Two producers comes to Brown University to start a reality tv date show after the school won the raffle for the #SaveTheChildren Project in the start of the school year.
Zayn Malik has a crush on Harry Styles.
Harry has a crush on his best friend, N...
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Chapter 40: He Lost The Bet.
*Sunday Morning*
"Zayn." I heard a voice say next to me. I felt a hand run through my hair gently. "Zayn, come on. Wakey wakey." I groaned and moved my body to the other direction.
I heard a soft chuckle. "Come on baby. Wake up." I felt a kiss on the back of my neck.
I opened my eyes and rubbed them. "What time is it?" I asked with a yawn. I blinkled rapidly and scanned the room for Harry. My eyes narrowed when I noticed him laying next to me fully dressed with sweats and a white tee on.
"When did you get dressed?" I asked, remember him knocking out with me naked.
"It's seven in the morning." He kissed my cheek. "And around midnight I took a shower." He answered.
"How come you didn't wake me up?" I asked, lifting my upper body off his bed, resting on my elbows. I looked down and blushed when my dick was out. I pulled his covers up, covering myself.
Harry chuckled. "You were knocked out cold. You didn't even budge when I shook you. And why are you covering yourself? I already saw all of you last night."
"I was in the mood when you did so I didn't care. Now I'm up and sore."
He nodded. "Not to toot my own horn or anything. Actually, never mind...let me toot it, toot toot." He said, moving his arm up and down. "I must've done a great job for you to pass out and sleep this long." He smirked, nodding to himself in pride.
I shook my head feeling my cheeks burn. "You're so ugh-" I said, getting up. I stood next to his bed and covered myself. "I need a towel."
Harry laid on his bed with his arms folded behind his head. "Why? I'm enjoying this view."
I rolled my eyes. "Stop being creepy and give me a towel." I teased.
Harry laughed. "I'm surprised you have working legs right now. They were gone last night." He taunted.
I blushed and flipped him off. "Ha funny. And yesterday wasn't even a punishment." I said as he got up. "You were being all soft and stuff so ha." I teased back. Harry wasn't necessary being soft yesterday but he wasn't super aggressive either.
A part of me wanted to see what other toys and things he had in his suitcase. But the other part was scared a bit.
He walked to his dresser and threw a yellow towel at me. I thanked him before wrapping it around my waist.
Harry hummed. "I don't think I can go full on rough with you. Like...full on...full on." He said, pointing to the handle of his suitcase that was sticking out under his bed.
I turned to him with a yawn. "Why?"
He blushed. "I actually care if I hurt you, Zayn. So it's different."
