Intersection [ZARRY]

20

The man was going to drive him insane. Zayn hadn’t realized he wanted to go crazy until he met Harry. He did, though—at least that meant doing it with Harry. He kept Zayn on his toes, made him laugh more than he thought was possible, and made him feel comfortable at the same time.

He hadn’t realized something was missing from his life, but it had been. He felt full in a way that was completely foreign to him.
And now he had even more reasons to be scared to add to the list. Not only how their families would feel, and nerves about the sex, but he couldn’t stop thinking about the fact that Harry had been sick.

While Harry was apparently researching prostate stimulation and sucking dick, Zayn was researching aneurysms, what they entailed, or if people often got another one.

Because the thought of losing Harry freaked him the hell out. Zayn cared about him. A lot. Still, he tried to push serious thoughts out of his head. Harry seemed to be good at it, and if he could handle it,Zayn
should be able to as well.

The next few days went by in a pattern of work and spending time with Harry, much like the past couple of months, but with the addition of kissing and touching.

Before he knew it, it was Saturday. Harry was working at the shop, but they both had the evening and night off. His shop was closed Sundays and Mondays, and Zayn made sure he was off Saturdays and Mondays (except for paperwork he did from home those days). It gave them some time together that way.

And tonight they were watching porn. Gay porn.

And he was supposed to give his first blowjob.

You know, just a normal Saturday night.
He was scared shitless. Zayn did a little bit of paperwork but couldn’t really concentrate, so he got dressed and drove down to Harry’s shop. He figured he’d find out what the man wanted for dinner, which would give him something to do.

He’d only been here once before. Zayn walked through the glass doors, but didn’t see Harry or anyone else there. He hadn’t noticed anyone in the open garage, either.

He pulled out his phone to text Harry just as another man walked around the corner.

“Can I help you?” the guy asked. From
talking with Harry, Zayn knew this must be Tim.

“Hi. I’m Zayn. I’m looking for Harry.”

“Oh yeah. You’re his neighbor, right?”

The word neighbor rubbed him raw when it shouldn’t. It’s what he was.

“Yeah. Is he around?”

“He’s in his office with his lady. I’ll call back there and let him know you’re here.”

Well fuck. He’d thought only being called Harry’s neighbor rubbed him wrong; it had nothing on being told Harry was with his lady.

Zayn’s body temperature went up about a hundred degrees as he tried to take a few
breaths to settle down.

Logically, he knew who it was. It had to be Taylor. But he hadn’t realized everyone still thought they were together. He thought it was only Harry’s parents.

Why does it matter? I know the truth...
But it also hadn’t been that long ago that he watched them together and knew it was only a matter of time before they got back together.

“Zayn?” Harry’s voice pulled him out of his thoughts. He hadn’t realized Tim called back for Harry already.

“I said your name three times. Get your ass back here. Are you okay?”

He should be, but he didn’t really feel okay. This whole situation was so foreign and fucked up. He hadn’t realized until that second that there might be a part of him that didn’t trust Harry.

A fear that he would do the same thing to Zayn that Gigi had, and he wasn’t sure how to deal with that.

***

Harry studied Zayn as he moved toward him. There was something off, but Harry didn’t know what it was.

“You okay?” he reached for Zayn, but
pulled his hand back. Christ, he’d almost touched him right out in the open.

“Well if it isn’t hot neighbor Zayn.” Taylor smiled as Zayn walked into the office. Harry closed the door behind him.

“Shut it, Taylor. I told you no flirting with him.” Maybe it was okay before he’d decided he wanted Zayn, but not anymore.

“Hey,” Zayn replied just as Taylor said,

“You’re no fun.”

“On the contrary, I’ve been told I’m a whole hell of a lot of fun.” He winked at her and Taylor rolled her eyes.

“I’m just here for a minute and then you guys can get back to whatever you’re doing. I came to see what you wanted me to make for dinner.” Zayn  looked at Taylor, then Harry, before crossing his arms, a frown on his face.

What the hell was his problem?

“Okay, there’s enough tension in this room to cut with a knife.” Taylor  stood. “I’m going to go to the bathroom. Knock on the door when you’re done and I can pretend it took me a really long time to pee.”

Harry nudged her as she passed, both appreciative and a little annoyed because of the way she’d put it out there. She’d asked about him and Zayn, but Harry didn’t tell her anything. It was their business. She made it pretty obvious she knew something was going on, though. Not that Zayn hadn’t
made it pretty fucking obvious by coming in to ask him what he wanted for dinner. That sounded about as domesticated as anything Harry had ever heard.

“I think Taylor has us figured out. Though in all honesty, she realized before I did, but I think she knows it’s moved past my secret crush on you to something more.”

Half of Zayn’s mouth kicked up. It was the first time he’d almost smiled since Harry saw him today.

“You had a crush on me?”

“Obviously. And I’m glad you’re smiling. You came in here like you wanted to set the place on fire. What’s up?”

Harry walked over to him. He put his hands on Zayn’s waist just as the man asked,

“Why do you think it didn’t work out between you and Taylor?”

Umm...what? “Because we were better off as friends. It was a mistake. Now come here so I can kiss you.”

When Zayn didn’t move, Harry leaned
in. Zayn’s lips automatically parted for him. He hadn’t shaved today, so rough stubble met his skin.

He pushed his tongue into Zayn's mouth, thinking this felt pretty fucking amazing. He loved kissing this man. Zayn gave as good as he took—rough and eager. Tongue probing, mouth hungry.

“Be careful or you’re going to give me a hard-on.” Harry pulled back.

“I really should get back out there. I need to get this bike finished so I can get home on time today.”

“Okay.” Zayn pressed his lips to Harry’s one more time before pulling back.

“I don’t want Taylor. I need to make sure you know that.”

Zayn nodded. “Okay,” he said again. “What do you want me to make for dinner?”

Was that even a question? Harry shrugged.

“Doesn’t matter what you make, it’ll be good. Honestly, I don’t give a shit what we eat. I get to watch porn with a sexy man tonight and get my dick sucked. Nothing else really matters.”

When the man smiled at him, he couldn’t help but lean forward and take Zayn’s mouth one more time.