Celebrity crush (Zarry)

Chapter 3

Nick Jonas ^^
I have to say he's hot af too 😍

"What the fuck is this, Harry? Are you cheating on me?" Nick growled as he walked into Harry's house.


Harry was making dinner when he heard Nick's voice. He instantly took off his apron and walked out of the kitchen.


"What are you talking about, Nick?" Harry frowned.


"This!" Nick shoved his phone in front of Harry harshly. It was the picture of him and Zayn on his ig. "Are you fucking cheating on me, Harry?" Nick questioned.


"What? I would never ever cheat on you and you know that, Nick. I love you and only you. Zayn and I are just friends." Harry replied truthfully, "And what's wrong with taking pictures with Zayn? I have plenty of pictures with my friends on instagram and you've never had any problem with that. Why are you suddenly accusing me of cheating?" He paused and frowned slightly. Then he looked into Nick's brown eyes and asked unsurely, "Are you cheating on me, Nick?"


Nick looked away and marched across the room to threw the china doll which was on the table onto the floor.


Shattering sound fills the room, making Harry jump in shock.


"I would never cheat on you! What the fuck! Why are you fucking accusing me like that, Harry?" Nick yelled.


"I-"


"And, I told you to throw that damn ugly apron away! Why do you still have it, huh Harry?" Nick glared at Harry.


Harry bit his bottom lip and fiddled with the rings in his fingers while looking down at his feet. He felt guilty for ever accusing his lovely boyfriend of cheating and not throwing the apron away immediately after he was told to. "I-I'm sorry. I-"


Harry got interrupted by the doorbell.


"I um, I'll get the door." Harry whispered and hurried towards the door.


"Zayn?" He was surprised to see Zayn standing outside with a worried face.


"Y-Yeah. Umm, I heard some noise coming from your house, so I wanted to check if you were alright." Zayn scratched his head sheepishly and looked at Harry's green eyes with concern. "Is everything okay?"


Before Harry could say anything, Nick appeared behind him and wrapped his arms around Harry's waist.


"Yes, everything is okay." Nick said and faked a sweet smile at Harry when Harry looked up at him. "Right, babe?"


Harry then looked at Zayn when he felt Zayn's worried gaze on him. He sighed softly and nodded, "Y-Yes, everything is fine."


"Oh." Zayn didn't know what to say. But, at the same time, he didn't want Harry to be alone with his so called lovely boyfriend. He had heard them arguing earlier since Nick had a loud voice. Zayn was afraid that something bad would happen to Harry, that's why, he was at Harry's door to check on him.


Zayn just stood there staring at the couple numbly.


Nick sighed, feeling annoyed that Zayn didn't take the hint and leave them alone. "If you don't have anything else to say, Harry and I are going to rest." He said rudely, sending a glare at Zayn.


Zayn ignored Nick and stared into Harry's beautiful eyes. "Are you sure?"


"Y-Yes. It's really late, we're gonna rest now." Harry gave him a reassuring smile. "Goodnight, Zayn."


"Goodn-" Before Zayn could finish his word, Nick slammed the door in his face.


Zayn looked at the closed door dumbly.


"Yo, what are you doing, Zayn; standing there like an idiot?" Louis shouted as he got out of his car. He had just come back from his date with Eleanor. Niall and Liam weren't home yet.


"Nothing." Zayn replied and walked across the road to their house. "How was your date?"


Louis smiled smugly, "Not gonna tell you, little virgin."


"Fuck off, Louis. I'm not a virgin." Zayn rolled his eyes and gave Louis a middle finger before walking into their house.


Zayn opened his bedroom door and walked inside. He closed the door and walked to the window. Through his window, he could see Harry's room, but the curtains were closed. The light radiated from his curtain signaling that they're not sleep yet.


He closed his curtains when he saw two shadows making out in Harry's room.


Zayn plopped down on his king-sized bed and reached over and grabbed a joint that was on the bedside table. He smoked and got high until he passed out in his bed.