Different//z.m.

Chapter 9

"He's such a fucking jerk!" "I can't stand him." "What makes him think that he can just waltz into the restaurant, beat you up and give me a hickey?" "I don't care how hot he is he's such a manwhore!" "Why do guys like him even exist?"

"Sapphire please shut up?" Harry asked, well more like ordered me.

"Ever since we got back from Nandos all you've been talking about is Zayn and it's really starting to give me a fucking headache. I don't want to hear his name come out of your mouth again okay," Harry said sternly rubbing his forehead and groaning in annoyance.

I lowered my head down looking at my feet feeling really awkward and embarrassed not realizing how much I've been talking about the sexy, raven haired lad.

"Sorry, I'll shut up," I said quietly.

"Thank God. I thought you'll never stop," Harry said dramatically flailing his hands in the air.

I looked up at him and he was smiling, satisfied.

"So what do you want to do?" I asked and he looked up at me giving me a smirk.

"Well, I sure know what you want to do and that thing is Zayn," Harry replied laughing at his own ridiculous innuendo and I shook my head, not amused. He bent down and slapped his massive hands on his open knees that showed through his ripped tight black jeans.

I rolled my eyes at him and shook my head at his silliness but somewhere deep down inside of me his words were correct but I shook that feeling off.

"Harry it wasn't that funny," I said impassively looking up at him with a bored, annoyed expression.

He was still laughing his ass off and I wondered how when I first met him I thought he was a total badass because he's a total idiot who I can't help but love.

He finally stopped laughing and straightened up on the couch and turned the television on turning it to some random channel.

"You're a strange child." I plopped down on the couch besides Harry and snuggled into his side while playing with his curls that peaked out underneath his light grey beanie.

"And that's why you love me." He smiled down at me and lifted his arm which I was currently leaning on and wrapped it around me. I snuggled more into him enjoying the scent of his cologne that wasn't too strong and wasn't too manly. It smelt just right for Harry- if a cologne could even smell like the perfect scent for a person.

"I'm so bored," I moaned loudly and sighed blowing a piece of hair out of my face but it still landed right back on my face and I narrowed my eyes at the piece of blond, curly hair in frustration.

After a few miserable attempts of blowing my hair out of my face I finally pulled it behind my ear.

"Me too. Why couldn't you be more of a fun person to live with?" He said playfully and I mocked hurt.

I gasped loudly and pulled away from him and hit him lightly on the chest.

"How dare you insult me like that? Why couldn't you be more of a fun person to live with?" I replied sticking my tongue out at him and he rolled his eyes and messed my hair up by repeatedly moving his hand in my hair.

"Don't touch the curls," I said warningly narrowing my eyes at him and pointing my index finger in front of his face.

"What are you going to do about it?" He replied a lopsided grin marked on his face.

"Touch yours," I shouted and took off his beanie before messing up his already messed up hair.

"Now you definitely have a bad hair day," I snorted laughing lightly at how idiotic he looked with his hair sticking up in different places.