Secrets [Zarry]

Peachy

Harry came into consciousness to the sound of knocking.

He immediately squinted, his brain feeling like it was trying to break out of his skull.

He heard a groan from beside him, giving him goosebumps.

Where the hell was he?

Harry slowly turned his head, blinking a few times and recognizing Zayn laying there beside him.

His cheek was pressed against the floor, and he was frowning.

Harry's eyes drifted away from Zayn and around the room, realizing that they were in a bathroom.

He slowly sat up, flinching at the pounding coming from the door.

"Anyone in there?" A voice asked, trying the knob.

Harry looked down at how he was dressed, blushing and glancing back towards the door.

"Um, yes." He answered.

"No." Zayn mumbled.

"Are you okay?" The person asked.

"No." Zayn mumbled again.

"I am....hungover. But other than that everything is just peachy." Harry replied.

"Alright. Well, we want everyone out as soon as possible so, do what you have to do. Please try not to puke anywhere." They said before they walked off.

"Fuck off." Zayn practically whined, rolling onto his back and covering his eyes with his hands.

Harry sighed with relief, using the side of the tub to help himself up.

He made the mistake of looking in the mirror, shocked by how awful he looked.

"Oh God." He whispered, knowing it would take years to brush the knots out of his hair.

He tried to fix it, giving up not long after.

"I can see up your dress from down here." Zayn said, making Harry gasp and step away from him.

"Well don't look!" He snapped.

"How about don't be so loud? Thanks." Zayn frowned, closing his eyes.

Harry swallowed. "How long did you stay after I passed out?"

"Until I passed out. So like...ten minutes." Zayn said.

"Oh. Well thanks for staying, I guess."

"Mhmm."

Harry stared down at him, pieces of last night beginning to float back into his mind.

He remembered a lot of kissing, and dancing, and smoking.

Harry specifically remembered that Zayn never verbally confirmed if he was gay or not.

Though, after that make out session and the way Zayn had grabbed his body, Harry felt it was quite obvious.

But that didn't mean Zayn was ready for a relationship.

Hell, Harry wasn't even ready for a relationship.

Nobody knew he was gay, he'd have to keep it all secret.

Nobody except.....Zayn.

Zayn knew because he'd read Harry's journal.

The question was, how much did he know? How much did he read?

Harry didn't even want to know, he just wanted to get out of here.

"Um, do you need my help getting up or anything?" Harry asked, collecting his heels.