Chapter 12

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•EDITED•

It was getting late.

Everyone had moved inside after the sun began to set to go have a drink. Let's just say they enjoyed the atmosphere, everyone was probably drinking more than they should have at a work gathering that is.

But Zayn, couldn't get over the kiss, nor the fact that Louis refused to leave.

It was pathetic if you asked Zayn.

Then again everyone has to make their shmoney one way or the other. Even if it is sucking the life out of innocent men.

Zayn was tipsy. So professional.

But so was most of the guests, if they weren't tipsy they were already pissed out of their minds. What? It was free liquor. And Zayn was just grateful his dad wasn't here.

He couldn't help but watch Harry at the bar laughing obnoxiously loud, a drunken habit of his. Louis clung to his side.

Tramp. Zayn thought.

Zayn watched Harry's actions closely, seeing how he throws his head back laughing constantly at nothing.

Though Zayn and Harry both had agreed to be co-parents with the impression of neither having feelings for the other everything went great.

Zayn was doing quite fine until that kiss. Or so he believed. In all honesty, the man was driving himself mental. He longed for Harry and he knew it. But now all zayn could think about was Harry's sweet sinful lips that moulded with his instinctively and perfectly, his large yet gentle hands that pulled him in by the waist without command.

Zayn was spiralling down memory lane, a very very sexual lane.

The alcohol surging through his veins didn't help the rabbit hole of sexual desires he was falling down. He hasn't been touched in so long, and the sexual frustration was downing on him.

Pictures of Harry's naked body flurried his mind. Oh, how his body must have changed over the years.

He watched as Harry's Adam's apple bob as he swallowed whatsoever the drink in his hand was. Zayn remembered the noises he would make when he licked it, y'know when they were inexperienced youngsters.

Harry's eyes scanned the room before locking with Zayn's. Zayn's lips slightly parted light breaths leaving his mouth, slightly dilated pupils trailing over Harry's body then back to his face.

Was wrong, was it wrong to feel this way about your ex? Surely there had to be some law about this right? I mean, Zayn knew why Harry did what he did, there is nothing wrong with forgiving him but should he be feeling the way he is now?

Harry watched Zayn watching him before repeating his actions and letting his eyes roam Zayn's body. Zayn's tight little body.

The sexual tension was raw, heavy and stifling.

The two share a silent conversation before Louis realizes what was transpiring, taking notice of Harry's now dilated pupils which were not caused by him or his actions.

"Hey." He says grabbing Harry by the back of the neck before literally shoving his tongue down his throat causing Zayn to cringe. And no, not out of jealousy but disgust.

Louis opens one eye to look at him and he could tell the man was smirking but it only caused Zayn to chuckle. He didn't think Louis could get any more pathetic but he was wrong.

Zayn thought over Harry's actions.

Does he still have feelings for me?

Maybe not like that, maybe just sexually.

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