Pretty Boy

Chapter Fourteen

A week later, the boys were sitting on the back field. Zayn and Louis were chain smoking, well the other three stay cuddled close.

"Can I bum?" Liam asks as Zayn pulls out his second cigarette. Liam catches the one tossed to him. Zayn holds the lighter out after lighting his own, Liam leans in ignoring the light. He puts the head of his cigarette against Zayn's. As it lights, Liam makes eye contact, Zayn sits still as stone.

"Didn't know you smoked, Payno." Louis comments, running his finger through Harry's hair, the boy sprawled across his lap.

"Just socially." He shrugs in reply. Niall, who is tucked into his side, asks to share. "Why don't you share with Zayn babe?"

A cheeky grin forms on Niall's face. He crawls over to Zayn, who has turned a rose colour. Niall's crawl is slow and when he reaches the boy, Zayn he holds out a dart. Niall doesn't reach for it, instead parting his lips slightly.

Hesitantly Zayn puts the dart between the blonde boy's lips. Niall's chest rises as he fills his lungs with the smoke. Flicking the cigarette up, he motions for Zayn to remove it. He releases the smoke into the boy's face. Instead of crawling back to Liam like expected, Niall plops himself into Zayn's lap.

Louis starts to make a comment, but Harry shushes him by putting a finger to his lips. Eventually, Liam just can't hold back any longer. He moves next to the pair and puts his arm around Zayn before kissing Niall.

Harry giggles to himself at the sight. Zayn looks like he's having an inner battle, while he's never seen the other two so happy.

~

Giggling Louis and Harry laid on the couch, their chests pressed together. Louis was massaging the bottom of Harry's back and the top of his bum, occasionally pinching his thin hips, making the boy squeak and squirm. The TV was on, but neither of them were watching, favouring the closeness. They had been lying this way since they got back from hanging out with the rest of the boys. Hours had passed.

As Harry began making dinner, Louis became jumpy, tapping his foot and running his fingers through his hair. Of course, Harry noticed. He didn't want to say anything though. Louis would tell him in his own time, no point in causing tension.

"Baby, imma just get so fresh air well your cooking. Just going to step outside for five minutes." Louis said before grabbing his wallet and jogging to the back door. This worried Harry, but he just spread cheese all over the pizza before putting it into the oven.

Harry didn't want Louis to think he thought the worst of him. Going to check on him would mean Harry didn't trust him, which wasn't true, he was just curious. After only a minute of waiting, curiosity got the best of him. Harry went out onto his back porch. He wasn't shocked really, more surprised.

"It's really not what it looks like." Louis says, hiding the blunt behind his back. Harry stands still for a second before bursting into a fit of laughter. He steadies himself on a nearby chair. "Why are you laughing?" Louis asks. His confused voice only makes Harry laugh harder.

"Babe," Harry laughs. "You can smoke that in the house." Harry is clutching is stomach from laughing. "Rita and I smoked all the time."

Louis laughs taking another hit. "Wanna share?" He questioned with a giddy grin. Harry declines, but says he will next time.

After eating they find themselves on the couch again. This time Harry has his hand down Louis' pants. Stroking the punk boy into hardness, Harry doesn't dare take his eyes off the screen. Louis releases a guttural moan as Harry drags his thumb across the head.

"Babe," Louis laughs "We literally just did this earlier"

"I know" Harry giggles. He continues to stroke Louis, fingers wrapping around his girth. Louis' dick hot and pulsing in his hand. They don't talk much, Louis' moans and whimpers filling the silence.

"So good baby" Louis says as he cums.

~

Zayn and Harry go to the mall again. Louis wanted to meet up with some friends and was going to be busy until later that night. The two drove to the mall. Harry let Zayn jam out to his music this time. Slide Thru by Blackbear blasted as Zayn sang along. Constantly looking at Harry, practically serenading him in the car, making Harry laugh.

Zayn was very adamant that they were not going into Sephora. "No Harry. Last time I walked out with glitter cheeks and...and..." Zayn rushed. Harry grabs Zayn flailing hands.

"Zayn, calm down. Okay, if you don't like it then you can just walk around with me." Zayn nods slowly. "But if there is something you like, you can tell me and no one has to know."

The Sephora shopping trip went well. Zayn left with a small travel sized concealer and eyebrow gel. Harry leaves with three new eyeshadow palettes and some lip serum. They walk around for a bit before walking into the next store.

"Does that apply to all the stores?" Zayn asks quietly.

"Of course." Harry smiles brightly.

They go into many stores. Harry is constantly thrusting clothes into Zayn's arms. He agrees to buy one outfit, but Harry has to keep it at his place. Harry is just happy Zayn is coming out of his shell.

They buy somewhat matching outfits. Harry with a pink skirt and black sweater, Zayn with the opposite. They share a change room to try the outfit on.

"Damn we look hot!" Harry said taking a picture of them in the mirror.

"Who are you sending that too?" Zayn asked worriedly.

"Niall?" Harry asks "He would probably love it." Zayn blushes at the thought.

"Yeah, you can send it."

They leave the mall. He leaves figuring Zayn has had a taxing enough day, exploring his feminine side. Harry loves it honestly. He wished he had some sort of guide to push him along the gender bending world. He was determined to be there for Zayn.

"Niall responded." Harry says, opening his messages.

"What did he say?" Zayn asks biting his lip, nervous.

"He said: Fuck me. Is that my baby boy dressed all pretty?" Harry types a response.

"Wait what are you typing?" Zayn laughs, trying to peak over at Harry's phone. Looking over at Zayn, Harry realizes how different this Zayn is from the Zayn he met the morning after the first party.

This was a boy Harry wanted to be lifelong friends with. The sweet blushing Zayn sitting next to him was what he saw as the true Zayn. He tells the boy as much.

"Harry, this is all great, but I have to.. I can't be." His tone is sad. So, Harry changes the subject, even though he doesn't want to. He begins reading his and Niall's texting thread aloud.

Niall: Fuck me.

Niall: Is that my baby boy dressed all pretty?

Harry: Yes. I shouldn't tell you this but that outfit was definitely bought ;).

"I can't believe you."

"Shut up."

Niall: Yes! Come over me and Liam want to see irl

Harry: Liam and I*

"Nope. No way."

"Come on."

Niall: Shut up! You're on your way right?

Harry: Nahhh. Zaynie is embarrassed. Maybe another slumber party could cure his shyness.

"He replied with heart eyes." Harry laughs.

"We are not having a slumber party" Zayn complains. Harry winks.