New Roomie (Zarry AU)

7. Fück Boy

A/N: Sorry for not updating sooner! I have not neglected this book, just VCE and work and everything just, ugh. Here's the next chapter, hope you enjoy it !

Jess x

Harry's POV

I didn't know why, but after last night, things felt awkward. It was almost as if Zayn knew something about me that I didn't, or maybe he thought I knew something that he doesn't. Either way, this was most likely the reason we haven't said anything to each other all morning.

Zayn was busy setting out his arrangement of colourful d*ldos over his bed, handling them with care and cleaning them thoroughly, as I just sit there at the corner of the room not sure whether to look over there or not. In my peripheral vision I could see blue, black, purple, hot pink and red d*ldos spread across the top of his bed, all different shapes, widths and sizes.

Zayn looks up at me and gives me a small smile, which is quite inconsiderate considering his 'chore'. I stare at his hands, the motions he's making on a certain hot pink d*ldo. I'm not sure if he was attempting to seduce me or what, but seriously, he needs to calm down.

"I heard you wanking last night," Zayn starts the conversation.

Well f*ck.

Zayn continues, "So come on."

"Come on what?" I ask, furrowing my eyebrows.

"Show me the goods," Zayn smirks.

"Goods? You mean my p*nis?"

Zayn nods.

"W-why should I show you my p*nis?"

"Because I want to see it."

"Why"

"Maybe it could suit lace, panties, a costume. I don't know, maybe even covered in whipped cream."

"You're sick,"

"No, I'm horny. I'm cleaning d*ldos, plus, we were having a communal wank with a wall of plaster between us last night. I wanna see if my imagination is as good as I thought. So come on, d*ck please."

"I'm not showing you my d*ck." I stand up, shaking my head.

"Come on, we can have some fun," Zayn smirks, standing up on the side of the bed and slowly walking closer to me.

My breath hitches. Before I know what I'm doing I'm halfway through pulling down my tracksuit pants. Why am I doing this?

Zayn bites his lip, his eyes looking down my body.

"I don't know what this is," I mutter as fail to stop myself from pulling my track pants down to my ankles.

"Think of it as a, 'Try before you buy'," Zayn licks his lips as he starts to stroke me from the outside of my boxers.

I gulp. I'm not leaning into his touch, but I'm not stepping back either.

God, what has happened to me?

His hand reaches into my boxers and pulls them down in one movement. A gasp falls from my lips as I feel the chilly air on my semi.

I look at Zayn, whose eyes are full of shock, and disappointment.

"What is that?"

"Uhh...my c*ck?"

"Is that what you call a c*ck?"