Give Me Love

Chapter 6

Zayn's POV:

The sun shone in from the window, blinding me as I woke up. I looked around the room, realizing it wasn't mine. Something stirred beside me and I looked down to see Harry sleeping next to me. Oh yeah, he wanted to cuddle. I made a move to get out of bed and go to my room but Harry wrapped his arm around my waist.

 "Don't go. You're warm." He groaned.

 "Alright, alright." I sighed. A smile formed on his face as I settled back down and I couldn't help but smile myself. He looked so adorable when he was sleeping. I slid my arm around his head and closed my eyes, falling back into a deep sleep.

*2 HOURS LATER*

My alarm pulled me out of my sleep and I groaned. I turned over and my arm hit the cold sheets. My head shot up in confusion, finding Harry was gone. I got out of bed and looked for him, finding him in the kitchen in only boxers.

 "Harry." I said, my voice squeaking at the end.

"Hey Zayn." He said, turning around with 2 plates of food. I studied his face, looking for any signs that he remembered what happened last night, but found none. I mean, he was drunk; how could he? We sat and ate our breakfast and got ready for work, starting our day. At school, John and Blake sat at the back of the class instead of in front like usual. I had the class run through 2 more acts and the day seemed to fly by. 10 minutes before class ended, Tony came up to me.

"Mr. Malik." I turned to face him.

"Yes?"

 "You don't need to do anything about John and Blake." I cocked my head to the side.

 "Are you sure?" He played with fingers and nodded.

"Yeah. I told my parents about yesterday and they said they'd handle it."

"Oh. Well, alright. If you need anything though you let me know, ok?" He turned and left as the bell rang. I said my goodbyes to Mr. Jackson and drove home. My phone rang and I glanced at the number, my jaw clenched. The same number that called me yesterday was calling again. I let it go to voicemail and continued my drive with a cloud of anger hanging over me. I walked into the house and saw Harry taking his jacket off.

"You still wanna go go the club tonight?" I said, sitting on the stairs.

"Sure!" He said. "Let me go change and we can go." He ran up the stairs and I followed him. I changed out of my dress pants and replaced them with jeans, keeping my blue button down on. I went down to the living room and turned the t.v on, waiting for Harry. Not soon after, he came down the stairs and my heart rate quickened. He had on tight black skinny jeans and a tight white tshirt.

"Ready?" He asked, shaking his curls. I got up and walked out the door, following him to his car. Pulling up and parking the car, we could hear the music from the club. I went straight to the bar and ordered a shot of vodka, downing it, enjoying the burn. I scanned the crowd and found Harry talking to another guy. I don't know why, but I couldn't help but feel jealous. I ordered another vodka shot and the girl that was sitting a couple stools over slid over to me, smiling. 

"Wanna dance?" Before I could even answer, she dragged me on to the dance floor and pressed her bum to my crotch, grinding to the music. I kept looking at Harry, my jealousy increasing every time I saw him and the other guy move closer together.  The girl didn't take notice that I wasn't focused on her and my eyes continued to look at Harry. Then I saw the other guy lean in and kiss him. I broke away from the girl and went over to the 2 men. Grabbing on to Harry's wrist, I dragged him out of the club and to his car. I got into the driver's side and waited for Harry to get in. He slowly got in, clearly confused as to why are were leaving, and handed me the keys.

 "Zayn?" He said but I ignored him. I was filled with anger and jealousy and in the mix of it all, I made a decision. We pulled into our driveway and I rushed into the house, Harry close behind me. 

"Zayn, what's going on?" He asked and as soon as he closed the door, I spun around and pushed him up against the wall, crushing my lips to his. There was no going back now.