Frustration [Narry AU]

Part I

Zayn was sick of this. It'd been less than a month and he's seen more of his roommate naked than he's seen his boyfriend. A fair argument would be that Liam didn't believe in pre-marital sex, and Harry happened to be into the whole 'New Age' thing where letting lose and being liberated from clothes were part of the daily process.

But Zayn didn't mind that part. The being naked part. What he did mind was having to see more than just Harry being naked.

University was supposed to be all about living in dorms, having cool roommates that threw crazy parties, sneaking around with your boyfriend stealing sips from your roommate's secret alcohol stash, and rushing through assignments due two days ago.

And that was totally the case for Zayn up till three weeks ago when his new roommate Harry Styles moved in in place of his old mate, Louis who'd graduated in the summer and was no longer eligible for university housing.

Not that Harry wasn't cool or funny or anything, it's just that Zayn's seen a little too much of Harry.

Now Harry's a charming kid and all, first year in university, unruly curls and an award-winning smile with cute dimples that would bring anybody to his bed.

And yes, anybody. Except, for Harry, it hadn't really been his bed. More like sofa, table top, counter, chair, wall, door, and on occasion, window.

Quite the impressive one he is, that Harry. But not so much to Zayn. In fact Zayn was quite done with Harry's antics. They had their own rooms for activities like that for god's sake.

And okay, maybe Zayn was a bit over the edge with having to see more than an acquaintance has to. It was all understandable, seeing as he was quite deprived himself. But he didn't say anything about it.

At least not for the first two weeks.

Zayn thought it was, you know, just a phase for Harry. Finally having freedom from family and all, getting his own flat and all (even though he has to split the rent but that's another thing). Zayn thought that these random hook-ups would cease once the course load of the semester piled in. But he was wrong.

Zayn's initial reaction was to find it amusing. He'd developed a somewhat brotherly affection for Harry, being an older brother himself and Harry having a natural vibe that screamed young and innocent and needing to be guided. Zayn thought it was cute, young freshman kid getting laid with different people every night, having no strings attached and trying to keep up a care-free, hipster

image (though his cherub-ish face was totally against his favour).

Everyday. Every single day Zayn would come back to his flat, tired, annoyed and worn out from his part-time job as a waiter, only to see Harry having his dick buried within a different lass or lad.

Never the same, always someone different (Zayn swore he saw his philosophy lecturer once but he couldn't be too sure). It mostly ended in Harry's partner (or occasionally partners) would awkwardly gather up their clothes and scuffle out of the flat with cheeks a-flamed and head bent down. Sometimes they would take it back to Harry's room, much to Zayn's dismay.

And now, barely a month into the school year and he was quite done with Harry. Already, Zayn was being piled with assignments and readings from his courses, and he would assume the same for Harry. But this wasn't the case. Harry still has a different date every night and the noises they made together were overly distracting to Zayn who was trying to get through Sociology and Anthropology 101 and was way behind schedule.

Saturdays had usually been a quiet affair when Louis had been Zayn's roommate, filled with warm cups of tea and traditional English fry-ups prepared by Liam (who abstained from drinking, among other things). Louis threw the craziest parties every Friday night, and Saturdays were usually time for the two boys to wind down and relax and hopefully catch up on overdue assignments.