Change My Mind

Chapter 10(The party mess II)

Zayn's POV,

Harry refused to get out of the car, again and I had to carry him into my house, towards my room. His eyes were closed, nearly falling asleep, while wrapping his hands around my neck.

"Zayn?", I jumped from the sudden voice of my mom, standing at the staircase.

"Hey mom", I tried to act normal, ignoring drunk af Harry is in my hand with vomits on his shirt.

"Is he okay? He looked-"

"Wasted, yeah. Please don't tell Anne about it, mom. It's not his fault", I covered up for him, when it was clearly his.

"Okay okay. I won't. Just make him okay yeah?", mom finally said goodnight to me before she went into her room. I gently lay Harry down in my bed, as I carried him to my room.

"You can't sleep in those. I don't want my bed to smell like vomit okay?", I said and Harry looked at me with his sleepy eyes. His curls were messy and falls over his forehead in different directions. His nose and cheeks were all red from the alcohol. 

"What are you doing to me, Harreh", I murmured myself and sighed, starting to took off his shirt. Harry moaned as my fingers brushed along his chest. I had to control myself not to kiss all over his milky soft bare chest and take him right here, right now-

Stop it Zayn. He's a man. You can't just imagine doing sexual stuffs to him!.

And lastly, I pulled off his jeans, only to leave him in boxers. Gosh, his legs..so long and sexy. I always think Harry's legs were sexy in those jeans. Just like supemodel.

"Why am I naked now? Are you raping me?", Harry asked thickly, not having a clue.

"Not that I complain", then he added, which made my heart raced and I chuckled. I imagined of him blushing like hell the next day, knowing after the things he said.

"You don't know how much I want you right now", I said before realizing. He won't remember the next day right? I hope so..

I took off my shirt and rolled into the bed next to Harry and he tossed around so we're facing each other now. "Do you think I'm pretty?", he asked me, in a murmur voice.

I smiled, tracing my finger along Harry's jawline, "Pretty? You're a masterpiece, Harry. I wish you were a girl", I sighed.

Harry beamed, his pie-eyes twinkled in the dim lamp. "You are so kissable. Can I kiss you?"

"You don't know what you're saying, Harry. You're so drunk. Get some sleep okay?", I explained even though my eyes couldn't stop looking at his lips and he scooted towards me, placing his head in my chest. "Can you cuddle me?" he whispered.

"Okay", I wrapped my hands over his shoulder and slowly rubbed it, making him fall asleep. After a while, Harry's breath became slow and even. He must have fall asleep now. I pecked on his cheeks gently, "Goodnight Princess", I said, before I drifted into a deep sleep.

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Harry's POV,

Hearing the alarm clock, I woke up feeling a strong headache in my head, and I felt a warth feeling around mine. What happened last night? All I remember was me taking shots after shots and dancing with some strangers and then what? I took all of my strengths and forced my eyes to be opened, to found that Zayn's arms were around me, slightly pressing my body with his. My cheeks turned all red from the position we are in right now. And I realized myselt I was only in my boxers! And Zayn, he was half naked. Oh no! It's not happening. Did we..?

"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck", I yelled from panic and pushed Zayn out to get up, but I pushed too far, only to end him up on the ground.

"Ouch!", Zayn grunted as he fell and I immediately get down from bed although I felt like my head was being hit by thousands of hammers. I covered myself by a blanket from literally in a boxer. "Zayn, why am I in your bed? What happened?", I exclaimed.

"Good morning to you too, Harreh", Zayn rolled his eyes. Shivers ran down through my whole body by his deep raspy morning voice. His hair was messy and although he look absoloute hot right now, I'm still in panic.

"What happened last night?", I asked him in a serious tone.

"Are you sure you want to me to tell?", Zayn asked, in a worried tone, "I mean.. that's pretty terrible", he added.

"Just tell me!", I blurted out, mentally slapping myself for drinking much.

"Well at first, I found you crawling around on your knees at the dance floor with your tongue out, licking everyone you see. You even licked my legs-"

"I did what!?", I shouted and Zayn stopped me.

"It's just the start. And then, I carried you here and you forced me to sleep with you and I said no. And you threatened me that you're gonna jump out of the window if I agree. So....", Zayn sighed at the end, keeping his straight face.

"What!? I threatened you!? So we did..?", my voice started to shake, both from embarrassment and shock.

Zayn looked at me before he bursted out laughing, slapping hard on his laps and I watched him, not understanding why he found funny about this.

"Why are you laughing?", I spat, frowning at him.

"I'm just kidding, curly", he laughed, wiping his tears. "You should see your face"

I threw hard a pillow right on his face and glared, "This is not funny, Zayn. You're unbelievable", I pouted.

"I'm sorry", Zayn walked to me, "Are you mad, kitty?", he teased, imitating my pout.

"Shut up", I spat, hiding my smile forming on my lips. "So..we didn't do that last night right?", I asked again to be 100% sure.

"Do what?", Zayn asked, making a fake innocent face.

"You know it!", I groaned.

"No I don't, Harreh", Zayn shook his head and smirked. "Tell me"

"Gosh! Sex, okay? Did we have sex?", I finally shout it out loud, feeling myself blushing.

Zayn chuckled, "You're so cute when you're shy", he said grinning and poking my cheeks.

"Uh- I took you home after I saw you kissing with some guy and you refused to walk so I had to carry you. Then you threw up all over your shirt and I had to take off your clothes. Then you fell asleep here. That's all you need to know", Zayn explained, and I listened to him, a part of me getting lost in his eyes.

"Jeez.. I'm so sorry", I sighed and apologized. "I didn't know what's got into me", I lied.

"It's okay. Just don't drink much again, okay? Though you look pretty hot when you're drunk, I want you to be saved. What if I wasn't there?", he said. Did he just say I look hot? Damn..

"I know..I'm sorry again", I softly answered. "Did I say something stupid?", I asked worriedly, wishing not to say something associated like I have a crush on you or sth.

Zayn thought for a second before shaking his head, "No, you didn't"

Phew...

"I need to go home right now. Mum's gonna kill me", I said, knowing that I'll be in the situation of listening her life lessons again just because I broke some rules. Help me Lord.

"Okay, I'll see you at school yeah?", Zayn said, smiling. I nodded and reached the door to open.

"Uhh- Harreh?", Zayn called out my name and I turned around to look at him. He opened his mouth, trying to tell me something but he shrugged quickly.

"Uh- nothing", he said.

"Oh.. Okay. See ya", I said and left his house. I was screaming inside that I spent the night with so called "Zayn Freaking Malik".

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End of the chapter❤️

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