the rolling blues [l.s.]

chapter five

Zayn was very intimately describing his sex life with Liam when Harry threw a handful of grass at his face. 

They were sitting on a grassy patch in the courtyard of the university, with Zayn's sketchbook and art supplies scattered in front of them (Zayn was an art major) while Harry did some stuff for work on his laptop. Zayn had been gone the whole night and had come late in the morning with love bites scattered all over his neck which he poorly tried to hide with some random girl's concealer he stole. Now, Harry was getting a description of last night in such detail he felt like he'd experienced it hands-on.   

"Gah!" Zayn exclaimed as he spat out a few grass blades. "What the fuck?"

Harry grimaced. "I really don't need a play-by-play of that. I could've gone my whole life without knowing the size of Liam's dick."

"You're my best friend, you need to know these things."

"I do not."

"Besides," Zayn said as he leaned back, "you could've said 'too much info' and called it a day. Not turned into a damn lawn sprinkler."

"Now where's the fun in that? You were being way too graphic --- I'm trying to keep my lunch down."

Zayn rolled his eyes. "Fine. Next time, I'll tell you the PG-13 version."

"Or, you know," Harry added, "just skip to the part where you guys order pizza."

Zayn playfully blew raspberries and lay down on the grass. Harry closed his laptop followed suit and gave him a tentative look.

"You and Liam...you're a thing now?"

"A thing?" Zayn looked surprised. "Well, I...I suppose not. We're mostly just, you know, fooling around."

Harry raised an eyebrow. "Fooling around?" 

"Yeah. You know, sex."

"Yes, Zayn," said Harry irritably. "I got that."

"What about you and Louis?" Zayn asked as he turned to his side to face Harry.  

"What about us? There's nothing there."

"Right. Of course there isn't. But did anything happen after that text conversation?"

Harry described to Zayn the scene at the coffee shop a couple of days ago. By the time he was done, Zayn's eyes were sparkling.

"He's definitely stalking you," Zayn deadpanned the second Harry finished talking. 

"Here we go," Harry muttered under his breath. 

Ignoring him, Zayn continued speaking. "And like, why else would he be there? It's funny how you only see him after talking to him that night at the concert, right? You go there almost every day and Lake Fair is a small place. He, like, totally wants to hit it! You should call him right now."

"Zayn," Harry said, exasperated, "I'm not---"

"Gay," Zayn finished for him. "Sure. I got that. But as your best friend, I'm just laying down all there is that's in front of you."

"Thanks so much for your service. I'll pay you a whole dollar once we get back to the dorm."

"Eat shit, Harry," Zayn rolled his eyes, but he was smiling slightly.

They stared at the sky and were quiet for a while before Zayn suddenly chuckled. 

"It's crazy, isn't it? We go to a random concert once and now we're entangled with 2 out of 4 members."