Behind Closed Doors

20. Drunk Zarry

I had a few got drunk on you and now I'm wasted.
And when I sleep I'm gonna dream of how you tasted.
If you go out tonight, I'm goin out cause I know you're persuasive.
You got the salt and I got me an appetite, and now I can taste it

-"Medicine," by Harry Styles
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April 2012

The boys were now in Australia to begin the second leg of their, Up All Night, tour. During their weeks off, the band spent a lot of time rehearsing the set list and going through different bits to get some crowd involvement. They had to learn the ways to becoming successful international pop performers. Due to being so busy, Zayn hadn't been able to see Perrie much, maintaining their relationship through phone calls.

Zayn had spent a lot his free time with Harry during the weeks before leaving. Harry had begun making a habit of getting shit faced and then coming over to Zayn's place to hangout. Zayn didn't mind and rather enjoyed their late night chats. Haz was a hilarious drunk and clingy as hell, something Zayn worked in his favor. The only issue he had with it was when Harry stayed the night. At first it was completely normal in a mate to mate sort of way, with Harry crashing on the couch. However the last few times Harry came to Zayn's, Zayn would wake up with Harry in his bed all cuddled close to him.

It's not that he didn't like it. In fact, it felt really lovely and sweet. That was the problem. Morning cuddles wasn't something Zayn deemed normal for two people just messing around and he feared getting too attached. For some reason the sexual infidelity never had much affect over Zayn's teenage guilty conscience. Yet, waking up with Harry and their tangled legs made Zayn worry he was actually cheating emotionally as well. Despite all the ways he may be hurting Perrie, Zayn was most afraid of losing Harry. He didn't want to damage their friendship in any way.

Zayn had planned to voice his concern in a nonchalant way one evening when Haz showed up drunk at his doorstep.

After getting him some water and blankets, the two were sat on the couch, talking about tattoos they wanted. Harry seemed to really like some of Zayn's current tattoos and had asked Zayn if he would mind if he got similar ones.

"I mean, it's your body I can't really tell yeh what you can and can't do."

Harry smiled at Zayn adoringly and began scooting closer to him on the couch. When he was pressed right up against Zayn, he leaned his head on Zayn's shoulder and clung to Zayns arm. "You're the best, Z."

Zayn felt his cock grow and internally scolded himself. He was supposed to be telling Harry they should chill out. "Haz, can we talk about something?"

"Of course. What do you want to talk about?" Harry looked up at Zayn with his large green eyes and he looked so beautiful it made Zayn forget what he'd wanted to ask.

"Uhmm.... I-It's just —shit, Haz." As Zayn had been trying to catch his train of thought, Harry had begun to straddle Zayn on the couch, sucking on Zayn's neck.

Zayn lost all sense of what he'd even begun to talk about and decided to be in the moment with Harry. Zayn had been shirtless wearing his gym shorts and a beanie while Harry had on a dress shirt and skinny jeans that he'd worn to a bar. Zayn began to grind his hips up into Harry, wanting him to feel how turned on he was.

"Mmmmm, Zayn...." Harry whispered in his ear before nibbling on Zayn's ear lobe.

Zayn reached out to unbutton the first couple buttons of Harry's shirt before pulling it off and over his head. Harry stood up and hurriedly pulled his pants off, struggling and falling on his ass in the process. Zayn had been laughing at him but was immediately halted when Harry got on his knees and ripped Zayn's shorts down to his ankles, along with his briefs. Zayn thought it was sexy and expected Harry to touch him like they always did. He was taken by complete surprise when Harry remained on his knees in front of the couch and began leaving wet kisses up and down Zayn's cock.