Always In My Heart (Sequel To Love Hurts)

Chapter 34

"Fuck off, Harry"

Zayn was busy texting on the phone to calm himself,.mostly. He'd been waiting for Harry ready to lay it on him for not sticking to his end of the bargain when it came to their chores. But Harry came back home drunk, feeling frisky, with a laughing Niall tagging along. As much he loves Niall, he's about ready to kick him where the sun don't shine for not being the sensible one of them two. Is he irritated? Yes. And the state those two idiots were in was really testing his patience. He'd just about tucked their kids in bed, way before their bedtime and if they thought about retaliating, the look on Zayn's face stopped them in their tracks. What he doesn't need after his worst day to date is a handsy drunk with a laughing side kick cheering him on.

"Zee.."

"Move. Away. From. Me" Zayn said not even looking at him. From where Harry was sitting, which was the floor, the fluorescent light reflected on Zayn's face from the phone made him look like an angel, even with a fiery look in his eyes. 

"Itsy bitsy spider.." Zayn counted from twenty backwards when Harry's fingers travelled up his leg. Fucking childish.

"Move. The fuck. Away." Zayn slapped the hand off his leg. Harry cried out in pain and crawled to Niall falling twice in the process,

"Ni, are you awake?" He asked shaking him,

"Nah.." Niall said half asleep on the couch.

"Zee is not talking to me.."

"Check if he's okay.."

"Okay.." Harry crawled back to Zayn a smile on his lips, "Zee, you okay? You look flushed.."

"You look like shit.."

"I'm drunk.."

"No shit" Zayn said mocking him, "you, drunk? I would have never guessed" he rolled his eyes. As if the smell of beer didn't fill the room, "move away Harry you stink.." Zayn moved away as well, when Harry hoisted himself from the floor sitting next to him..

"I miss you.."

"I don't.."

"Well I do.." Harry smiled sneaking his hand on Zayn's thigh again.

"Take you hand off me before I chop it off.." Zayn said slapping his hand.

"You're mean.."

"You know how long I've been waiting for you to come back home?"

"Oh, you do miss me.."

"Why didn't you answer your phone?"

"Didn't have it.."

"Where is it?" Zayn asked getting dangerously annoyed.

"Don't know.." Zayn was minutes from slapping him sober, but, deep breaths. He inhaled calling Harry's phone and listened..it buzzed on Harry's leg. Front pocket of his jeans to be precise.

"Oh, I remember now, I couldn't get it out..too tight.." his jeans were, and why Harry retorted back to wearing skinny jeans Zayn didn't know, never asked.

"You gotta be shitting me.." Zayn said before slapping the back of Harry's head as he struggled to get his phone out.. "ouch baby, that hurt.." 

Niall laughed uncontrollably, "I legit like how you fight..you're really crack me up. It's like I'm in a fucking concert. Tbere way you start slow and escalate with the greatest hits. Just epic..."

"Get out!" Zayn shouted at both when Harry joined in the laughter..

"What.." Harry asked mid laugh.