Existence Of Love [Harry Styles Fanfiction/A Mermaid Tale]

35. Kiss Me

Zayn and I sat comfortably on the couch, asking each other things that weren't too personal. I learned about his family, including names and pets. Songs he liked most, even the one he sang for the X-Factor. He said it'll always hold something for him.

I couldn't be as detailed or descriptive with my background as he was, but I gave him satisfying answers to the random questions that he asked. He always just nodded and asked the next question.

I had quickly noticed that Zayn was the quiet one in their clique, but when he's comfortable, he isn't as quiet as he first comes across. He may not be as loud and bombastic as the rest, but he also isn't 'to himself' when you finally get him to open up.

"So, how long have you known that Reef guy?" Zayn asked while the other boys were still having their showers.

"My whole life, I think. I remember his face, even from when I was little."

"And you've seen him often?"

"Yeah, he was around everyday of my life."

"That doesn't sound like just a friend of your dads." Zayn chuckled.

"What do you mean?"

"I barely see my own dads friends around. What if Reef is hiding a secret?"

I giggled quietly. "Reef tells me everything."

"Are you sure about that?"

"Quite. He even risks the trouble of talking about love."

"Okay, okay." Zayn smiled, sitting crooked on the large couch to face me. "The bed on this thing is comfortable. The cushions aren't. My butt went numb. It's a bit tingly."

I covered my mouth with my hands and suppressed laughter. Zayn covered his face in embarrassment and groaned.

"I didn't need to know that!" I exclaimed.

"I didn't mean it that way, though! You're so dirty minded!"

"Actually, my mind is clean and set tracked." I giggled, dropping my hands back into my lap. I touched the back of my hand to under my nose and sniffled. "Can I ask something?"

"Sure thing."

"Why wasn't I taken back to Travis' home last night?"

"I would like to think it was because we didn't have his exact address. But Harry tried thinking of a bunch of excuses. I'm sure it was because curly wanted to spend more time with you."

"Really?"

"Yeah, he's-"

"Zayn," Harry's voice scolded, his feet carrying him down the stairs, with shorts on and his hair damp from the shower, pushed out of his face. "You all agreed to not embarrass me."

"We promised that for last night." Zayn defended.

"I like that you want to spend time with me. It is so sweet." I told Harry, turning in my position to look at him as he walked up behind the couch. His cheeks splashed with pink as his tongue slithered out past his lips to wet them.

"I'm still mad at Zayn." Harry playfully pouted.

"Awh c'mon, mate. I'm sorry. We're best friends and you know my saying about best friends." Zayn tries to give Harry a large childish smile as his eyebrows come up, making his eyes seem bigger, in a state of innocence.

"Yeah." Harry chuckled, ruffling his hand through Zayn's hair roughly.

Zayn gasped loudly and jumped from the couch, glaring at Harry who jumped over the back of the couch and landed in the now empty spot.