Harry threw himself onto his mattress that was missing its sheets. He was too exhausted and couldn't bring himself to search for them in all the boxes cluttering his bedroom floor. He looked around his new bedroom to take it all in. It really happened. He had moved away from his friends, the school he actually didn't mind going to, and the house he had spent most of his life in. He felt tears stinging at his eyes as he thought about all the great memories he and his mum had created in that old house. He tightly closed his eyes to push back the tears, but it was no use. A few tears streaked down his cheeks and his nose began to sniffle. Then he heard a knock at his door.
"Harry?" His mother Anne quietly opened the door and stuck her head inside his room.
"What do you w-want?" Harry sat up quickly and rubbed his sleeve over his face in an attempt to hide the fact that he was crying. However, his mum quickly noticed and rushed over to her son's side and brought him closer to lay his head on her shoulder.
"Oh, my poor baby, what's wrong?" She cooed into his soft brown curls and rubbed small circles into his back.
Harry couldn't help it. He was already feeling exposed to his mum seeing him crying and now her kind gestures showed him that she would support him. He began sobbing into her shoulder, his shoulders shaking with his sobs.
"I-I just…di-didn't want to- to leave, Mum…" Harry stuttered through his crying and wrapped his arms around his mum's waist, burying his face into her soft cardigan.
Anne began feeling her own eyes begin to fill with tears as she witnessed her son break down in front of her. She continued to rub circles in his back with one hand while the other reached up to caress the back of his head.
"Shhh… I know, baby. But it couldn't be avoided. You know I wouldn't have put you through this if it weren't for my job transfer." She kissed the top of Harry's head and smoothed down his curls. "Being a single parent, I need all the income I can get and this opportunity was something I needed to do, for both of us."
"I know…" Harry sniffled and discretely wiped his running nose against his mum's sweater. "It's j-just…I left everything behind." Harry breathed shakily as he felt his sobs dying down. "I don't have any friends here, and I won't know an-anyone at sch-school."
Anne sat quietly for a moment, just trying to comfort her son and felt relieved that he was no longer sobbing. Then it hit her.
"Harry, didn't you say a while back that one of your friends moved out here?" She furrowed her brows together as she tried to remember the boy's name. "Zen? His name was Zen or something like that."
Harry sat up quickly with a smile plastered to his face.
"Zayn, Mum. His name is Zayn." Harry rolled his eyes jokingly and looked down to his lap.
How did I forget about Zayn? He's been one of my best mates since for as long as I can remember. But then…
Harry's smile quickly fell and he twiddled his thumbs. Anne took notice of his change in mood.
"Harry, what's wrong now?" She moved her hand to his back and began rubbing more circles.
"It's just that…when Zayn moved, we had tried to keep up our friendship by meeting each other on weekends and stuff but then…it all stopped." Harry shrugged his shoulders like it was no big deal. "He met new friends and sort of forgot about me, Niall, and Liam. I haven't spoken to him in months."
"Well," Anne started as she removed her hand from Harry's back and stood up from the bed. "You two were always inseparable. I'm sure your friendship will fall right back into place once you two catch up." Anne smiled down at her son who looked up at her with a glint of hope in his eyes.
"You really think so?" Harry asked, almost whispering.
"No, I don't think so." Anne watched as her son's face contorted in confusion. "I know so." Anne smiled warmly.
"Mum," Harry rolled his eyes again but couldn't help smiling slightly. "That was so lame."
"Harry, I'm beginning to think you don't like my jokes." Anne crossed her arms. "Is this why you never want me talking to your friends when they're over?" She asked with a joking tone in her voice.
"Yes, Mum. That's precisely it!" Harry exclaimed and threw himself backwards on to his bed. He could hear his mum chuckling slightly to herself.
"Alright, dear." Anne said while patting Harry's knee before she turned to walk out of his room. "Oh, and Harry, don't forget to call Zayn."
Harry lifted his head from his mattress and looked over at his bedroom door that was already closed.
Call? Why would I do that when texting is so much easier and a lot less awkward?
