Manipulated (New and Imropved version of Manipulative)

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Harry ended up brushing Zayns roaming hands off his body. He declined Zayns offer to accompany him back to his home. It wasn't like he just didn't want to spend the night with the older man, he didn't for two reasons, one being his drunk friends. He knew that he would be responsible for his drunk friends, he'd known that since the beginning of the night and no dick would pull him away from ensuring his friends made it back home safely.

The other reason being more personal, on his part. Yeah, he was well aware of the fact that Zayn knew Harry slept around, but he didn't want the man to think that he could have him in just one night.

For many of Harrys sexual partners, that was the case. Buy him a drink and call him pretty, and depending on the way you presented yourself you could have the green eyed beauty in your bed in just no time.

The only difference with Zayn Malik was the fact that he was desired, strongly desired by many. He was almost sure Zayn held many hearts and he was so far from careful with them, he played with them like a juggler tossed balls.

That plus his good looks and riches put Zayn Malik on some sort of high horse and Harry was all for knocking the man down, ruthlessly.

With that he'd told the man exactly what the older least expected; No.

The look of shock on the mans face had been priceless, Harry almost last. He tried to play it off as well as he could but Harry noticed, he was shocked that the younger had blatantly told him no and he didn't like it to say the least.

With that Harry had turned from the handsome man, he stood dumbstruck in the place Harry had left him. Hard and sexually frustrated.

Harry was honestly curious to see how Zayn Malik would handle rejection, becuase he was almost sure a man like him barely so ever got rejected and it couldn't come easy to them.

Harry hadn't given the man a second look though, it was getting late and he didn't want his friends to go down with alcohol poisoning.

Once Harry approached his friend he could immediately tell it was time for the two to go. Their already obnoxious giggling had reached an all time high and hey we're basically falling over each other as they attempted to drunkingly dance near the bar, to ensure their drinking were close enough.

Just as Niall attempted to drown down another shot, Harry grabbed the cup from the Irishmans hand, he could really get carried away.

Niall whined and sloppily swung at Harry, hitting him in the arm softly.

Harry had to refrain from laughing and gave a dry "ouch"

Louis eyes widened at Niall "don-don't chu tush My hazz like dat" he poked Nialls chest harshly, well as harsh as a drunk Louis could.

Niall scoffed and went to swing a weak punch at Niall but Harry had grabbed his wrist to stop him just in time.
"Alright guys, enough of this. We're heading home" Harry announced to the two who were beginning to bicker.

Harry honestly wondered if they were speaking english, becuase with their high intake and alcohol and the loud music Harry couldn't understand a damn thing.

The two simply ignored Harry and continued to do whatever they were doing to each other, arguing.

Harry sighed heavily and rolled his eyes, there was no way he could get the both of them out of the club by himself.

With that understanding he pulled out his phone and dialed Marcos number, he knew the man would come.

Like Harry knew, Marco answered on the second ring, his accented voice rang through the receiver "Harry, darling how are you?" He asked immediately, sounding as relaxed as he always did.