Manipulated (New and Imropved version of Manipulative)

8

The last class of the day had ended for Harry  and he wasted no time getting up and collecting his items.  As did many students, Harry rushed out of the class his bag slung over his shoulder heavy with homework.

Homework. A thing Harry spent most of his time doing and despised having.

Harry knew he had a long night ahead of him and he couldn't allow anyone to distract him, he had far too much homework to complete. As per usual Harry made his way to his car, Louis nowhere in sight  since his classes ended later than Harry's.

It was quite funny to see Louis hung over in class though he was a grumpy hot mess. It only made Harry laugh and warn him about he and Niall's drinking irresponsibility.

Harry got into his car lugging his bag over to the passenger seat and pulling off to head back to his flat. He drummed his fingers against the steering wheel, to the beat of the music spilling from the stereo.

Harry drove his mind busy with many things. Mainly school and how he'd work out the amount of homework he needed to complete.

But also Zayn Malik.. 

 Harry hadn't spoken to him since the club. It's not like he expected to. He wanted to tease the man, he wanted him on his knees begging.

Once he was back home, he dragged himself up the stairs to his condo.

He burst into his tidy  home and tossed the bag on the couch, plopping down beside it. He let his body sink, and his muscles relax into the expensive furniture.

Before starting his homework he pulled his phone out slowly scrolling through each missed notification, nothing unordinary, just a few missed calls and texts, well besides one which was a missed call from an unknown number.

He studied the number for quite some time, simply trying to figure out if he actually knew of the number. He didn't though. He'd never seen the number.

So of course he clicked on the red highlighted number and pressed the phone to his ear as it began to ring. 

Curiosity killed the cat.

He held the phone between his shoulder and ear, reaching over to grab his bag to began his work. As he pulled his books out, a man answered the phone.

A man with a very familiar voice, and Harry had to refrain himself from gasping from pure surprise. "Hello Harry " the man spoke smoothly through the speaker.

Harry snorted placing he phone back in his hand, he knew exactly who it was.

"And this is?" Harry asked, trying his best not to let the amusement shine through his faux confusion.

The man on the other side of the phone chuckled.

"You know exactly who this is darling," he said with that voice that had made Harry feel many things .

"It's Zayn, baby," the man answered, possibly growing impatient. Maybe he didn't like role play.

At that thought Harry rolled his eyes, and placed his backpack back down, maybe he wouldn't be getting any work done tonight.

"Well hello, Mister," Harry spokes deciding to relax against the couch, pulling his legs up and under his body.

"Hey." Zayn said through the receiver amusement lingering in his voice, as a door sounded to have closed.

There was a slight silence with the two just holding the phone breathing. This made Harry laugh and speak up "How'd you get my number?" He asked boredly picking at the loose strings of his black jeans.