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forty two

Zayn woke up three hours later with no one in the bed with him. The overhead light in the room was on. He was no longer lying on Harry's chest but flat on the bed and he couldn't figure out how Harry managed to move from underneath him without disturbing him from his sleep. He must've been very gentle with him. Zayn threw the covers off and then sat up on the edge of the bed, letting his feet touch the ground. But as soon as he felt the chill, he pulled the covers back over himself so that they covered his private area.

Truthfully enough though, the house wasn't cold. It was actually comfortable. But right away, he had this disgusting feeling come over him. He was pretty sure it had nothing to do with the dried semen on his body, but everything to do with the guilty feeling that he'd just had sex with Harry. He briefly relived all the feelings that had come over him, the things they did, the way he rode Harry and the way Harry pulled his hair while he came inside of him... He never thought he'd feel horribly guilty about something he found so much pleasure in.

Really, Zayn? How could you? He scolded himself. He is still Yvette's boyfriend. He knew he was already going further than he should with the kisses but now this? He didn't think he could take being naked in the house much longer.

He remembered that the covers and sheets needed to be washed anyway, so he just tugged the sheet from underneath the comforter and wrapped it around himself. Then he stood up and began making his way to the bedroom door.

"Thought you didn't wear dresses Z." He heard, and he stopped in his tracks. Slowly he turned around to see Harry standing in his closet door smirking, he and all his glory exposed. Zayn didn't know he was in the closet the whole time. He thought he was out of the room or something.

"Oh... I just... this is--"

"Why are you wearing it?" Harry questioned. It didn't seem to faze him that he was naked but it bothered Zayn and he turned away, not wanting to see him.

"Just cold." He lied. But Harry wasn't buying it.

He walked over to Zayn and stood right in front of him. Zayn kept his eyes everywhere else but on him. "Are you hiding your body from me?"

He really did not want to answer that, so he didn't say anything. Only pulled the sheet tighter around his body. Harry couldn't take the silence though. So he reached out and put a hand under his chin, forcing him to look at him. "Are you hiding your body from me?" He repeated.

Now he felt obligated to answer. "Well, not so much as that. I'm not hiding from you. I just... I feel so dirty, Harry." He admitted lowly.

Harry chuckled. "Well of course. We need a shower."

We.

"No, that's not it." And his voice came out in a frustrated whine because Harry wasn't getting it. "I don't even know what to call myself, but I'm embarrassed. I willingly slept with someone else's boyfriend like I'm some.... some slut! I'm so ashamed. Don't look at me." His lips began to tremble.

Harry cringed at the sight, but tried not to panic. "So that's why you're wearing that? You want to cover yourself, because you're ashamed?"

Zayn looked down at his feet and hunched his shoulders. "I'm horrible. And I feel so ugly."

At that, Harry put his hands on the side of his Zayn's face, causing Zayn to look up and meet his eyes. "No you aren't. You are far from horrible and you're even farther from ugly. I don't like that you're covering your body around me either. You should be flaunting it. Know why?"

Zayn didn't answer. So he continued on.

"Because you're beautiful. Shit Z, you're so beautiful, I can't even describe it. Nobody will ever really deserve you or come close to it. You should always remember that. Don't ever put yourself down."