One Direction & ZAYN Dirty Imagines

Jerks - Ziall Threesome

Y/N's POV

"Harry please no," I shut my eyes as he pouts his lip.

"Please," he whines, burying his head into my neck. "I really want you to go."

"I don't even know your friends," I push him away playfully. "They suck."

He chuckles and runs his hand through his hair, giving me a smirk right after.

"You do realize that you insulted yourself," he laughs, leaning back into the couch.

"I don't count," I smirk. "I'm your best friend."

"You're right about that," he nods before turning into his pleading expression moments ago. "Please."

"Fine!" I groan loudly, giving in. "I'll come to your friends' party."

"Yay!" He cheers, hugging me tightly before letting go. "Be ready by eight."

"Why eight?" I furrow my eyebrows. "That's not even late though."

"I have to help set up," he groans before standing. "I'll come pick you up tomorrow."

"Okay," I smile, standing up before hugging Harry. When I pull away he says goodbye and walks out my flat, leaving me alone in my house.

Harry just persuaded me into going to a party. I don't know his friends and I'll probably won't know anyone there except him.

Well s.hit.

***

Right on the dot, Harry knocks on my door.

"It's open!" I shouts from my bedroom, taking in my attire for tonight.

It consisted of a fitted black dress that ended at the middle of my thighs, and to match, a pair of black pumps. The shoes made my legs look longer, and the dress made my figure skinnier, which was what I was going for in the first place.

Just as I'm about to leave, Harry walks in through my door and gasps.

"Looking for someone tonight?" He smirks, walking over to my dresser to retrieve my phone.

"No," I shrug.

"How long had it been since you got laid?" He asks, eying me up and down playfully.

"About a year," I chuckle. "Lets go, I'm in need of a drink."

After locking my house up, Harry seats me in the car and shuts the door for me. When Harry gets in, he starts the car and pulls out of my driveway.

While on the road, I stare at Harry, in hopes to make him uncomfortable. His eyes flicker to me before back on the road, thinking that it was all in his head. He repeats it a couple times before groaning.

"Stop staring at me," he mutters.

"I'm just bored Harry," I sigh.

"Okay, I'll just fill you in on my friends then." He shrugs.

"Alright," I laugh, leaning back into the seat.

"Four main guys that I hang out with: Liam, Louis, Niall, and Zayn. Liam and Louis I think you'll become friends with, because they're friendly and nice when you first meet them. Niall and Zayn in the other hand are sort of jerks," Harry shakes his head. "They're my friends and all, I like them, but they tend to be a bit cocky at some times when it comes to meeting a girl."

"So Zayn and Niall are jerks but you still hang out with them?" I furrow my eyes in confusion as I take in this new information.

"They're cool, and they are like my brothers," Harry defends slightly. "And when they do try to flirt with you, shut them down. I don't want you to take anyone home tonight." He says possessively. Laughing at his protection over me, I shake my head.