A Millions Roses | | L.S AU

Chapter Twenty

"Here I am, once again. I'm torn into pieces, can't deny, can't pretend. Just thought you were the one..."

Chapter Twenty; Pretending

The house was warm with the heat of swaying bodies, the smell of alcohol stained into the air as Harry stumbled through the house.

He felt sick, his vision blurry, his stomach churning painfully as he maneuvered through the crowd, thankfully finding the stairs and climbing up them. His body was buzzing, numbness running through his veins, clouding his mind and leaving him only slightly aware of his surroundings.

Hearing strange noises sounding from the from the first door on the right, he opted for the second door - Hearing the low squeak as he pushed it open and stumbled inside.

"So- sorry" He slurred, seeing someone resting on the bed there. He believed this was Niall's room, but he couldn't exactly remember. His body was swaying, the room spinning and somewhere in the middle his cheek was colliding with the floor.

"Hey, hey. You alright mate?" Zayn laughed, jumping up to his feet to help the boy up from the floor. He was shirtless, all the tattoos on his sculpted chest on display, tight jeans hugging his small waist, and white socks covering his feet. Harry stumbled into Zayn's burning chest, heat erupting through his cheeks once he realized Zayn was holding him - with a rather firm grip.

"Yeah, m'fine. I can go..." Harry hiccuped, trying as best he could to regain his balance, and stand on his own but ended up falling into the bed - on top of Zayn and his cheeks grew even darker.

"Woah there tiger." Zayn chuckled nervously, his carmel colored irises light with amusement and his pouty pink lips curved into a smile - and the hair on his head messy and flawless and why was Zayn so attractive? Harry wondered. Harry immediately rolled off of him, trying desperately not to make this any more awkward and thinking as hard a drunk man could.

He looked over at Zayn, still lying against the velvet colored duvet that complimented his tanned skin so well, "Jesus." Harry whispered out, his eyes wide as they began following the curve of Zayn's stomach.

"What's wrong?" Zayn rolled over, so he was resting his weight on the his side, his elbow propping his head up. His caramel eyes staring down into Harry's blazing green ones, his pouty lips in a lopsided smile.

"You just look really hot with your shirt off." Harry murmured, his brain knocking against his skull and as a result he squeezed his eyes shut - realizing he just said that out loud, and yes. This was definitely more awkward.

"You think so?" Zayn said, shifting his weight closer and chuckling a bit as he admired Harry's heated cheeks. He sure did blush a lot. Zayn really didn't want to admit that the words sparked something in him, making his heart jump and sink all at the same time.

"Well... yeah. You're very attractive. Is it weird that I'm telling you that?" Harry asked, his mind obviously not being able to control his mouth and he just had to shrug it off. His vision was clearing slightly, but his stomach was still churning painfully with the toxic liquid.

"Not if I think the same about you." Zayn smiled, unsure what his own words meant. Harry shot up, sitting up and eyeing Zayn carefully - his mind awake and the fog cleared. What? what!

"Huh?" Harry voiced, clearly confused. Zayn froze, his cheeks now tinting a light pink. It was gorgeous, curse him for being gorgeous.

"I can appreciate beauty when I see it." Zayn defended, pushing some of Harry's curls out of his face. Harry was feeling slightly vulnerable to Zayn's soft touch, especially after all that's happened. Zayn moved slowly closer, causing Harry's chest to rise and fall quickly with labored breaths before he jumped back quickly in confusion and surprise.