New Roomie (Zarry AU)

1. I'm Not A Stripper

*unedited*

Harry's P.O.V

Zayn pins me against the wall with full force causing pain to rush through my spine. He then rubs his covered cock against mine, both of us moaning in sync. I push him off and he bounces on to his bed. I pull my shirt off and sit up on top of him, me straddling his hips. I then grab the collar of his shirt and pull him up, kissing him roughly.

And that was just the beginning of my nightmare that night.

I moved around trying to shake it out of my head, but I end up tangled in the sheets and on the carpet of my lounge room with a thud. I shoot my eyes open and catch my breath. My heart was pounding so fast out of my chest I was ready for my rib cage to burst open. Why was I thinking of that stuff? Thinking about Zayn like that... I don't know anything about him, but I had a nightmare about screwing him? That's just disgusting.

I get up and go to the kitchen, getting a glass of milk from the fridge and sculling it down. I slam the glass onto the bench and I'm honestly surprised it didn't smash.

"What are you doing up?" My lovely sister Gemma says, joining me. Hint the sarcasm.

"I just got home from fucking your best friend," I roll my eyes.

"My friends would not have a bar of you, you f*cking douche," Gemma retorts.

"That's not what she moaned to me just before, Gemmutt," I chuckle,

Gemma just groans, "You've been calling me that since I was four."

"I know, and you still look like one,"

She finally gives in with a huff and storms back off to her bedroom. I smirk in satisfaction and place the glass in the sink and head back to the couch. All I can think about is what Zayn told me. I don't think any of my family knows he's gay; because I know Gemma has the absolute hots for him, and I've seen my mum - happily married by the way - checking him out on the occasion. They're going to be shocked when they both find out that he bats for the other team.

I lie back down on the couch and throw my now discarded shirt (I don't know when that came off) to the TV. It lands on the floor and then I grab my phone from the ground in frustration. I see that Liam the fuckhead Payne has sent me a video. Well this just keeps getting better doesn't it?

It's of him and Niall, a traitor, having the time of their life. As soon as the camera turns on, Niall mouths to the lens, "Watch this ya c*nt," then starts to furiously make-out with his boyfriend. Gross. Gay love is disgusting. I find a picture of some naked girl with huge tits and text him back with a wink face. I laugh at my phone, seeing the lovely 'Seen' underneath my message. Knowing that Liam and Niall were probably vomiting due to their first ever sight of a v*gina, I switch my phone onto silent and try to get back to sleep.

I think about my day tomorrow, a Tuesday. I had no training, a science test, geography, and some other gay-ass subject. So guess what? I've all of a sudden come down with some serious flu. Can't go to school unless my parents want me to infect everyone with my infectious infection. The best part is; they fall for it every time.

I had something on tomorrow night, but I just can't remember what it was, or even when. Oh well, must not be that important. I shrug off my thoughts and go back to sleep.

.................................

I wake up in the morning with a horrible headache. Oh well, guess I don't have to lie about being sick anymore. I get up and head to the kitchen, adjusting my junk in my pants. I go into the medicine cupboard and take a few painkillers. On my way back past the kitchen I find a note that my mum left on the bench.