Touch (Z.S) (Rewriting)

Chapter 8.

When Harry wakes up, the first thing he does is go on panic mode. He squirms in Zayn's strong arms but when he realizes the door was locked, he calms down a bit. He lays in Zayn's arms, silent and calm. What time was it? The sun was shining through the window and you could hear birds singing. Harry sighs happily, his naked body pressed against Zayn's.

He was enjoying the moment he was having with Zayn until his phone went off. He grumpily reaches for it and presses the home button just so the sound would stop. He closes his eyes but the curious part of him kept wanting to check his phone. He finally gave in and reached for his phone again, seeing he had a message from Emily.

From Emily: Haaarrryyy!! I know you just got back from boys night but can we hang out today? pleaaaasee???

Guilt takes over Harry and he lets out a heavy sigh. Might as well so I could dump her... He just realized how hard that was going to actually be. What am I supposed to tell her when she asks why I'm dumping her? And I can't announce I'm with Zayn right away, I'm not that much of a prick! He groans, rubbing his head.

To Emily: Of course darling. What do you wanna do today?x

He slowly starts breaking free from Zayns strong grip, trying to be as careful as he could be. He didn't want to wake him up. A smell takes over his nose. Harry scrunches up his nose and he realizes that the room, Zayn, and him smelled like pure sex. That wasn't good. Well, he knows he really need to shower when he get home then. He pushes himself off of the bed, only to moan out in pain. He clasps a hand over his mouth, staying still. Zayn just groans and turns his body over. The limp was going to be a problem too. Maybe I should make up an excuse to not hang out? Or try to get her to do something like movies in bed?

He pulls on his boxers, jeans, and shirt. He grabs his backpack and start to take small steps towards the door. Yeah, that was less painful. God dammit it still hurt so much though. He pushes himself out the door. Now all he has to do is avoid Louis... and Niall, and Liam... He takes a deep breath and starts fast walking down the stairs and towards the door.

He successfully makes it and takes a deep breath, letting out a loud groan from the pain. He rubs his bum, trying to soothe it even though he knew that wouldn't ease the pain. A picture of Zayn's hot, sweaty body over his flashes through Harry's mind, making him blush. He attempts to shake it off but it stays. He takes the car keys out of his backpack and scoots towards the car, getting in and taking off as fast as he possibly could.

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Harry groans in pain, laying naked in bed and massaging his thighs. He checks his phone after his terrible attempt to ease the pain. A text from Emily. He felt disappointed yet relieved that he hasn't gotten any texts from Zayn. He unlocks his phone to see the message, only to get a huge rush of panic when he reads her suggestion.

From Emily: maybe hiking or a stroll around the park?

To Emily: Actually, I'm feeling a bit sore. I had a few drinks last night and I did stupid shit and now my body hurts. Come over and we can watch movies?

Nice save Harry. He smiles in relief, hoping she agrees.

From Emily: alright, I'll be there at 3 babe <3

He doesn't reply after that. Hopefully we could just watch a movie and the she's outta here. He needed to have a talk with Zayn too. This whole situation has him so confused. He lets everything sink in again. 

"I had sex with Zayn last night..." he mumbles quietly as if anyone is in the apartment

He felt paranoid now. He felt terrible. He's always been respectful towards women and here he is cheating on one. He groans, pulling a pillow over his face and screaming into it.