Zarry Stylik Dirty Oneshots

One night stand

Zayn & Harry
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The room started spinning. I started side stepping, "Whoa." This rugged voice yelled, "Watch it." I look up, "Sorry, mate." I stumble my way out the back door.

"Harry!" A squeaky voice yells. I continue to look down over the banister. "Harry, baby." A slim arm drunkenly wraps around my waist. "Harry?" Julie is breathing heavy on my arm. "Yeah. I'm fine." I grumble. "Okay." He trips over her own feet, "Whoa!" She squeals. I catch her and lift her up.

"Wow.. thank you, haz." She messily brushes hair from her face and looks up at me. She goes to miss me and I step out of the way. "No, Julie." I flip hair out of my face. "Go back inside." I wipe my face and sigh. "Hmph!" She stomps off with her arms crossed like a spoiled four year old that got told no. "Hmm, dramatic." I laugh and lean against the banister.

I pull a pack of cigarettes out of my shirt pocket, "Shit." I feel my shirt pockets, then proceed to check all my other ones. "Needs light?"

I stand straight up, "Uh.." I look over and see the same guy who yelled at me to watch it.

Zayn.

I swallow, "Uh, yeah.." he reaches over with a green lighter in his hand, "Thanks." I mutter lighting my cigarette. I hand him the lighter back, "Nah, man. Keep it." I slowly retract my arm, "Oh, alright. Thank you.." I put the lighter in my pocket.

"When did you start?" He asks lighting up one of his own. It takes a second for what he said to click in my brain, "About.. uh about a year ago." I lick my lips and bring the cig back up. "Wow.." he laughs, "Sweet little, Hazzy boy. Smoking a cig with me.." he shakes his head.

I bite my lip and squint my eyes, "Yeah?" He smirks, "You're just so.. what's the word I'm looking for?" He  ashes his cigarette, "Delicate?" He chuckles and leans back against the wall.

"Why are you out here?" I take a long drag of my cigarette, waiting to hear this bulls hit answer. He shrugs, "I don't know." I raise my eye brows, "What? Did the big bad, Zayn man admit that he doesn't know something? For once?" I smirk and shake my head, "You're insane, mate. Nah, I-I.. I needed some air and too many girls were hitting on me."

I roll my eyes, "Damn." I blow air through my nose, "Zayn, man. You act like that's a bad thing?" I flick my cigarette and blow the rest of the smoke out. "Haz, man.." he laughs quietly, "It's a bad thing when it's not who you want hitting on you."

I raise my eye brow, "What?" He flicks his cigarette and shakes his head, "Nothing." I step towards him, "You're acting weird, and that's not you." He looks up at me, "Y-Uh. It's nothing." I squint and cross my arms, "What? You can tell me."

He licks his lips and nods towards the other wall, "C'mon." He struts over to the ally way between the houses. I follow him slowly, kinda sketched out. "C'mere.." he leans back and puts his foot up on the wall. I walk over and look at him, "What's going on?"

He looks around and in the quickest, most smoothest motion, stands up, pushes me against the wall, and plants on right on me.

Whoa.

Hello.

I grab his waist and spin around, slam him against the wall, and pin his hands to his sides. I bite his bottom lip and he growls lowly.

"let's go." I whisper, "Follow me." I pull the keys out of my pocket and unlock my car. I walk over, looking around as I go. Zayn follows me and gets in the passenger side. "Fuck." He says looking at me, "Let's go." I turn the car on and pull away from the house, "How far until we get to your house?"

"About a half hour." I look at him, "Why?" He licks his lips and sits up slightly, "Undo your jeans and you'll find out." I groan as the sound of him saying that. "Damn.." I groan sliding my jeans down to my thighs. My dick comes up slapping against my stomach.