Harry rested his head back down and patted his jean's pockets to locate his phone. He raised his hips off the bed and shoved his hand into his too-tight pocket that contained his phone. He held the phone above his face and noticed he had messages from Niall and Liam. Harry closed his eyes and sighed deeply. He opened his eyes again and unlocked his phone. After opening his messages, he chose Liam's first.
Hey mate just wanted 2 know how ur new house is and how ur doing. Miss u man idk why u had to leave me here with Niall. He hasn't stopped complaining ever since you left. Hope ur having fun.
Harry found himself smiling as he read Liam's message but he also felt the burning of tears back in his eyes. He breathed in deeply and began to type out a reply.
I miss u too Li. New house is pretty cool, but nothin like my old one. Maybe you and Ni can come over soon, have a sleepover before school starts. Tell Ni to stop acting like a cunt.
Harry laughed to himself as he hit send. He went back to his inbox and opened Niall's messages. He was surprised when he found more than one waiting to be opened. He decided to start from the beginning.
HARRRYYY WHYY
Harry shook his head and continued on to the next.
I MISS U HARRY COME BACK
Harry smiled.
LIAM'S A REAL SHIT FRIEND COMPARE HAVEN'T NOTICED TILL NOW FUCK WUT AM I GON DO
Harry laughed loudly at how badly Niall was taking his move. He always knew Niall got attached to people easily, but he didn't think it would happen to him.
THIS IS ALL A JOKE RIGHT U'LL B BACK TMRRW AND WE'LL ALL LAUGH IT OFF THAT BETTER FUCKING HAPPEN HARRY OR I SWEAR T GOD I'LL COME KIDNAP U AND BRING U BACK HERE MYSELF AND KEEP YOU TRAPPED IN MY HOUSE HARRY
Wow, Niall really needs some help. Luckily he doesn't know my new address…
Hey mate sry bout tht, got a lil carried away. I jus miss u so much harry, I dunno wut im gon do srsly. Pls come back and we can make liam move, deal? I love u harry
Harry smiled at Niall's message and quickly began typing a reply.
Ni u honestly had me worried for a sec, I though I'd have to call the cops. But I miss u too mate, really do. Wish I could come back like nothing happened, but I cant. Sorry. U and Liam can come over whenever u want to. Love u too pal.
Harry sighed again and just stared blankly at his phone for a while, his fingers playing with the rubber case causing it to make a loud snapping noise. He pulled himself out of his trance and went back to his messages. He began scrolling down to find Zayn's name. He hadn't really realized how long it had been since they had texted. Their last text being from early January and now it being mid July. He silently cursed himself for being such a lousy friend. He clicked on Zayn's messages and read the last text he had gotten from him.
Sorry Harry, some new plans came up, maybe we can get together next weekend.
Harry quickly scrolled up, looking over their previous texts. All of Zayn's looking very similar to the last one. Maybe it wasn't Harry who was the lousy friend.
Harry rolled his eyes and began chewing on his bottom lip as his fingers hovered over his phone, waiting to think up something good to text.
Hey Zayn, long time no see
Harry rolled his eyes again and started the text over.
Hey Zayn how r u? It's been a while since we last hung out…few months actually. Hope ur doing well. We should get together soon to catch up, u'd never guess where I'm living now :)
Harry quickly pressed send before he could change his mind and delete the text. He decided to check his Facebook and Twitter and reply to the new messages Liam and Niall had sent him while he waited for a message from Zayn. He reluctantly started reading a long rant someone had posted on Twitter about how Justin Bieber treats his fans, telling himself he was just really bored with nothing better to do.
As he got into really reading the rant, his phone buzzed in his hand, startling him and causing his hand to release the grip it had on his phone. His phone clunked onto his forehead with a loud thump. He murmured curse words to himself and rubbed his forehead while picking up his phone. Zayn had replied.
HARRY! It's been TOO long man. Missed u loads, dunno why I never texted u, sry about tht. I'd love to hang out, just lemme know when and such. Living now? I take it u moved. Where to?
