Give Me Love

Chapter 5

Harry's POV:

I got home and went straight to my room to change. I threw my clothes in a pile and slipped on a pair of sweats and went downstairs into the kitchen to get a beer. There had been a lot of orders at the bakery and it was a long day. As I went into the living room to look at movies, I heard the front door slam closed.

 "Harry?" Zayn called out and I walked back into the kitchen. 

"Hey Za- what happened to your eye?!" I asked, noticing the bruise on the corner of his eye.

"I pulled apart a fight today."

"Does it hurt? Do you need ice?" Zayn shook his head and got a beer for himself from the fridge and went into the living room. I chugged the rest of my beer, grabbing another one and followed Zayn.

"Whatcha pick for us?"

"Romance." I smirked and sat next to him. The movie was pretty boring. It seemed that all these romance movies were all the same, but just with different characters. 

About halfway through the movie, the 2 main characters got into a heated make out session and I could feel myself getting a little warm as the male character took his shirt off. To hide my reaction, I got up, getting another beer. I sat back on the couch and the characters were now in their bed, more of their clothes disappearing. My pants started to feel tight and I glanced at Zayn. This would be the perfect time; he would just think I'm drunk. I've liked him since we were in 8th grade, but of course he didn't know. My hand slid onto his leg without me giving it permission and I felt him shift.

 "Uh, H-Harry?" He said, his voice quivering.

 "Yeah?" I looked at my hand and smiled as I rubbed circles on his knee.

 "What are you d-" He stopped when I looked at him, our eyes catching and I couldn't help but glance at his lips. He started to speak but before I could back out, I cut him off. I pressed my lips to his and I felt like fireworks went off; I've never had this feeling with any other guy before. I moved my lips against his but I hesitated a little when he didn't respond. But finally, he kissed back and I smiled into the kiss. I snaked my fingers into his hair and straddled him. I couldn't stop myself as I pulled his head to the side and started kissing his neck. A moan came from him and he squeezed my hips.

 "You like that?" I whispered as I nibbled on his ear and I got a nod in response. This was oddly satisfying... and not just in a sexual way. As I pulled his shirt over his head and started kissing down his chest, his breathing quickened and became shaky. Suddenly, my throat started burning and I lept off the couch, running into the bathroom. I threw myself to my knees and got sick in the toilet. Fuck this. I hadn't even had that much to drink. 

Hands pulled my hair back and I started crying; I didn't want Zayn to see this. Once I was done, he got me a glass of water to rinse my mouth and helped me to my bed.

"Call me if you need anything." He said as he turned to leave.

 "No." I said, grabbing his hand. "Cuddle with me." He signed and crawled into the bed, letting me snuggle into his side.