Once in a lifetime

Chapter 41 Loser

They were in the middle of hard dry humping when the others showed up. They didn't get the chance to separate, so they heard all type of comments, starting by the loudest person in the world, Louis Tomlinson. A lot of giggles were heard too, and Zayn got a glimpse of Trisha and Anne's faces and they were blushing. Dirty fuckers, Niall whispered loud enough for it to reach everyone's ears.

"Oi, oi, oi! These two here rubbing against each other, while were battling to death. I can see them boners from here. I ain't no getting any closer to any of you." Lou said and causing Liam and Gem's laugh. Yaser coughed and Rob just grinned.

"Told ya, mat. They'd be at it. You know how they are." Liam said, laughing harder when he saw Harry trying to hide behind Zayn, and Zayn's cheeks looking almost purple.

"Shuddup, Leyum! You took forever and well...Whatever, mate." Zayn tried, but his defence died soon when he felt Harry's cock on his lower back. Not even being almost caught red handed was killing his erection.

"Oh, for fuck's sake. M' so fucking mortified. Can we move on from this situation, please? Tell us who won so we can go and have lunch and go home." Harry pleaded, trying to get his dick to relax, but feeling Zayn's ass right there...

"Well, I think is quite obvious who won, Barry. Can't you see our gears and the stains in them?" Grumpy Lou added, suddenly reminded of how the round had gone.

"He's acting all butthurt because he thought he would be the best of the best and guess what? He was killed, ridiculously so, I must add." Niall said, and Lou stared at him, in a way could've frozen hell.

"Goddamn it with the leprechaun lad. Why are you telling them? You were killed too."

"Yeah, but not like you, loser."

"I'm gonna fucking kill you again, Niall!" Lou shrieked and started shooting at him, running after him.

"Do we wanna know what happened?" Zayn asked, feeling how Harry was nestling against him even more, not feeling his hard on anymore, but now Harry was just leaning on him out of habit.

"For sure, before he returns and kills us all. Did you notice the stain colour on his gear?" Gemma said.

"Didn't pay attention, to be honest." Harry replied, with a sheepish smile.

"Of course, you didn't, you had your business elsewhere, huh? Well, it was blue. Do you remember what colour he chose?" She said, holding back a laugh. They needed to hurry now that he was away.

"To the point, sister, to the point." Harry growled.

"Point is, he was the only one left, besides Trisha and mum, so when Trisha who was on his team came from behind and spoke to him, it was spooky, and the idiot was cleaning the rifle because he got it muddy with all the back luck in the world that he shot himself after letting out a squeal like scream."

"Fuck my life! And I missed it??? I could've had material to mess with him for the resto of my life."

"Do I wanna know the reason why you missed it, though?" Rob spoke, smirking.

"Probably not." Zayn responded, scoffing.

"Didn't think so. At the end, as you can see, Trish felt bad about that and asked Anne to kill her. So, we, Harry's team won. He killed himself and the other team won." Yaser added.

They all went quiet for solid ten seconds and then all burst into laughter. It was so funny to think something like that would happen to Lou, especially Lou. When he stopped following Niall around, poor irish bloke looked more like a smurf than a leprechaun, but his chuckle was a satisfied one.

"Damn luck. We could've won. What you looking at, Zarry? What trouble too?"

Zayn and Harry raised their hands in surrender, right now messing with butthurt Lou wasn't the smartest move in the book, so they let it go for the time being. Ele had texted Harry to let him know she was already at the picnic area, and she was waiting for them. They went to clean up and change cloths. Harry and Zayn grabbed their gear and they said they would return it. They wanted to give it a try and see if they would sell Harry's vest.

"What makes you think they'll give it to you, Barry?" Bitter Lou was still on full display, but Harry wasn't having it. He wanted the alien, Zayn painted it for him, so he intended to keep it.

"Because I am Harry fucking Styles, book editor and Zayn Malik's boyfriend. Ain't that enough?"

"To hell if it is. I'm Louis Tomlinson, so what?"

"The one who shoots himself you mean?"

"Barry, you are dead."

"No, he ain't." Zayn interjected, pulling Harry behind him, protective mode on. Lou had forgotten for a moment Zayn was a killing machine in videogames, and he had his rifle in hand for some reason. He then felt three impacts in his body, shoulder, ribs and one very, very, very dangerously close to his balls.

"Fuck, mate. That shit hurts!"

"Stop messing with him, or I'll murder you a third time." Harry loved protective Zayn, it made him feel safe and adored, made him giggly. He inflated like a peacock, and kissed Zayn in the neck. They smiled when they heard a muffled kind of Fucking lovebirds from Lou, but he was already walking away cupping his balls before they could ask him to repeat. That was probably for the best, though.

"I hope seeing his wife and eating would help to ease that mood because Jesus! He is so snappy I could kick his ass right now." Harry said, still hugging Zayn from behind.

"Well, we know he hates losing and even more so the way he did it."

"Did someone take a picture of his gear, though? Please someone tell me yes." Niall asked.

They looked at each other for a minute, regretting no one had thought of that, until someone coughed.

"I might've. Just don't tell him." Trisha mentioned, causing them all to laugh. Ms. Malik was dangerous.