Intersection [ZARRY]

8

Zayn made his way next door as soon as he heard Harry’s motorcycle rev in the driveway.

“You have to let me marinate the meat.”
He pulled off his helmet as he sat on his bike in the garage, and then turned it off.

“Oh, I do, huh?” He pulled his leg around the bike and stood.

“And that sounds kinky. Be careful who you’re saying shit like that to.”Harry winked at him and Zayn rolled his eyes.

“I’m telling you, you won’t regret it. It’ll be the best steak you ever put in your mouth.” He’d kick Harry’s ass if he tried to make his last statement sound like something it shouldn’t.

Harry opened his mouth and Zayn held up a hand.
“Shut up and give me the meat.” It was surprising to him how comfortable he felt around the guy. They’d fallen easily into a friendship, when Zayn hadn’t done that in years.

Harry slid the backpack off, opened it and handed two bags to Zayn.

“I need to clean up a bit while you go play with the meat. I’ll be out soon. Oh, and Taylor called. She’s feeling left out so I invited her over to hang out with us. Is that cool?”

“Your ex-girlfriend Taylor?” he asked on reflex. He wasn’t sure why it mattered who it was. “Or I guess I should say, your current girlfriend, depending on who’s around?”

“Ex works. Better yet, just call her a friend. That’s all she ever should have been, anyway. She’s great. You’ll love her. See ya in a few.” Harry walked over to the door that led into his house, but for some reason, Zayn  didn’t move.

It was a strange concept to him—the fact that they were so close, had been together, broke it off, but were still close. Oh, and add in the fact that they kept their break-up from Harry’s parents. It was none of his
business one way or another, but...he didn’t know. It was just weird to him.

Probably because his only relationship experience was Gigi, and she’d screwed him over so royally.

Still, he was used to it just being the two of them, and now they’d have someone else with them. And, I sound like a fucking weirdo. What the hell is wrong with me?

“You plannin’ on marinating your meat in my garage, or what?”

Yeah. He guessed that probably wouldn’t work too well. Zayn wasn’t sure what the hell was wrong with him.

“You’re a riot. See you in a bit.” He walked out of the garage, around the house and back to his place.

As Zayn tenderized their steaks, and added all his favorite ingredients to the marinade, his mind went back to his neighbor. There was something he wasn’t telling Zayn when it came to Taylor. He had a feeling it was
something pretty personal to Harry, and considering he had no obligation to
tell Zayn jack-shit, he needed to quit worrying about it.

It didn’t take Zayn long to get everything put together before he wrapped the meat in saran wrap so it could soak in the mixture he’d created.

He changed into a pair of blue jeans and a black T-shirt, the whole time wondering what Taylor would be like. Since she was so close with Harry, he had a feeling they would be similar, which meant Zayn was in a whole hell of a lot of trouble. He could hardly keep up with Harry sometimes, so
he had no idea how he was supposed to keep up with Harry and the female
version of him.

A few minutes later there was a knock on his sliding glass door. The only possibility was Harry so he called out,

“It’s open.” He heard the door sliding in its track and then Harry spoke.