa he had on one side of the bedroom facing the tv. The episode of Friends they were watching finally ended.

"You mind if I use that window to smoke?" Zayn asked.

"Be my guest."

Zayn walked over to the floor length window, opening it halfway to hold the cigarette out of while he smoked. To his surprise, Harry followed him and leaned against the wall, watching Zayn intently. It made him slightly self-conscious the longer it went on.

"I got food on my face or somethin?"

Harry looked away quickly. "No. Just thinking is all, I didn't realize I'd been staring. Sorry."

"S'all guhd."

"It's already 8 pm. You seem much more coherent than before. Are you staying?"

Zayn wasn't sure how to take the comment. He felt like he was being kicked out in a way and didn't want to overstay or infringe upon any plans Harry may have.

"Uhmmm... Im probably fine to drive. I can go, if you want. No worries."

"No, no, I don't want you to go." Harry said in a hurry. "I mean.... if you want to leave uh... I can drive you, I still just don't think you should drive considering you are uh ..still a bit buzzed is all."

Zayn wanted to stay. He really did but where would he sleep? In Harrys bed with him?

As if reading his mind, Harry spoke again, "I have a guest bedroom so it really isn't a burden at all."

Zayn couldn't help the disappointed feeling he got knowing he wouldn't stay in here with Harry. Obviously it was stupid to even assume Harry would ever let him sleep in the same bed as him again, but Zayn couldn't help it. "Okay, thanks," was his reply.

"Can I have a smoke with you?"

The question shocked Zayn. Harry had smoked a multiple times with Zayn in the past but it was usually just his way of trying to remain near Zayn at all times. It was not uncommon for him to find Harry at his heels when Zayn would exit the tour bus for a smoke. He'd always play it off like he wanted to smoke as well but would only ever take a small hit and then remain with Zayn until he was finished. It never irritated Zayn. He thought it was cute in a way, to know Harry wanted to be near him.