Change Your Ticket

Just say it, babe

Zayn's POV

As Harry is walking up to Niall, I can't think anything else but that he is perfect. He is exactly what I need right now. I don't know why I haven't thought about it like that from the beginning. His beautiful forest green eyes, looking all so innocent and hopeful. His muscular body mixed with his klutziness is absolutely endearing to me and let's not forget about his dimples or the way his cheeks blush every few minutes. He is really a savior. A savior for this stupid trip that I wish I could have cancelled. But no, Liam had to convince me to go.
And maybe, maybe temporarily, I might like it.

Currently, we are seated at a cozy and small restaurant which serves mostly Italian food rather than Frech food, but no one seems to mind that detail. Harry has taken the seat in front of me, probably not deliberately, but because Louis had kind of motioned for him to sit down. Nonetheless, I still have quirked an eyebrow at him, to which he responded by looking down at the table. What a filou!
Not concentrating on Harry anymore, I follow the dinner conversation which is mostly being held by Louis and Liam, since Niall seems to be focused on eating the bread. Harry is also gazing from Liam to Louis, then briefly at me, before averting his eyes back to Liam. It's funny to observe and I am surprisingly entertained. I have not expected this night to be turning out so well. And if alcohol would get involved, it might only get better.

"Harold", Niall says in between chewing his pizza, "may I have one of your pizza slices."
„Harold?", I mouth at Harry whose cheeks turn a bit pink once more.
„Sure", he shrugs, going back to ignoring me again, while Niall happily grabs a slice of Harry's plate. And for whatever reason, I am not even annoyed with Niall but rather amused.

Finally having paid, the five of us head for a good club, finding one almost immediately.

"Cheers, lads", Louis shouts over the loud music and we all drink up our shots. I don't intend to get drunk though, I just want to watch someone specific being drunk.
However, no one seems to have noticed that I stopped chugging down shots after the third round.
"Let's head for the dance floor", Liam screams and I roll my eyes at the fact that my best mate is already tipsy.
While the for lads are trying to dance along to the beat, I stay behind and sit down at the counter of the bar. Absentmindedly, I am sipping at my beer, watching the curly haired moving to the beat. Even though he is a bit clumsy, from what I can tell, he seems to be good at feeling the rhythm and moving his body along. Occasionally, he shakes his head, swinging back his longer curls or tugging his hair behind his earlobe, even though he knows very well that it won't stay there. Even from afar, I can see his eyes shining, oozing off happiness and excitement. Two things I could use right now. But because he has said he isn't interested, I need to get his attention some other way.
"Why is such a handsome man like you, sitting here all alone?", a woman's voice is suddenly close to my ear, her long hair falling on my shirt and tickling my arm.
"Wanna change that?", I flirt back, to what the brunette eagerly nods her head. Quickly, I lift her up onto my lap, making her let out a loud squeal, which I immediately shut up with a kiss. She responds quickly, whimpering into my mouth, while I enter hers with my tongue. I don't feel anything while kissing her, but that doesn't mean I don't like it. She tastes like alcohol and probably so do I. The perfume she is wearing is way too strong for my liking,  but I just focus on her plump lips molding together with mine.

"Ehmm", someone hems loudly, focusing on making the girl and I break apart.
"What?", I snap at the intruder only to be faced with a fuming curly haired.
"Hey Harry, how can I help you?", I smugly ask, while the brunette is still seated on my lap.
"I need to talk to you", he impatiently says, his eyes displaying anger.
"What is it?", I ask nonchalantly, turning back to the woman, whose name I still have to find out, and pressing a kiss onto her neck.
"In private", Harry now adds , forcing me up by my shirt and pulling at it.
"Sorry, babe. Gotta go", I say to the woman and push her off my lap, of course making sure that she isn't gonna just fall off.
As soon as Harry has pulled me behind him to the bathroom stalls, he locks us in one and because I am too damn mesmerized by the sudden change of his demeanor, I let him.
"You, asshole", he spits at me, "You are a complete douche! Why did you flirt with me earlier and then whore around right after?"
"Using curse words, now?" I smirk at him, which seems to infuriate him even further.
"I know that you are a player, but you could have just left me alone, you know!", he accuses me, his one hand pressing firmly against my chest, "you can kiss and fuck whomever you want. But maybe, maybe not after you flirt with me."
"You said you weren't interested, right", I retort, hiding another smirk.
"Ugh I can't with you. You are just too damn full of yourself. And just because you look like a god that doesn't give you the right to treat everyone like shit", he reproachfully continues. I know that he is overreacting. I also know that he is partially right. On top of that, I know that he would never say all of this to me if it wasn't for the alcohol. And I also know that  jealous Harry is turning me on. A lot.
"Just say it, babe", I mutter against his lips, "just say it out loud."
"I don't want to. You just had your tongue down another throat", he retorts, "besides, I won't have my first kiss in a dirty stall with a fuckboy who doesn't give a damn about me."
"Harreh", I sigh, but he is already unlocking the door.

And I have thought he is perfect. Maybe I should go find that brunette.

Q: Why do you think is Zayn being like that?