Behind Closed Doors

32. Crytabel Rily pt. 2

"Fuck," Zayn muttered after hanging up the call and walking back into the room. "Haz, I thought it was juz her. She's like, bringing a friend or something."

"What? Are you sure?"

"Ya, mahn. I talked to her friend on the phone. She didn't act like they were both gonna partake in the festivities but she did seem to think they'd both be comin in."

Harry was sat on the bed drinking his third beer while Ginuwine played through his speaker. "Shit. How the hell is this gonna work?"

"Fuck if I know." Zayn replied, taking a seat by Harry as he worked to finish his beer. After a few moments of silent drinking, Harry let out a frustrated sigh/growl. He stood up and began to pace, worrying Zayn.

"Harreh—"

"No! I just want this to happen already. I want it so badly and I can't wait any longer."

"Hazza, this is too risky. I think we need to forget this whole ordeal, okay? I can't risk getting caught. This chick isn't worth it."

"I can't wait, Z. Look," Harry said as he stopped pacing to make eye contact with Zayn.
"You've made it quite clear you don't wanna have sex with just me. And I get it, it's weird and I'm not—I know I'm not a girl and that maybe you're afraid it won't be good. This was like my one chance to try and get you to do it. I figured, maybe you'd allow it if a girl was present and you could fuck us both."

Having been listening to Harry's every word, Zayn began to chuckle. He stood up and walked over to a confused Harry, taking his hand and giving his knuckles a kiss. "Oh, Harreh. What am I gonna do with you, babe?"

Snatching his hand away, Harry looked flustered and upset. "Don't make fun of me."

"I'm not. I'm only laughing because of how blind I've been and how blind you are."

"Wha—"

Zayn shushed him with a soft kiss to his lips. "I'd forgotten how sensitive you can be a—"

Once again, Harry tried to move away from Zayn but he wouldn't let him and wrapped his arms around Harry. "You are making fun of me."

"No, never Harreh. I'm just amused is all. Nothin wrong with being sensitive. Now let me finish talking before you interrupt again, okeh?" Harry nodded in defeat, looking anywhere but Zayn's eyes. "I didn't mean to make youh feel rejected in the shower yesterday. That was never my intention. Harreh, I've wanted to fu—to make love to youh ever since I realized my feelings for youh."

Finally, Harry looked into Zayn's eyes in shock. "What?"

"Ya, babe. For months now I've thought about it. Actually it was before then. After we started to.... ya know.... that night we were drunk, I felt soh horrible for making you bleed. It was all happening soh fast I just..... couldn't stand the idea of me hurting you. All that said, I couldn't forget the way you felt. It was soh guhd, baby. Better than anything. But I felt guilty about it because at the same time, you'd been in pain.

"Soh even though I broke things off for a bit, I still thought about it all the time. I wanted to learn how to take care of youh in bed and make ya feel guhd. Just as good as me if not moreso. I uh.... Watched a lot of gay porn, if ya know what I mean. Like, I watched soh much, Haz," Zayn confessed, chuckling nervously. "I've just been waiting for the opportunity to present itself, but first I wanted to make sure I could make youh feel good in that way. It's why I sort of initiated uz watching porn together a couple months ago. I wanted to get you in the mood to let me try and finger you...... Sayin' it out loud like that makes me feel like a manipulative bastard, shit. Im sorry, babe." Zayn said and began to pull away from Harry this time.