Ten Years [Zourry]

Love?

"What the hell are you doing here?" Harry chuckled, feeling oddly relieved to see a familiar face.

"Just dropped by. I know the dude who owns the house. The real question is, what're you doing here?" Zayn asked, standing close to him.

He was thankful he found Harry before the little goof wound up in trouble or underneath a horny stranger.

"What does it look like I'm doing?" Harry smiled, waving his empty cup and doing a little dance.

"Being awkward, mostly." Zayn observed.

Harry gave him a look. "Aren't you a little too old to be here?"

"No, but I'm certain you're too young to be." Zayn said, staring at him.

"What're you gonna do, tell on me? Louis knows I'm here so go ahead." Harry said, sticking his tounge out at him before laughing.

"No, actually I was thinking of getting you out of here before you do something stupid." Zayn said.

"Why? What is it with you and Louis acting so protective?" Harry frowned. "Let me live my life."

"You didn't look like you were having much fun." Zayn commented, leaning to speak into Harry's ear this time.

Harry swallowed, stepping back and looking up at him.

"I was just looking for someone to dance with." He argued, such a serious look in those big green eyes.

"Oh yeah?" Zayn chuckled skeptically.

"Yeah, you don't believe me?" Harry challenged.

"Not really." Zayn said with a blank stare.

"Fine." Harry said, his eyes searching the room again.

He marched over to a man who stood leaning back against the wall, taking him by the wrist and pulling him out into the open.

The alcohol gave Harry the confidence to do that, and he sighed with relief when the man went along with it.

"What's your name?" He asked over the music as they began to dance.

"Harry. Yours?" Harry smiled up at him.

"Raymond."

"That's hot." Harry smiled, his stomach burning from the alcohol.

His limbs were starting to feel numb.

"Yeah?"

Harry nodded, bravely pressing up against him.

He had a constant blush on his cheeks, biting his lower lip as he felt strong hands pressed against his lower back.

"Alright that's enough." Zayn spat, suddenly pulling Harry away with an arm around Harry's waist.

"What're you doing?" Harry complained, smacking him away.

"That guy is older than me. You proved your point, we're leaving." Zayn told him.

"Didn't think there was anyone older than you." Harry smirked.

"Let's just go." Zayn said, grabbing his arm.

"No! Who says I wanna leave with you?" Harry snapped, stumbling a little as he pulled away.

"You're just j-jealous."

"Alright that's it." Zayn sighed, bending some and picking Harry up, tossing him over his shoulder.

"What the hell? Put me down!" Harry yelled his entire world spinning now.

"No, you're drunk. I'm not leaving here knowing you're like this and could get hurt." Zayn said, carrying Harry to his car.