Bully to Boyfriend(Zarry)

Chapter Five

After football practice, Zayn ran to his car to avoid Harry. He put his car in reverse and started to back out of the space he occupied. Suddenly Harry appeared behind his car. Zayn hit the brakes abruptly, causing his head to hit the steering wheel. He flinched and rubbed the side of his head where there was a little blood. Zayn looked behind him but the boy with a mop of hair wasn't there. Then there was a knock on his window. Lo and behold Harry was standing there. He rolled down his window and sighed. "What do you want Harold?" he bit. The taller lad clenched his fists, shut his eyes and took a deep breath. If he wanted Zayn to hang out with him he had to control his anger at the hideous name.

"I believe we had a date scheduled for his afternoon," Harry smirked.

"I believe you have me mistaken for someone else."

"No, I'm pretty sure you're the dark haired boy I spoke with a lunch."

"Nope. Wasn't me."

"Sure it was. You were with that clueless chick and Faglinson," Harry smirked.

"God, you're so rude to everybody. Don't you ever take a brake?" a frustrated Zayn spoke.

"Messing with people is too much fun."

"Yeah, well the fun's over," Zayn said rolling his window up.

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When Zayn pulled into his driveway, followed by another unknown car. He looked in his rearview mirror and saw Harry. What the heck is he doing here? The raven haired boy asked himself. He got out of his car cautiously. "Nice house babe," Harold said.

"What are you doing here?"

"Well I figured if you didn't want to come hang out with me, I'd come hang out with you,"

"Leave."

"Zayn! Oh good, your home! Dinner just finished cooking. Why don't you boys come inside and wash up," Zayn's mum said and went back into the house.

"Well I can't leave now, your mum wants me to stay for dinner."

"You're obnoxious Harry."

"Thank you, it's one of my many skills."

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"So, Harry do you play football too?" Zayn's dad asked.

"No, sports aren't really my thing. I'm more into volunteer work," Harry said shoving a bite of potaos in his mouth.

"That's wonderful. Zayn still needs more community service hours for school." Trish says.

"He can tutor me. It's been hard adjusting to a new school and I'm behind on all of my work."

"That would be wonderful! What a good friend you are!" Zayn's mum exclaimed. The entire time Zayn just sat there shoving food into his mouth, glaring at Harold. There was no way he was going to tutor some jerk like him.

"Well if you boys are done eating, you can head upstairs and do some homework or play video games or something." Mrs. Malik said.

"Actually Harold, has to go home and run errands with his mum. Isn't that right?" Zayn said, trying to get Harry to leave.

"Oh, no. She actually just texted me a little while ago and told me she wasn't feeling well."

"Well you should go take care of her then."

"She'll be fine. Just allergies. Plus Robin is there," Harry said crumbling Zayn's plans.

"Well then it's settled. You're staying!" Yaser said.

"Greaatttt." The dark haired boy said sarcastically.
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"Nice comic book collection."

"Don't touch those!"

"Is that a new Mac?" Harry said look over to the next thing in Zayn's room.

"Yes. Don't touch."

"I like your taste in music too," Harold said, examining everything in the other lads room like a science experiment.

"Stop touching my CDs!"

"Well then what can I touch?" Harry said walking to Zayn's side.

"Nothing. Stay away from it all."

"Can I touch this?" Harry said squeezing the shorter boy's bottom.

"Especially not that."

"But what about these?" The curly one asked holding on to Zayn's hips.

"No, Harry."

"How about this?" He asked gentally kissing Zayn's neck. This time Zayn didn't respond. He couldn't. His breathing hitched and his pulse quickened. Harold continued, earning a soft moan from the shorter bloke. "I'll take that as a yes." The curly haired boy continued to suck and nip at his neck. Even if he could, Zayn wouldn't stop Harry right now. All he felt was pure bliss. Harold moved to his lips. Zayn immediately kissed him back. Zayn parted his lips allowing the other lad to slip his tounge through. Their tounges fought for dominance and Harold eventually won. He pushed the short lad on the bed and climbed on top of him. Zayn pulled away and looked at Harry confused. Before he could ask what was going on between them there was a knock on the door. Both lads scrambled to compose themselves. Zayn opened the door and was surprised to see his best friend, Louis.

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Uh-oh! What is the sass master going to say about this one?