Idiotic Mistakes (Zarry Mpreg)

Idiotic is what it is...

The sun was bright, almost too bright .. Harry could feel it burning it's way past his eyelids. The blinding headache building up as he tried to screw his eyes tighter together.

Why?! Why had he allowed his friends to convince him into drinking on a school night?! He was supposed to be a changed man, no more slacking and waisting away his future! Yet here he was two days in and he had already fucked it...

He groaned , attempting to roll over onto his front when he suddenly felt the unmistakable weight of another being on his left arm.

That's when he realised he was cuddled up against something that wasn't just his pillow. He took in a deep breath through his nose... maybe it wasn't as bad as it seemed.

Taking the next step he finally decided that opening his eyes was vital, how else would he know who was in his bed.

Hissing slightly as the piercing pain that exploded In his head the second he opened his eyes took over. Eventually he managed to focus enough to allow his eyes to look at the figure currently snuggled against him. To say he was shocked would be an understatement...

Zayn!

The Zayn Malik.. was lying in his bed. Not only was he lying in his bed, he was lying in his bed naked!

"Oh shit." He whispered.

How the fuck had this happened?! He and Zayn barely even speak! He's never even looked at Zayn in a sexual way! At least not until yesterday... god was it really that hard for him to keep it in his pants?! This was going to make things awkward as shit for them in school!

"Zayn.." He spoke gently, shaking the younger boys shoulder.
"Come on , we need to get up."

Zayn whined cutely, shoving him away and pulling the duvet over his face as he mumbled into the pillow.
"G'way"

"I kind of can't mate, you're laying on my arm." Harry stated awkwardly.

"W-what?" Zayn muttered in confusion, peaking out from the covers.

"My arm, you're laying on it." Harry told him smiling cheekily.

Zayn froze, taking in the sight before him. There was Harry, hair all a mess , naked in all his glory, looking slightly rough from the after affects of the alcohol... but perfect never the less.

And there he was, naked , with a killer headache and an arse that was on fire. It didn't take a genius to put two and two together. He and Harry Styles had fucked .. or Harry Styles had fucked him by the feels of it.

"Fuck!" Zayn uttered in shock, blushing a deep shade of red as he slowly sat up.

"I-I-shit how did this happen?" He asked the older lad in confusion.

"Erm, one too many shots?" Harry offered as an answer.

"Yeah and a whole lot of mixed emotions..." Zayn stated rubbing his head.

Harry only chuckled, searching his room will sore eyes looking for his underwear. They had just over an hour to head into school.. a shower for both of them was most definitely needed.

"Do you want to shower first or?" Harry asked him.

"Yeah, but I'm going to have to-erm well I need underwear." Zayn said in embarrassment.

"Of course, hold on." Harry replied standing up , making sure to hold his goods as he rushed over to his drawers.

Zayn didn't know where to look, although he couldn't help but sneak a little glance ... damn Harry really was looking good. And from the pain in his arse, it seems that he fucks good too.