Our Little Secret - Zayn Malik AU

Safe

~Ariana's POV~

"Tell me who your "Old Friend" is." I stared at Harry as he nervously rubbed the back of his neck. He got up from the floor, helping me up and guided me over to the couch outside the hall.

"I think it's better if you don't know." He bit his lip nervously and tried to avoid eye contact; what was going on?

"What do you mean?"

"I just... I can't tell you okay." I gave him a confused look once he finally looked up at me.

"Why?"

"God dammit, Ariana. Can't you stock being so fucking nosy for one minute."

"I don't understand why you can't just tell me. I've spent the past 20 minutes spilling my life story to you; a story that I've only told three other people and you can't even tell me who this friend your talking about is?" Harry let out a deep sigh before getting up.

"Look, I understand that, but I seriously can't tell you and I would appreciate it if you wouldn't fucking push me into saying it. Get your purse, we're leaving."

With that, he made his way down the steps and out the door to his car. I don't understand what his fucking problem is. I didn't want him to get all upset, I was just curious. Why am i feeling guilty? He should be the one comforting me; this is just too much to think about right now. I slowly made my way into the hall, apologizing to my aunt, Liz and Jeremy; telling them that I wasn't feeling well. They easily believed me and wished that I would visit more often, which I promised them I would.

Once I made it into the car, Harry was trying to ignore me. The air in this car felt heavy; there was so much I wanted to say, but I stayed quiet. Obviously the subject hit a nerve and I don't want him to be angry at me. I needed him more than ever right now. The ride back to the hotel felt quick as I spent most of the time staring out the window. We finally reached are room and Harry walked right past me into the bedroom, not saying a word. I can't do this anymore.

"Harry, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to get you angry. My curiosity was just eating me alive, but I understand if you don't want to tell me who your friend is." I sat on the bed next to him and place my hand on his lap.

"No it's fine, I'm sorry too. It's just that, I think it's better if Zayn tells you himself." I raised my eyebrow in confusion.

"Zayn? Why Zayn?" He let out a deep sigh.

"Like I said before I can't tell you; just let him tell you. Now, can we please get off the subject." I nodded and bit my lip. He opened his arms and pulled me into a tight hug. His cologne filled my nostrils as I held him tight as well. 

"Okay, let me get out of these dress pants; God, I fucking hate dress pants." I giggled. It's true, I've never seen him wear dress pants. He usually just wear black and blue jeans, nothing else. He began to undo his belt, but my hand stopped him. I looked deeply into his eyes as I finished taking off the belt. I slowly began to undo his pants, closing the space between us. I felt him growing hard as i carefully pulled his pants down. I smirked at him as I slowly rocked my hips against his bulge causing him to moan. He grabbed my waist and pulled me into him again. My finger found the tip of his boxer as I pulled let and let them snap out of my fingers. After rocking my hips into him one more time I pulled away and walked towards the door.

"Where are you going?" I looked over my shoulder to see Harry's wide eyes staring into mine. I smirked and spoke.

"Not tonight." mimicking what he had said yesterday night. I walked out making sure to shake my hips back and forth.

"Tease!" I heard him faintly scream from the bedroom.

~

I had finally arrived home from my dreadful weekend with my family. Okay, I have to admit, it wasn't that bad. Just the part where I broke down in front of my whole family because of the memory of my parents. As soon as I got home, Kendall called to see if I made it home safe and I told her I would spend the night at her place tonight, so we can go to school together tomorrow. I wanted to also talk to Zayn about this "Old Friend" because my curiosity has taken over me. Everything I think about always ends up with me thinking about who this friend is. I feel excited to know, but also nervous. If it was just a regular friend, Harry wouldv'e told me who it was. I quickly changed into some jeans and a hoodie and packed my bag for the night. Soon, I was at the door and making my way to Kendall's house.