LOVE OF MY LIFE

THE NIGHT IS STILL YOUNG

Harry got inside their bedroom and bent down to place the two box on the floor, giving the full show of his ass and his freely hanging balls inside the pant to zayn who was standing right behind him "Come, come" he motioned zayn with his hand like he was some kinda guest to his own bedroom "This is way too much alcohol harreh" zayn put the food down on the centre table "And you paid for all of this" harry said clapping his hands and zayn rolled his eyes and grabbed his ciggerate box from a drawer "Why did you go down ??" zayn asked taking a cigarette out and putting it in between his lips "I wanted to see how handsome the delivery boy is" harry said sitting down on the floor to take out the bottles, Zayn nodded his head "Harreh i understand you don't know how to respect yourself, but now that we are unfortunately tied together, try thinking before doing showing disgusting behaviour publicly, I won't tolerate people putting dirt on me or my family name" harry was shocked and stared at zayn, stopped what he was doing "Are you sl~ut sh~shaming me??" harry's voice shook as he asked the question, zayn didn't answer instead he just stared at him for a moment then left the room...

Zayn now stands on his balcony smoking and regretting "If i have to live with him even for a week straight, my blood pressure will be through the roof" he said with a sigh and his phone started to ring "Why? Why? Let me breathe for one second please" he groaned stomping his feet "Oh fuck, nona what do you want now" he sighed heavily and received the call "Zee? What is this? What am I hearing" Zayn narrowed his eyes confusedly "What are you hearing?" he asked "You don't want to go on a honeymoon?" zayn was inches close to losing his temper "Nona~ wh~ what do you want from me ? You told me to get married to him, I did, what more do you expect me to do? I took him to my penthouse that's enough" donna sighed on the other side as there are also some other voices coming through "Okay~ did at least give him our family ring?" zayn threw his head back rubbing his forehead "I~ I will give to him, why is it important like~ everyone of our son-in-laws get their own ring from our heirloom, you know the drill now give him~ no don't give him, you put it yourself and send me the photo of it okay? Bye" Zayn closed his eyes and gripped the phone tightly into his fist, he exhaled loudly, blowing air in and out for a few times, he dropped his half burned cigarette on the flood, rubbing with the heel of his shoes and started to head downstairs...

A half eaten chipotle bowl and an almost finished wine bottle and harry styles who is making his lower waist shorts more lower "He called me a slut and i am eating the food he brought with his money, what the hell harry" he said to himself obviously tipsy, he doesn't drink he just wanted to piss zayn off because of his behaviour at the wedding "Well who cares, he is my husband, his money my money same thing" he took the bottle and leaned on the bed, sitting on the floor, he slide down to spread his legs, wiggling his toes "I am gonna finish another one" he collected both of his legs, holding his ankles closer to him and pout suddenly, he breathed like a bull looking at the box of alcohol "Why did you order so much harry? Now you have to sit here and drink all of it till you pass out" a very idiotic idea ran through his pretty brain as he took a bottle out, bit down the cork and pulled it out with pop sound "Ouchh~" he rubbed his lower jaw and started to chugg down the bottle "Oh my fucking god?" zayn just entered the room it's already a mess "What the hell is wrong with you?" zayn took big and long speedy steps and snatched the bottle from harry's hand, making him throwing his legs while whining "I wanna drink~~~~" he fake cried like baby throwing tantrums on a shopping mall floor "SHUT UP" zayn yelled almost threw the bottle on the wall, he ran his fingers through his hair and closed his eyes, doing the same thing he did before, harry pout more, big-fat tears falling from his eyes "Finish the food, I am gonna throw these fucking wines~ Noo~~oooo~~oo~~~~~" harry held zayn's legs with both hands, throwing himself on the ground "HARREH?" this was a surprise yell, zayn can't even process what is happening, let alone thinking about how to deal with it "Don throw plewse, I will be good boy" he looked up at him with a lot of effort, zayn sighed and let out a silent scream "Okay, leave me, I am just gonna put them in the kitchen~ promise?~ yeah promise let me the fuck go now" harry nodded, letting him go and also letting his hands fall on the ground lazily.....