Or in which Zayn is Harry's fuck buddy...but becomes more...yes again. I don't know why I love it so much.
It was another day of harmless fucking. It became a normal thing. Go over to Harry's appartement, do their business and going out to eat something, as friends. It was just them giving each other a little help. Some relief. But this time things didn't go as planned. When Zayn arrived in front of Harry's door and took the spare key out of his pocket, he distinctly heard another voice. Moaning at that.
«She crept into your life and cut me up like a knife »
Arching his brow, he decided not to interrupt just settling for sending Harry a message. Soon enough the moaning stopped and a response came: "Nah babe 'mnotbusy come over" Zayn's brow arched higher and hearing the click of the door he slowly raised his head, seeing a slim girl still dressing go out while biting her lip trying to hold in her laughing when she saw how surprised Zayn was. "Hi" She giggled blushing ever so slightly. "Yeah, hey..." he answered awkwardly. She waved then left. She was pale, tall, with a defined waist, long legs, nice pair of boobs and an ass people could kill for. Pretty much a model to summarize.
« She's prettier than I'll ever be. Got yourself a beauty queen. »
Zayn shook his head trying not to think much about it. He can do whatever he wants we are not together. He repeated in his head. He entered and closed the door behind him.
"Haz where you at?" He called out.
"Shower babe" Harry answered. "Hey gorgeous how you doing." Harry greeted leaning in for a kiss. Instead of kissing back, Zayn leaned his cheek in, Harry's lips touching his soft cheek instead making the later frown. "What's wrong?!" Zayn shrugged.
"Nothing. I'm good. You?" Harry eyed him suspiciously.
"M'not sure after what just happened"
"What just happened?" Asked Zayn taking off his jacket hanging it neatly and sitting on the edge of the bathtub.
"You didn't kiss me!" Exclaimed Harry throwing his arms in the air.
"Sorry didn't want pussy juices on my lips, by the way please brush your teeth before putting your lips anywhere near me." Sassed Zayn rolling his eyes and exciting the room leaving Harry with his jaw hanged low.
«Cause I could sex your brain but she don't do it that way»
"Wait Zee what do you mean?" Asked Harry faking surprise.
"I mean the lady who just walked out your door and was a moaning mess not so long ago." Harry blushed embarrassed. "Long legs, C cup, fat ass, slim waist, rings a bell?" He didn't wait for a response. "Course it does. Anyways. Hurry up so we can go eat after I'm hungry."
"But let me explain..." Harry started
"Why the fuck would you explain anything to me I'm not your boyfriend" Tsked Zayn. "C'mon hurry." Zayn was right but still Harry felt hurt but he had to take the blame so he just obeyed. After getting their business done, they went to eat, as usual. Once they got their plates, Harry took ahold of Zayn's soft hands.
"You know today I realized something babe. It's you and only you I want. I wanna give you all my love and attention. Because you belong to me and nobody else. I wouldn't bare seeing you in anyone else's arms." Zayn frowned.
"You don't want to see me with anyone else but yet I just saw you with some other girl few hours ago. What the fuck is wrong with you?!" He snatched his hands away.
"Baby I just wanted to forget about the fact that you were not mine but in reality it is up to us and I should have made that move sooner I know. I feel so bad, my intention was never to hurt you." Zayn laughed bitterly.
"Prove it." He simply said, sipping on his water.
"What? What do you mean." Zayn shrugged.
"Prove it. Prove that you really want me. Prove that I really should choose you. Prove why. Prove it." Then he got up, slapped some money on the table and walked away leaving Harry with this head in his hands. And let's just say that for months, Harry really did prove a lot to Zayn. They were back on a date right where it all started, same food, same place. It was Harry's last chance and he knew it. He couldn't fuck it up.
" Well I know that you hate when I babbler so, let me get straight to the point." He cleared his throat. "Zayn, will you be my boyfriend?" Zayn giggled nodding his head yes.
"You just needed a good fuck to get your ideas back in place" He joked. And they kissed lovingly as the sun disappeared.
« She can fuck you good...but I can fuck you better. »
