Three of Them (Zourry)

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Zayn's pov

The date went great, despite my vain effort of ice skating. They laughed at me so many times I lost count. Hell, even the rink's employee laughed at me. I wouldn't blame them, of course. I did look like an idiot.

We went out for dinner after, it was delicious. Plus the waitress was hot as fuck. I betted she felt all three pairs of eyes eyeing her up and down as she took our order.

If we weren't dating, all of us would probably try and seduce her into fucking us. Or maybe try and get us a foursome. But we were dating. We all knew we liked what we saw, but we also knew that we couldn't do shit about it. It was like a silent agreement that we'd stare as much as we want, but nothing further.

I stared at her ass as she walked away. All of us did. It was funny how we were dating and yet still freely looked at other people like that. It was fine though, looking was okay, as long as you didn't do anything about it.

I sipped my red wine slowly, savoring the drink. It was the only thing left on the table. The food was gone long ago.

"Let's fuck." I looked up, my eyes stared at those two boys.

"Fuck off, Zayn. Keep it in your pants a little. I know the waitress was hot, but if every single time we met a hot person we had to have sex, we'll have no time to do anything else!" Louis complained. Wow, didn't see that coming. Louis never turned down sex with me, never.

"Geez, okay! I was just suggesting, no need to be so strict and grumpy, you old man who can't have fun." I replied to his unusual reply. Louis rolled his eyes.

"Fine. I'll give you a blow job in the bathroom. Harry, you wanna come with?" The feathery haired man finally stated. Great, I wanted to get off. But Louis pissed me off. He told me to fuck off! Well, I guessed I'd just have to fuck his face.

Harry's cheeks were a little rosy, but he shook his head no. How did this innocent little bean stay this innocent when he spent most of his time with a human being like me?

Was I fucking him up? Well, I definitely was, but I cared about him, and he cared about me. Wasn't that all that mattered?

Louis and I stood up, he tugged my hand and led me towards the bathroom. The bathroom was squeaky clean, it smelled like fresh lemon, the tiles were white and the walls were grey, it looked neat.

He opened one of the bathroom stall and quickly pushed me inside.

"I'm not gonna give you a blow job." Louis stated. Damn, this guy was getting on my nerve. Why was he acting so weird today? He'd never say no to anything sexual. Wow, I made him sound like a total slut. He wasn't. Or maybe he was a little bit slutty, but he was my slut, well, our slut. Anyway, he was acting super strange.

"Wha-" I went to protest about his last sentence, but he shut me up with his quick words.

"It's Harry's birthday!" He half shouted. He looked a bit panicked. It was Harry's birthday? I didn't know this, I hadn't gotten him anything. Shit.

"Whoa, really? Then why aren't we throwing a party? And why the fuck do you look so stressed out about it?" Because it was true, Louis looked so stressed out. His eyebrows were crunched.

"Kendall told me he hates birthdays, she once threw her a surprise party, but he ended up being mad at her for a week. Next year she just gave him a simple present and keep it toned down, Harry was happy. Now, I want him to have the best birthday ever, but I don't fucking know how!" My best friend of many years looked exasperated. He truly wanted Harry to have the best birthday ever. Well, it would be his first birthday with us dating, so it mattered a lot.