Behind Closed Doors

17. Relapse

Zayn heard the buzzer to his home letting him know someone wanted in. Zayn knew it was Harry and let him through, waiting patiently for Harry to come to the door. Zayn was in a happy mood as he'd waited for Harry to come. He had on a red floral button up shirt with black skinny jeans, his third outfit he'd tried on, wanting to look more presentable than yesterday. What Zayn was not expecting was to see a sullen looking Harry at his doorstep.

Zayn opened the door and it was the first thing he noticed. Despite Harry's always beautiful physique, dressed in a white crew neck sweater and denim jeans, Harry seemed as though he hadn't slept a wink. There were dark circles under his eyes, his hair was uncombed and he wore a permanent frown on his face. Harry held a bag in his hands containing Zayn's clothes, which Zayn took, remembering that it was the reason Harry had texted or even come over at all.

"Come in, Harreh. Please? You look like you could use some food and rest. Let me try to be as good a host as you proved to be."

"Nah, I really shouldn't. I have things to do today and I don't really care to take a tour hosted by the Hadid/Maliks."

Ouch.

"Are you alright? Youh seem upset...." Zayn voiced.

"Just peachy. Can I please get my clothes back now too before I have to see her. I'm not in the mood to socialize."

"She's not here mate. She is headed back to the states as we speak, probably already on the plane."

Harrys mood seemed to raise a bit at Zayn's words. "Oh. Well then, perhaps I can stay a bit. You have seen me beyond grumpy so
I don't mind socializing with you so much."

Zayn opened the door to let Harry in. Harry immediately went to the record player. "Aww sick mahn! This is so amazing. I love that you got a gramophone."

"Thanks. Youh hungry? Thirsty?"

"Actually..... ya I could go for some food. Haven't been able to keep much down today, probably from drinking so much yesterday."

Zayn had seen Harry drink far more than he had the day before and he always bounced back quickly. Either Harry really sobered up over the past year or he was hiding something.

"Can I pick something to play?"

"Goh 'head."

Zayn began searching for food to fix up before dinner. He decided on chicken curry. He had some sauce already made up in the freezer all he had to do was cook some basmati rice and grill the chicken. Usually he let the chicken sit in the sauce and marinate most the day but there was no time so it would have to suffice.

As the rice sat in the cooker and Zayn put chicken on a plug-in skillet he owned, music began to fill the entire home. Harry had chosen an Elvis Presley album, B side, and skipped to the song, "Suspicious Minds."

We're caught in a trap,
I can't walk out.
Because I love you too much baby.
Why can't you see?
what you're doin to me,
when you don't believe a word I say.

Harry sang along with every line, the sound of his singing made Zayn smile rather widely. He'd missed that sound. Zayn decided to see what Harry was doing, leaving the kitchen for a minute. He saw Harry who was dancing and pretending to mimic Elvis Presley's moves as he sung the lyrics.

Zayn couldn't help it, he began to laugh out loud at the sight before him. Harry, however, didn't mind a bit and waltzed over to Zayn, walking around Zayn as he sang and moved his hips in circles. When Harry was back in front of Zayn he did a little hair flip and cat walked away, only making Zayn laugh harder.