Loved You First

Chapter 16

“Is this Niall’s?” Harry pulled at the hem of the white tank top Zayn was wearing under an open zip-up hoodie.

The dark haired boy shrugged, acting like it was nothing. “Yeah,” Zayn replied, looking down the empty hallway wondering how Harry had found him during his free period.

Harry had backed Zayn up against a locker, one arm on a nearby wall and the other on a locker by the boy’s head, trapping him in the corner. The close proximity was a little much for Zayn, the scent of Harry’s cologne and minty gum flooded his nose with every breath. Harry took a deep breath through his nose. “You smell like him too,” he accused, raising an eyebrow.

“Well people’s clothes usually smell like them so,” Zayn commented, getting quickly tired of trying to evade Harry’s advances for the second time today. It was hard to deny himself something he wanted so badly.

Harry’s right arm wrapped around Zayn’s slim waist and pulled their bodies together, making the older boy let out a small noise in response to the quick action. Harry’s lips were just below Zayn’s ear seconds later. “You look better in my clothes,” he stated possessively.

The dark haired boy let out a slight whimper that he couldn’t manage to hold in as Harry’s lips attached themselves to his neck. “I-I like Niall’s clothes better,” he stuttered out.

Harry’s curls tickled along Zayn’s jaw, the younger boy’s lips trailed from his neck to his jawline. Zayn didn’t have the strength in him to push the boy away. “He can’t give you what I can,” Harry mumbled in between peppered kisses.

Zayn sighed, trying to ignore the screaming inside his head. He didn’t have it in him to form words. He hated how much he loved Harry’s kisses on him, how he adored the boy’s warm lips on his neck. He wanted so desperately to not feel this way towards the boy; he was beginning to think fighting the feelings were impossible.

“Using him to get over me won’t work,” Harry’s teeth grazed Zayn’s earlobe, the action caused shivers to run down the boy’s spine and goose bumps to jump out along his arms. “You know that right? I’m always going to be right here, babe,” Harry’s voice was low and seductive. The curly haired lad pressed his forehead to Zayn’s, the older boy avoided his gaze. “I don’t know how many times you want me to say I’m sorry,” Harry’s lips nearly touched Zayn’s as he spoke.

Zayn took in a slow breath. “I don’t want anything from you,” he lied. He wished Harry would stop making this so hard for him.

“You and I both know that’s not true,” Harry tightened his grip around Zayn’s waist a bit. “And I’ll be waiting right here when you decide you want to admit it.”

The curly haired lad released the smaller boy, parting with a cheeky smirk that turned Zayn’s insides to mush. It made him slightly angry, that Harry knew he had so much power over him. He wished he could take back half the words he said to him. He wondered if Harry would ever give up, or if he would have to give up for him. Zayn didn’t know how much longer he could fight it.

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“I’m home!” Zayn called out as he walked in the door to his house, dropping his bag near the door.

He could hear the rustling in the kitchen and headed that way, hoping his mum had fixed some type of snack. He hadn’t eaten much at lunch because of all the thoughts whirling around in his head. Niall had asked what was wrong but the older boy had brushed it off like it was nothing.

Zayn’s mom was peering into the fridge when he entered the kitchen. “Making anything good? I’m starving,” he commented, walking up behind her and looking in over her shoulder.