Fat girl worries

Chapter 14

I parked down the street so that drunk teenagers won't hit or scratch my car. I walk over to the house and enter, I look around, searching for Zak. I see Zayn and Morgan sitting on the carpet in front of the couch where Harry, Cindi and Niall are sitting on. Harry looks shocked when he sees me, I shrug and move further into the house, looking around for Zak.

I spot Louis and his friends that were sitting with us that first day I met Zak. Then I see him, big smile on his face as he throws his head back to laugh at something. My stomach erupt with nervous butterflies. Why am I nervous? He spots me staring at him, his smile widening, if that's even possible. He says something to his friend and then walks over to me, eyes never leaving mine. He stops right in front of me, putting his hands in his pockets. "Hi." He says. "Hi." I say back, why am I blushing? "Listen, I'm sorry about earlier, I shouldn't have pushed you to tell me something if you're not comfortable telling me-" "It was my ex." I say quickly, interrupting him. "What?" He looks confused. "My ex was here, a couple of days ago we had an argument and he hit me, it was my ex, not Harry." I say everything so quickly I had to take a deep breath. "And the bruises on Harry's face, that I didn't cause?" he asks. "That was from Harry protecting me, he came between me and Xander." Zak nods. "I'm so sorry, I didn't know." I shake my head and reach for his face, cupping his cheek. "It's okay." My thumb moves over his bruise on his cheek. "Can I kiss you?" He asks and I blush, smiling. "Yes." He leans in, planting his soft lips on mine. "You don't have to ask every time, you know." I say when I pull away. It feels nice that he wants to kiss me in front of everyone and not in a room where no one can see us, it feels nice that he's not ashamed.

"I just wanted to make sure, come on let's get a drink and chill with the other guys." He grabs my hand and I follow him, looking back to the couch area where Harry was sitting only to see him leaning forward and resting his elbows on his knees, blank expression as he look in our direction. We make eye contact, I break it. Tonight I told him this whatever we had has to come to an end, it would be the last time, and I'm sticking with it.

We chilled with Louis and played two rounds of beer pong, the second time I teamed with Louis because Zak absolutely sucked at beer pong, not sinking one ball in the cup. I left the group to go find a bathroom, opening it and walking in, a foot stopped me from closing the door completely. Harry's face popped in, "You should stop doing this." I said, walking to the toilet as Harry locked the door. "What the fuck are you doing here?" He asked as I sat down to pee. "I asked Zak what he was doing because you ditched me after telling me you wouldn't leave me alone, he told me he was here and that I should join." Harry looked irritated. "You passed out today, you shouldn't be here you should be in bed resting." I blushed as he scolded me, he had a point and I know I'm being irresponsible.

"What are you doing hanging out with that tool anyway?" he added. I rolled my eyes as I finished up and flushed the toilet. "He's really nice Harry, at least it's him and not Zayn, cause I know he's still interested as well." I wash my hands, making eye contact through the mirror. "And how awkward would it be if your friend fucked better than you did." I don't know why I said that, I can see his eyes turn dark, anger taking over. "Go and fuck him then, whore." He spat out, "Saying yes to anyone who is willing because no other guys are begging you to fuck them." My face went completely red, I could feel the blush spread over my chest. I turned, facing him. "Funny, because you like to beg." Harry laughed, but it was an angry laugh as he stepped closer to me and I backed up, back hitting the sink. "I just look at you and you're ready to fuck, I don't need to beg." My core throbbed, fuck my woman body and stupid hormones. "I don't even need to touch you, and you're dripping." his face is right by mine, I can smell the alcohol on his breath. His right hand moves to hover over my breast, feather light touch to my nipple and it's rock hard, aching to be sucked. I try to contain myself, but when his leg brushes my core I moan. "Point made." He whispers by my ear. "Easy."