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Eight : Boundaries

Harry felt the warmth from the sunlight coming in from the large window softly hit his face as he opened his eyes. He felt really comfortable and closed his eyes as he snuggled into the covers. Until he heard someone in the kitchen.

"Hello?" Harry called out, he'd forgotten Zayn was over.

Zayn then entered the room with a tray of breakfast. "Good morning," He smiled. "D'you sleep alright?" He asked.

Harry was shocked, to say the least. Zayn's hair was messy and his voice was groggy, yet he was still beautiful in Harry's eyes. "Morning," Harry responded and that was enough to send Zayn flying, he'd never heard anything more melodious.

"Hopefully, you don't mind that I raided your kitchen and whipped something up. Figured it was the least I could do for yesterday." Zayn explained and handed Harry the tray. 

Harry remembered every event from yesterday night, the bloody nose, the endless dragging, the vile vomiting, and of course sleeping next to Zayn.

Harry still hadn't responded but just stared at Zayn. He was truly a sight for sore eyes. His dark hair was laying flatly on the man's head due to lack of product, but his eyes were as bright as ever and his smile never failed to make Harry blush.

"Thank you." Harry said and began eating. Zayn didn't know what to do while Harry ate, Zayn prided himself on knowing to take hints from people and Harry was giving 'I'm uncomfortable' vibes.

"So, I know it's weird that I called you. I'm sorry and it was completely unprofessional. So thank you for everything and I'll see you, next class." Zayn said collecting his items. Harry looked up at him confused.

"It's not weird if you don't make it weird, mate. I'm fine." Harry said nonchalantly while looking at his plate of eggs. He wanted Zayn to stay and keep him company.

Zayn turned around to see Harry eating his food, avoiding looking at Zayn. "Right. Alright well," Zayn said awkwardly. "Um, how's the breakfast?" Zayn asked. Harry shrugged.

"Edible." He mumbled. Zayn was taken aback and he scoffed before Harry lifted his head to show a bright smile. 

"I'm just messing with you! It's great, wanna taste?" He asked holding out his fork. Zayn got onto the bed and ate the bite off Harry's fork.

"Mm, it does taste good. Wow, I'm proud of myself." Zayn said and laid back on the bed.

"Zayn, I've been meaning to ask you. What exactly is your job? Like you get out really late and your boss seems intolerable. Plus, when I went to pick you up yesterday you were lying on the side of the street. Beat up." Harry said, concern enlaced in his voice.

Zayn looked at the man beside him and wondered if he should confide in Harry. He wasn't ashamed of his job, he just didn't know how Harry would react and he didn't want to repulse Harry. He knew his job wasn't the most traditional, therefore not the most accepted. Zayn felt like they were getting closer and he didn't want to ruin that.

"I, uh, actually don't want to talk about work. If you don't mind." Zayn answered sheepishly, failing to come up with another excuse. Harry nodded. 

"I can respect that. Can I ask what happened last night though? You seemed pretty injured, I actually contemplated taking you to the hospital." Harry chuckled.

"Oh, well. There's not much of a story there. I went to a party with a friend and I got a little too drunk. His father was saying some homophobic stuff because his son, my friend, is gay. One thing led to another and I ended up getting thrown onto the street." He laughed, while Harry stared at the boy in admiration.

"Are you involved, romantically, with your friend?" He asked. Zayn shook his head smiling at Harry's shyness. 

"No, he's just a good friend," Zayn said reassuringly.

"So how's your open-relationship going?" Harry asked referring to the first time they actually talked while putting the tray aside and getting comfortable on the bed.

"Oh, that's over. Ended a few weeks ago. I don't think they understood exactly what open in open-relationship means. They weren't keen on sharing." Zayn laughed almost forgetting about that lie.

Harry nodded. "If I was with him, I wouldn't want to share either," he thought. 

"Well, that didn't last long did it?" Harry said jokingly and Zayn hit him.

"It's been almost three months, jackass." Zayn retaliated. "What about you, Mr. Styles? Anyone been tickling your peaches if you catch my drift?" Zayn said poking Harry's arm. Harry immediately let out a loud laugh, covering his mouth and began blushing.

"Oh, my god. You aren't straight are you?" Zayn quickly asked.

Harry shook his head. "No, I'm not but that's such a weird phrase," Harry said. "But to answer your question, there's been no one permanent. So, no Zayn. No one has been tickling my peaches." Harry smiled down at Zayn who just giggled.

"Can I call you Harry?" Zayn asked looking at Harry. 

"You made me breakfast, you're wearing my clothes, and you're laying in my bed. Any sense of professionalism has been shattered so yes, you can call me Harry." He said nodding and looked at Zayn who was simply smiling at the ceiling. The sun was hitting his left profile making him glow and Harry wished he could take a picture.

A mental photograph would have to do for now.

"I don't know if you remember this, but last night Harry," Zayn said looking up to see Harry smiling. The name flowed perfectly from the young man's lips. "You hugged me and called me Lou."

 Harry instantly tensed up and his eyebrows knitted in confusion. Everything Zayn was saying became noise while Harry was lost in his thoughts.

How could I be so careless? I hugged him, I freaking hugged one of my students. What if he told a friend and the admin found out? Would he tell?

Zayn didn't know if he should've told Harry about the hug or Lou and Harry's reaction confirmed he should've kept quiet.

"Harry?" Zayn called out and snapped Harry out from his thoughts.

"Oh, yeah. Sorry for hugging you, I usually just end up hugging my, uh, pillow. I need to use the restroom." Harry said and quickly left the bed.

He stared into the mirror. 

Have you forgotten about Louis? Your husband! 

He's dead. 

Harry had been in physical relationships with other people but he'd never entertained the idea of an actual relationship. That intimacy he shared with Louis was never shared with anyone else. Well, not until last night. 

Harry brushed his teeth and washed his face before waking out to an empty room.

Fuck.

"Zayn?" Harry called out and searched his apartment but there was no sign of Zayn.

He went back into his room and laid in bed before he looked at the nightstand and saw a sticky note that read:

"Sorry if I pushed any boundaries, I can tell I did and I'm sorry. Thanks for last night, Harry. Again, I'm sorry. x, Zayn"

Great job, Harry.

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