See My Demons (Zarry AU)

Chapter 14

Harry didn't come back like Zayn hoped he would. He stood around by the bar, sipping his drink as he scanned the crowd in search of him. He didn't really know what he expected, honestly, Harry was and always would be an asshole. It wasn't out of character for him to leave him behind at a random club. What was out of character was for him to invite him in the first place. 

Zayn sighed, finishing his drink before pushing the glass onto the bar. He had a slight buzz, the alcohol making his legs feel a bit woozy. He'd only ever had wine at family dinners sometimes. Nothing like this. He leaned against the bar, about to get the bartender's attention when someone appeared beside him.

"Let me get one for you."

He glanced over, blinking at the blue eyed boy beside him. He looked young, but not like he was in high school. College, maybe? He was short with feathery brown hair, his cheekbones high, his lips delicate and pink. 

"Um, okay." 

Zayn nodded and averted his gaze, looking down at his hands on the bar. The guy was really pretty. And he knew he shouldn't be thinking that, because his parents would kill him if they knew, yet he couldn't help it. With Harry, with this guy, with any guy he saw he thought was attractive... If he was attracted to girls, if he ever had been, he figured his life would be a whole lote easier.

"I'm Louis, by the way. What's your name?"

"Zayn."

"Well, Zayn, it's a pleasure to meet you."

And he grinned at him, giving him a pat on the back before ordering a round of shots.

"What's a pretty guy like you doing here by yourself?" He questioned with a raised brow.

Zayn could only sigh, because the story was long and embarrassing and he really didn't want to tell it. He just shrugged and ran his tongue along his lower lip. "My friend ditched me." He said finally. 

"Well your friend is stupid." Louis answered bluntly, shrugging and taking the shots when the bartender came and set them down in front of them. "Just add 'em to my tab." He told him and turned to face Zayn, handing him one of the shots. 

The liquid was light brown and smelled cinnamon-y when Zayn put his nose toward it to take a whiff. He made a face, feeling the slight burn just by smelling it. 

Louis laughed, holding up his shot. "Bottoms up, pretty boy."

He downed the shot easily, not even making a face as he set the shot down on the counter with a klunk. Zayn watched before glancing at his own shot and bringing it to his lips, attempting to swallow it down all at once. It burned as it went down, making his eyes water a bit. He made a face, shaking his head as he set the glass down.

"It gets easier after the first." Louis promised in amusement, glancing out toward the dance floor.

Zayn didn't know if he believed him but he kept his mouth shut, licking the remains of the sticky liquid from his lips. He could already feel his body getting warm, the shot working its magic.

"C'mon, let's go dance!"

The other male grabbed his wrist, tugging him away from the bar and into the crowd. He couldn't do much but follow, and it wasn't like he wanted to keep standing by himself anyway. Maybe it would be fun to dance with Louis a bit. He was itching to do something, the alcohol working through his veins more and more as time passed. 

They got to the thick of it all, bodies grinding on one another all around them. Zayn bit his lower lip, glancing at Louis who motioned for him to come closer. He obliged, and found himself being spun around, Louis' hands on his hips as he bulled his body into his. He could feel his cheeks get hot as he felt the other male's hips suddenly grinding into his ass. Of course he knew people danced like this. He'd been to his fair share of high school dances, where it was cool to dance like this. Zayn had always gone with a girl, though, and it never had the effect Louis was having on him right now. He was actually getting turned on, and he wasn't much of a dancer but the alcohol was making him move his hips back against Louis'.

Time ticked by, and Zayn didn't know how long he had been dancing with Louis. He was sweaty though, tilting his head as a pair of lips found his neck. He figured they were Louis' and he didn't even care. It felt amazing. He'd never been kissed like that by a guy, and he loved it. His hand slipped to Zayn's stomach, a grin spreading across his lips. The music was blaring and the atmosphere was hot, he was getting lost in it all. It was perfect.

That is, until he felt Louis' warm body behind him jerked away. Zayn turned around, brows furrowed in confusion. "Wha-"

He paused, blinking when he saw Harry there, getting into Louis' face. He couldn't hear what he was saying but by the look on their faces he assumed it wasn't good.

"What are you doing?" 

Zayn's voice got lost in the noise of club, and that's when he saw Harry shove Louis. The smaller boy stumbled back, his blue eyes wide with shock. Zayn was about to grab Harry's arm to stop him, but Louis just shook his head before he could and walked off without another word. Not even a glance his way.

"What the hell is wrong with you?!" Zayn demanded, staring at Harry angrily.

He was smiling again, the smug smirk he was so used to seeing whenever he was being a class A douche. Harry just pushed his curls back, slipping a hand to his waist and pulling him closer. 

"No, stop it." 

He put a hand on his chest and pushed him away. He couldn't believe Harry thought he could just waltz back over there, ruin his time with a nice guy, and pretend like it was alright. Why was he like that? Why did he have to be so fucking bipolar and then have the guts to try and be affectionate with him?

"He was all over you, Zayn. I saved your ass." He snorted.

"I was having a good time."

Zayn wanted to stomp his foot and cross his arms. Although the person he really wanted to be dancing with was Harry, he wouldn't let himself think that way. Because that was fucked up and he was an asshole.

"Besides, you left me by myself, you twat." 

Harry rolled his eyes, pulling his body into his despite his protests. His hands slipped to his ass and he grabbed hold, leaning in to whisper in Zayn's ear.

"I'm here now," He whispered, kissing his earlobe in a way that made Zayn's shudder. "Dance with me."

The request was simple and smooth and Harry's hips started to move against his own, making it impossible for him to say no. Zayn bit his lower lip and wrapped his arms loosely around the taller boy's neck. The way it felt, fuck, it felt so right to touch him like this. He looked up at him, feeling slightly dizzy from the alcohol and from him.

Harry kissed him roughly, like all their kisses. He held him tighter and immediately tuned everything out, eventually just losing track of time.