Behind Closed Doors

24. An Idea

As soon as Zayn and Harry entered Harry's room, Harry began fidgeting over random items nervously while avoiding Zayn's eyes. "Haz, why'd you really want me to come to your room?"

Harry sighed and looked at Zayn, an unreadable expression on his face. He looked more tired than Zayn had ever seen. Why hadn't he noticed before? Zayn had been so busy lusting for Harry in secret he could only focus on his own arousal when he saw Harry. For the first time since April, it was like the fog had cleared.

"Before I say what I initially brought you here for, jus let me do something, okay? Please just let me..."

Harry had begun walking over to Zayn and grabbed his hand, firmly grasping it in both of his own. He finished his sentence with a light kiss to Zayn's knuckles causing an electric current to shoot through Zayns arm. His instinct was to use his other hand to cup Harrys face, as Zayn nodded. "Ya.... What do you want, Harreh?"

Harry began to inch closer to Zayn, "A kiss." With that, he closed the gap and pressed his lips to Zayn.

Zayn couldn't resist and kissed him back. Harry immediately opened his mouth for Zayn who slid in his tongue. He wanted to kiss Harry slowly, to savor the way Harry made him feel alive. He hadn't felt this in months. Harry, however, wasn't on the same page and grabbed the back of Zayn's head and tugged hard onto his hair, smashing their lips together and quickening the pace. Harry had begun to back up with Zayn towards his bed, unbeknownst to Zayn until the back of his knees buckled against the side of the bed.

Harry used Zayns stumble to push him back hard onto the bed and jumped next to the spot on the bed beside him. Both boys looked at the ceiling as they tried to catch their breaths and their reason.

They stayed like that, together on Harry's bed in silence.

"You said you had something you wanted to talk about, right?" Zayn remembered Harry mentioning something about it but had gotten lost in his lips to care.

"Oh. Ya. I uh... I wanted to help you with your predicament." Harry replied as he turned on his side to face Zayn.

"Huh? predicament?"

"Ya I can get a dictionary if you need, mate. I'll wait, there's no rush." Harry responded sarcastically.

Zayn chuckled before Harry went on. "You know, the whole wanting to get laid ordeal..... I'll help you."

Zayn sat up as he rubbed his face, "Harreh, you know we tried that and I don't know if—"

"Shhh. Let me talk." The sternness in Harrys voice was enough to shut Zayn up. "I don't mean me. Well... sort of ... but not what you think."

Confused, Zayn waited for Harry to explain. "You want me, Zayn. Although you try and pretend you don't, here you are in my room kissing me. This pattern is going to keep happening if we keep denying ourselves. Rather than avoid each other and eventually fall back into the cycle, lets be proactive, ya?"

Harry looked at Zayn who nodded, avoiding Harrys eyes. He felt like he was see through. At least to Harry.

"I love sex. You love sex." Harry explained by motioning to himself and then to Zayn. "We both enjoy shagging girls but for some reason still find ourselves gravitating towards each other. There's really only one solution that makes this situation less awkward for everyone."

It seemed like Harry thought the answer to what he was getting at was obvious. Yet, Zayn had no idea what his point was.

"What solution?"

"Me, you and a girl. A threesome, Z. It's perfect. We get to fool around together while shagging a chick in the same breath. The best part is a threesome gives us a safe space for all of it."