Touch (Z.S) (Rewriting)

Chapter 34.

Today, I finally called up Alex. We decided to meet at his house to talk with more privacy and come on, he's a bartender, he probably has some tricks up his sleeves for drinks.

I knock on the door of his apartment. I was just hoping I came to the right place. I hear the punk music pounding from the apartment.

"Alex what's this guy with long hair doing here?!" I hear a voice yell

I frown, crossing my arms, tapping my foot along the concrete. I hear the volume of the loud music go down.

The door swings open and I see Alex with this weird black soapy substance in his hair. I smile at the view of him.

"Harry hi!" Alex grins, his cheeks turning red

"Hi Alex!" I giggle at the mess on his head

"Come in!" Alex laughs, leading me into his apartment

The 2 other boys are confused at seeing a boy with long hair, green eyes, and a floral shirt in their punk apartment. I take a seat on the couch. It was very uncomfortable but hey, I didn't want to be rude.

"Sorry I was just dying my hair... I didn't think it would take this long... I expected it to be done by now but..." Alex chuckles

"So how are you doing?" He asks, tilting his head to the side

His other room mate with tattoos scattered all over his body turns on a blow dryer, the heat blown onto Alex's head. Alex squeezes his eyes shut.

"I'm fine. So I see you're getting rid of the blue hair. Going black now?" I chuckle

"Dark brown actually but yeah. Got tired of the blue hair." He laughs, keeping his eyes closed, "hang out with my other room mate while I finish up, yeah? Just 15 minutes."

I look up at his other roommate in the kitchen. His hair was blonde, a septum piercing, tanned skin, and hazel eyes. He was tall but he was shirtless, showing off the tattoos on his torso and arms, and wearing only a pair of Adidas sweatpants. He seemed like a punk rock surfer.

I laugh awkwardly and get up, walking towards him. I'd be lying if I said these boys weren't attractive because they really were.

I smile at the stranger. He looks up from his phone, a smile appearing on his face. I felt less scared, he actually smile. He wasn't too intimidating now.

"Hi. I'm Harry." I stand at least a foot away from him

"Kyle. How are you?" His voice was deep, his American accent standing out to me

"I'm fine. How about you?" This was an awkward conversation

"I'm good. So Harry, what brings you here?" He stares at me, his eyes sparkling

"Well... Alex and I met and decided to keep in touch and I want to get to know him more so... Here I am!" I push my hair from my face

"Wait... Like. Hook up with him?" Kyle says the last part in a whisper

"No, no!" My cheeks turn dark red, "I have a boyfriend"

"Oh... Sorry" Kyle starts laughing

We kept a comfortable conversation going for a while until Alex and the other boy decided to join us.

"Wait. I believe I know you. Harry... Friends with Louis Tomlinson?" The boy raises an eyebrow

"Yeah..." I'm confused. I know him?

"It's Calum, nice to see you man!" Calum grins

Oh, Calum! I remember now!! We all start some random conversation, I talk a bit about Zayn when Alex asks, he talks about himself. Passed their tattoos and piercings, they were actual nice guys. The most genuine guys I've met!