Touch (Z.S) (Rewriting)

Chapter 9.

Harry didn't see Zayn for a week straight after their last interaction. Well, he didn't talk to him at least. He saw him in a few of his classes obviously but he just couldn't gather up the courage to speak to him. He felt like it was best to avoid him for some reason. Zayn didn't seem to notice him or care anyways. Harry didn't know whether he should feel offended or relieved honestly. Why would he feel offended anyways? He should be glad... He was coming in between his relationship... Yeah and you let him.

He grabs his keys from his pocket, unlocking the front door of his apartment. He walks in, seeing that it was empty so once he closes the door, he starts stripping down to nothing. He lays on the couch and goes through his twitter account to see what's going on, hoping he'd find someone to hang out with. He sees Zayn has tweeted something about a song and how good it is a few minutes ago so he favorites it, face flushing for some reason. He wanted his attention so bad but he also wanted to avoid him as much as possible. Something is really wrong with me.

His stomach grumbles, causing him to look towards the kitchen, instantly spotting a bag of Lays on the counter, sitting there and teasing him. He reaches out for it as if his arm is going to stretch out long enough to grab the chips, grunting softly. After reaching out for a while, He just glares at it. Use the force... He groans tiredly and pouts, not wanting to make an effort to get the chips. He was so hungry though...

Just on time, Niall walked through the door. "Hey Harry" he says normally, dropping down his small binder full of papers on the coffee table. Before he takes a seat, I should probably ask if he could get the chips for me...

"Niall..." Harry starts, making sure he has his puppy dog face ready

 Niall raises an eyebrow, looking at him. "Would you get me the Lays in the kitchen please?" Harry smiles innocently, batting his eyelashes at him for an extra effect. Niall chuckles, heading over to the kitchen and grabbing the chips. Harry smiles excitedly and sits up. Niall tosses the bag to him and luckily, Harry catches it. Niall strips down from his clothes and sits on the couch with Harry, eating the chips as well.

They watch TV, making terrible jokes and eating for a while until Niall's phone rings. He groans and picks it up, answering without really checking who it was. 

"Hello?" he raises an eyebrow, impatiently waiting for an answer. "Ugh now?... but... fine, I'll tell Harry. What time?... alright, bye" He was speaking with Louis, Harry could tell it was him. Harry looks at Niall, waiting for him to tell him what's going on. Niall hangs up, rolling his eyes.

 "Louis wants us all to hang out again at the mall at 4:30..." he sighs, stuffing his mouth with chips again

They both let out loud groans but Harry ends up giggling. "That sounded sexual" He pokes at Niall's sides, causing Niall to squeal and cover himself up immediately. He was very ticklish and Harry loved tickling him. Harry holds his hands out again to show that he was going to tickle him again but Niall slapped his hands down. Harry pouts, reaching for another handful of chips. "You're no fun Niall!"

"I'm always fun!" he huffs, crossing his arms

Harry starts to laugh because when Niall acts childish, he looked so adorable. He reaches over and pushes up the corner of his lips. "Turn that frown upside down!" Harry coos, trying not to laugh at how funny Niall looks.

He rolls his eyes and punches Harry's stomach. Harry grunts, his body curling up at the impact. Niall bursts into a fit of giggles while Harry's there, groaning in pain. He lets his body roll off the couch and onto the floor while Niall just continues to laugh. 

"Aw come on Harry I didn't punch you that hard!" Niall grins innocently

"I hate you!" He pouts, laying face down on the floor with his hair all over the place. Niall fake gasps, pretending to sound hurt.