Give Me Love

Chapter 8

Zayn's POV:

The first thing I saw when I opened my eyes was a mess of curly hair. I looked around, the events of last night coming back to me. I smiled to myself and looked back at Harry, who now had his eyes open and was looking at me.

 "Hey." He said, his voice heavy.

 "Hey." I laid back down next to him and started playing with his hair.

"Last night was good." He whispered, looking down at the sheets. "Were you... Were you drunk? Is that why you had sex with me?" He looked back at me. I sighed and turned on to my back, Harry sitting up next to me.

"I only had 2 shots." I looked at him, taking his hand. "I knew what I was doing. Honestly... I have wanted to do that for a while. I've been getting drawn to you, getting feelings for you."

 "Really?" He said, perking up a little. "Zayn... I've liked you since 8th grade." My eye widened as I looked at him.

 "Wait really? Because.. I've liked you since 8th grade too! Why didn't you ever say anything to me?" I asked, feeling guilty.

 "I always saw you with girls and I didn't think you swung that way..." He said, running a hand through his hair.

"Harry, I've been confused to be honest." It wasn't a lie. Even though I had feelings for Harry i thought it was just because he was my best friend, you know? "Starting about 2 years ago, I had started to realize that I was looking at guys more than girls, I was looking at you a lot more... But it never really clicked why. And then when you kissed me the other day on the couch, I kinda knew." I said and he smile slightly. There was a comfortable silence for a minute but it was broken when my phone went off. I grabbed it and looked at the number. I rolled my eyes and threw the phone at the end of the bed. What a way to ruin the moment.

"Who was it?" Harry asked, playing with my fingers.

"No one." I huffed.

"Zayn, you're lying. Tell me." He pressed his lips to my hand. I sighed and rubbed my eyes with my free hand.

 "It was my... Dad." I said and I felt Harry's hand squeeze mine. "This is the third time he's called."

"What does he want?" I just shook my head and got out of bed, going into the bathroom. I came back out to find Harry getting dressed. 

"Where you going?"

"Work called. It's slammed and they need extra help." He replied, putting on his uniform shirt.

"Oh... Alright." I sat on the bed.

 "Sorry... I'll make it up to you by making dinner tonight." Harry said, walking over and standing in between my legs. My hands went to his hips as I looked up at him and nodded. He seemed hesitant but he leaned forward, kissing me and I happily kissed back. "See you tonight." He said as he walked over to the door.

"See ya." He left and I plopped down on to the bed, a huge smile on my face. My heart was fluttering and it was all because of him.

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I woke up to the continuous ring of my phone. I glanced at the clock as I grabbed my phone to see it was 5:17pm.

"Hello?" I answered, rubbing my eyes.

"Zayn?" My anger flared up and I took a deep breath.

 "Stop calling me. I don't want to talk to you." I snapped and hung up. I got out of bed and walked downstairs, smelling food. Harry was standing in front of the stove and he turned around when I pulled my chair back. He was wearing black basketball shorts and a red zip up hoodie without anything underneath. I bit my lip to suppress a moan and he came over, pecking me on the lips.

 "I came home and you were out cold; I didn't wanna wake you." He blushed a little. "You looked cute."

 "Thanks." I said, throwing my phone on the table. "He called again." I looked up at him as I spoke. "I answered." Harry sat down across from me.

 "Whatcha say?"

 "I told him to stop calling me." The timer dinged  and he got up to get the food out of the oven.

 "Well hopefully he listens." I nodded.

"Whatcha make, babe?" His cheeks turned red and he turned around with 2 plates of lasagna. "Looks good." We sat at the table and ate, Harry telling me about his day at the bakery. Once we were done, we sat in the living room with my arm around Harry's shoulders and his head on my chest. We put on a recorded episode of Jeremy Kyle and settled down. I looked down at Harry, who was focused on the tv. I tilted his head up and gently pressed my lips to his. He kissed back, running his tongue across my bottom lip. I allowed him access and our innocent kiss turned into a heated make out session. I pushed him down onto the couch and straddled him, tangling my fingers in his hair.