jealously (Harry Styles and Ariana Grande)

chapter 3.

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Zayn's brown eyes widen and then narrow at Harry and I as Harry finally lets me wriggle away from him, so I'm no longer being held on top of him. I jump off the bed and stand awkwardly, not really knowing what to say or do with myself. Harry is still seated on the bed, looking completely calm under zayn's glare. arse.

"What the hell?!" Zayn says, his voice loud and angry.

Harry instantly chuckles. "calm down, mate." he slowly gets up off of the bed, rolling his eyes.

I have the urge to walk up and slap the curly haired boy at the moment.

"nothing went on.." I begin, looking at Zayn.

"it doesn't fucking look like nothing! I walked in to see you on top of Harry!" Zayn shouts. I can hear shuffling in the living room, obviously the confused boys getting up.

"stop shouting!" I shout back, getting quite annoyed with my brother.

"I think I have the right to bloody shout if I please to!" he practically screams back.

I roll my eyes. "calm down." I mumble.

"yeah, calm down. last time I checked she's not your property. you're not her keeper. her boyfriend. you're just her friend. so stop freaking out. if she wants to be in bed with me then so be it." he says with a smirk.

my jaw drops. who does he think he is? he just met me! what the actual-

my thoughts are interrupted by more shouting from Zayn. "I warned you before! stay the hell away from her!" his jaw is clenched. I really don't enjoy seeing this side of Zayn.

"Zayn, please. trust me, I'm not interested with him. nothing happened. you just walked in at the wrong time." I say calmly.

"I sure fucking did, then." he says, a bit less loud than before.

Harry walks out of the room, pushing past a still very angry looking Zayn.

I sigh in frustration as Zayn closes the door and sits down on my bed.

"you need to control yourself better." i say softly, sitting next to him.

"stay away from him. it pisses me off that he thinks he can use you like he does to every other girl he thinks is fit. he tries to get in every single girls' pants he sees and it's not going to be okay when it's you." he says, running his hands through his hair.

"I won't let him. goodness." I say softly.

"I know you wouldn't. but Harry can be so persuasive, he-"

he's cut off by knocking at the door.

"what're you guys doing in there? sleeping together?" Louis' voice calls.

Zayn rolls his eyes.

"yeah, yep. exactly." I say sarcastically.

"I knew it!" Louis says as I get up and open the door. he's standing there with the most idiotic grin on his face. I roll my eyes and push past him, walking to the couch and sitting down. the movie is over, thank gosh. I sit down on the shaggy area rug and pull out my phone, ignoring everything going on around me.

soon my phone is snatched away from behind me by Harry, a big smirk on his face. he starts to tap around the screen as I hop up and grab for my phone as he holds it high, way too high for me to reach. I mean, the boy is already probably a foot taller than me.

"give me my phone!" I say, jumping up. still trying to get the phone.

"Harry Styles is probably the hottest guy I've ever met." he says slowly as he taps the screen, keyboard clicks being heard. I scoff and cross my arms.

"you wish." I laugh.

"anddddd... post." my eyes widen. he just posted that on somewhere?!?!

he hands me my phone back with a satisfied smirk as I look at the tweet he had put up in horror.

I quickly delete the tweet and smack Harry hard on the arm.

"what is wrong with you?!" I say, anger rising in my voice.

he laughs loudly, dimples showing. this sight was actually really, really cute.

what.

I frown and sit on the couch, sticking my phone in my bra.

"won't wanna try to get it now." I laugh, feeling quite satisfied with myself. he won't be tweeting anything else now.

"babe, that only makes me want to get your phone more." he growls with a smirk.

ew. arse.

"you're disgusting." I say.

"and you like it." he retorts.

narrowing my eyes at him I quickly shake my head no. "once again, dream on."

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"guys, lets play truth or dare." Louis suggests after everyone has complained about being bored at least 20 times. it's now around 1 am, but no one is quite tired yet.

"you're joking, right?" I raise an eyebrow at him. "I haven't played that game since 3rd grade."

he shrugs.

"Zayn, truth or dare?" Harry's voice chimes in.

what 19, 20, and 21 year olds play truth or dare?

"truth." Zayn mumbles.

apparently us.

"what really went on between you and ariana? because you can't just be a friend and almost punch me in the face for being in bed with her." he smirks.

I seriously want to slap this kid. zayn's body tenses. "I'm nothing more than a friend. I've told you that." he says through gritted teeth.

Harry laughs. "yeah right. wait until I tell Perrie how you have a girl staying with us who you've obviously at least slept with before."

I nearly spit out the soda I was drinking, having a coughing fit.

"god no!" I exclaim between coughs. Harry looks quite amused. annoying b-

"who would they tell, anyway?" I cut my thoughts off. I look at Zayn, knowing the other boys wouldn't get what the question meant.

Zayn shrugs. "fuck it." he says, taking a sip of his drink. I have a feeling it's a sort of alcohol. "Ariana's my sister. okay? so everyone back off from her because I will not have any of you," his eyes narrow at Harry, "toying, sleeping, kissing, anything like that, with her." yep. he's definitely been drinking alcohol.

the rest of the boys just look very confused at the moment.