One Direction, Justin Bieber and 5SOS one-shots (boyxboy)

|| Zarry ||

I HAVENT UPDATED IN SO LONG SORRY !!!!!!!!!!!!

Sum up: Zayn has always had a crush on Harry, but Harry has never seemed to notice. But it actually turns out to be quite the opposite.

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Zayn's POV

The boys and I are on tour and we have just arrived in LA. We have just walked into the hotel we are staying at and luckily, there was no fans around the outside of the hotel so we had a quick entry. Paul walked up to the reception desk to get the keys to the rooms.

Five minutes later paul walked up to us with our keys.

"Ok so three of you will be sharing one room and the other two will be sharing another, your choice, but somehow they mixed up the booking so one of the rooms is down the opposite end of the hallway to the other, sorry boys," Paul says handing us our keys, giving one to me and one to Liam.

"Haz do you wanna share with me?" I ask Harry with a smile.

"Sure why not," Harry grins, "You guys ok with that?" Harry asks the other and they all agree.

"Ok good now Zayn and Harry your room is 124 and you three are in 155, 6th floor," Paul tells us and we thank him and head towards the elevator.

It's 2:30 am here in LA and I'm not even tired. Probably because its 10 am in London. God I hate time differences. Harry and I walk to our room and I open the door, and I see a mini kitchen, a big king bed and a bathroom door. It's quite small but oh well.

It's just now that I notice there is only one bed, not two. Not that I care. But Harry might.

"Harry there's only one bed," I tell him.

"Oh so there is, oh well not like we all haven't shared a bed with eachother anyway," He says and gives me a small smile.

"I guess thats true," I reply, trying not to look too excited that I'm going to be sharing a bed with Harry.

I get my toothbrush and stuff out my suitcase and go into the bathroom to put it away. When I come back out Harry is lying on the bed with the tv remote in his hand trying to see what is on.

"Harry, nothing is going to on it's like 2:40 in the morning," I say.

"Oh, well yeah I knew that," He says and turns off the TV, " I'm bored, and I'm not tired at all what do you want to do?"

"Um, I don't know,"

I want to do alot of things but they all involve you.

"I know how about we play truth or dare?" He asks.

This is gonna go really bad, I can tell.

"Sure" I answer, what the fuck did I just do?

"Ok do you want to start?" He asks and I shake my head.

"Ok, truth or dare"

"Dare" A smirk forms on his face and thats when I know I'm fucked.

"I dare you to ring up the lobby and ask the chick if she has any condoms -in an american accent- and then giggle like your drunk and then hang up," He says, smirking even more.

"No fucking way" I answer.

"If you don't do it I'll make you call up Paul instead," He says and I immediately change my mind.

"Fine," I walk over to the hotel room phone and dial the lobby number.

It rings two times and then someone picks it up.