The Styles Brothers (Zarry/Nedward)

All Mine

•Chapter Three•

Zayn felt a pair of eyes burning into his skull.

He turned around and scowled to see Harry Styles looking at him.

"What do you want Styles?" Zayn asked the Chesire lad.

"You." Harry whispered lowering his voice to sound more seductive.

Zayn blushed and shifted from side to side.

"Well beat it! You're not getting anything." Zayn said starting to walk away but was pulled into a janitors closet.

"You're going to be mine if you like it or not!" Harry whispered harshly into Zayn's ear as he pressed Zayn against a wall.

Zayn muffled a whimper as Harry grabbed his crotch.

"Let me claim you as mine." Harry said before nipping and sucking at Zayn's neck.

Zayn couldn't help but moan and whine as his neck was played with.

His fingers got tangled in Harry's curls.

Harry's soft lips moved to Zayn's.

Harry bit onto Zayn's bottom lip bringing a whiny moan from Zayn.

Crotch's met each other and soon the two had cummed in their pants.

"You're mine. And don't you forget it." Harry panted his forehead pressed to Zayn's.

"All yours." Zayn whispered.

What did he get himself into.