dirty | collection of one shots.

gameboy

harry just wanted some attention from his beloved boyfriend & succeeded .

HARRY was greeted by the sun shining in his face when he woke up this morning. Not only did he go blind for a quick second from the sun's rays but he was the only one laying in the bed alone. It made him pout slightly. Making him upset that he wasn't greeted by his sleeping boyfriend that would be by his side. Plus, it was reaching eleven o'clock in the afternoon on a Saturday. Him and his boyfriend would have been laid up together and woken up around one o'clock.

Then, he heard sounds coming from the living room and curse words that were laced in that sexy accent that Harry gushed over all the time. He slowly got out of bed and made his way out of their bedroom. They actually shared an apartment together that was located downtown of the city. Both of them had been living in it for a few months now and they don't regret living with each other. It was spacious, had a great view of the city, and it was decorated with aesthetic items that both him and his boyfriend put up together.

His feet padded against the dark wooden floor until he made it out the hallway to enter the living room that was in the center of the apartment. There was his boyfriend sitting on the couch—shirtless—leaning forward  while he played a video game on the big screen TV.

"Really Zayn?" Harry deadpanned, his voice low and a bit groggy.

"Hey," Zayn said back, not even daring to take his eyes off the screen.

"Why are you up? You barely wake up on Saturdays," Harry spoke rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.

"That isn't true," Zayn defended. "You know I'm a morning person," and that was a damn lie.

Harry rolled his eyes, "Z, when I made you food last weekend you didn't want to get up. You almost starved. And you know well enough how much you like to eat."

"Wow, you got me," Zayn replied in a monotone.

Harry placed his hands on his hips, "Are you being sassy with me?"

"No baby," Zayn said back with a little laugh. "Well..maybe just a smidge."

Harry rolled his eyes and decided to sit on the floor in between Zayn's tattooed legs, resting his head on the couch, "What are you doing anyways?"

"I have to—fucking shit man!" Zayn cursed out loud. "Whoever shot me, ya moms a hoe."

"Zayn," Harry scolded.

"What? They can't do nothin'," Zayn shrugged. He cussed people out all the time.

"That's rude babe," Harry murmurs biting his bottom lip as he watched what was taking place on the screen. Zayn was now driving way too fast on the highway and it was making Harry a bit anxious.

"Mh, whatever you say," Zayn mumbled as he continued to play the game with his online peers.

Zayn quickly pressed the buttons of his controller in hopes of not getting shot while playing GTA5. He played it all the time.

"You know..violence is not good for the soul," Harry spoke up after seeing the animated character get shot in the stomach.

"Says the one who almost got into a fight yesterday," Zayn snorted.

"Hey, don't bring that up," Harry whined.

Zayn chuckled shaking his head, "I love you my lil frog."

Harry had to roll his eyes again, "Mh, whatever you say."

"Hey," Zayn actually paused his game just to tilt Harry's chin upwards. "Don't play with me," he warned.