Give Me Love

Chapter 4

Zayn's POV:

The door slammed behind me as I walked into the house. Oops. 

"Harry?" I called out as I threw my keys on the kitchen table. A shirtless Harry came into the kitchen with movies in one hand and a beer in the other.

 "Hey Za- what happened to your eye?!" He asked putting the movies and beer down to examine my wound.

"I pulled apart a fight today." I said nonchalantly, allowing him to poke at it.

"Oh. Does it hurt? Do you need ice?" He asked and I shook my head. I walked over to the fridge, grabbing a beer and went to into the living room to sit on the couch. Harry came in with another beer in his hand and sat on the couch next to me.

"Whatcha pick for us?"

 "Romance." He slurred and I smirked as he put the movie in to the player and sat down next to me. About 20 minutes into the movie, Harry got up and came back with another beer. My mind kept wondering to the phone call I got in the car until I felt a hand on my leg.

 "Uh, H-Harry?"

 "Yeah?" He smiled down at his hand as he rubbed circles on my knee.

 "What are you d-" I stopped as I looked at him, his eyes catching mine. He stared back, glancing at my lips. "Ha-" I was cut off as his lips connected to mine. He tasted of mint and alcohol and I couldn't help but kiss back. His fingers tangled into my hair and he pushed himself on top of me, straddling me. I felt his dick poking my stomach and a moan slipped through my lips. He pulled my head to the side and started kissing my neck, causing my hands to squeeze his hips in response. I've never done something like this. I mean, yes with a girl but thats it. Never with another guy. I've never felt like this before, it felt better than anything I'd ever done with a girl. I loved it and I didn't want it to end.

 "You like that?" Harry whispered in my ear as he grinded down on me,  sending goose bumps across my skin, and all I could do was nod. He pulled my shirt over my head and trailed kisses down my chest. Suddenly, all the color drained from his face and he shot off the couch, running into the bathroom.  My head fell back with a groan of frustration but I got up after him. 

I found Harry bent over the toilet, throwing up; he had too much to drink. Of course. I knelt beside him and pulled his curls out of his face. When he finished, I got him a glass of water to rinse his mouth with then helped him to his bed and laid him down.

 "You alright?" I asked as he groaned. He just nodded and ran a hand through his hair. "Alright. Call me if you need anything." I said as I got up to leave.

"No." Harry whined as he grabbed my hand. "Don't go. Cuddle with me." I sighed; Harry was always a big cuddler. I crawled into the bed and laid next to him, allowing him to snuggle into my side. As we laid there and Harry drifted off to sleep, images from earlier ran through my mind.