Harry caught himself with a huge grin on his face as he read and reread Zayn's message. He was about to tell Zayn where he was living until he got a better idea.
R u busy right now actually?
Harry closed his eyes and silently prayed that Zayn wouldn't stand him up like last time…and the time before that…and the time before that…and the ti-… Well you get the point. He had always liked Zayn, a lot, and he always thought it was normal until he started getting weird feelings in his stomach when he was around the dark-haired boy. He soon understood what those feelings meant, and it didn't take him long to admit to himself that he was actually gay. It wasn't really a shock to him as he had always noticed he never felt attracted to girls, no matter how beautiful they were. He always thought Zayn was more beautiful than any of the girls at his school. But he never told Zayn that, of course.
Harry was pulled from his thoughts as his phone buzzed again.
I'm not doin anythin. Jus hanging out at home. Why? Wanna meet up now or somethin
Harry grinned to himself and quickly typed out his address and sent it to Zayn, hoping he wouldn't get confused as to why Harry had sent him a random address.
Harry sat in silence for several minutes without a text from Zayn which he took to mean that Zayn may already be on his way over. He shot up out of his bed and removed his sweaty clothes that he wore during his move. He figured he didn't have enough time to shower and instead just put on some clean clothes with extra cologne and deodorant.
Harry was sat on the couch downstairs in what would soon be their living room once all of the boxes were unpacked and everything put into place. He continuously flipped his phone over in his palm as he waited to hear the doorbell ring. He felt his palms getting sweaty as time passed on. He wasn't exactly sure why he was getting nervous, well obviously he had a crush on Zayn, but he knew it would never go anywhere since Zayn was straight. However he still couldn't help getting nervous when he was around the handsome boy.
Harry stopped flipping his phone over when it buzzed against his palm. He unlocked his phone and saw a message from Zayn, his heart unconsciously fluttering.
On my way over now, had to make a quick stop somewhere. Be there soon
Harry's knee began to bob up and down as he felt his nerves grow in the pit of his stomach.
Great, see u soon
He pressed send and tossed his phone on to the couch next to him. He cracked his knuckles out of habit and bit his bottom lip. He found himself deep in thought until he heard the loud doorbell interrupting his thoughts. He stood up quickly from the couch and shakily made his way to the front door. He opened the door and felt his breath hitch in his throat as he took in the appearance of the boy – or young man – standing on his front porch. Zayn had obviously matured since the last time Harry had seen him. His hair was now piled high atop his head with a bold streak of blonde running through the high quiff. His face was more defined now with harsh angles outlining his cheekbones and jawline. Zayn also had slight facial hair growing along the lower-half of his face, causing his cheekbones to be even more prominent. Harry wasn't exactly sure how he had managed to not snog the boy's face off right then and there.
"Harry!" Zayn exclaimed and jumped onto the younger boy, wrapping his arms tightly around his waist and tucking his face into Harry's neck. "I've missed you so much, mate."
Harry was frozen. He couldn't believe Zayn was being so affectionate. He quickly pushed the thought to the back of his mind and wrapped his own arms tightly around Zayn's neck and pushed his face against the boy's shoulder.
"I've missed you, too." Harry breathed in deeply, taking in the moment. He could smell the musky smell of Zayn's cologne mixed with a soft hint of cigarettes. He almost passed out just from smelling him.
He had to hold back the whine that wanted to escape his throat as Zayn began to pull out of the hug. Zayn stood up straight with a huge grin on his face and placed his hands on Harry's shoulders, taking in his appearance.
"You still look the same as I last saw you," Zayn commented and Harry felt a bit upset seeing as how Zayn had obviously become a million times more handsome. "Beautiful as always." Zayn finished his thought and Harry almost peed his pants.
Beautiful? Did Zayn just call me beautiful? Wait, guys aren't supposed to be beautiful, they're supposed to be handsome.
"Oh shut it, will you," Harry pushed Zayn away with a smirk on his face.
"I'm serious!" Zayn shouted, replacing his hands on Harry's shoulders and pulling him closer. "You're a beautiful guy, mate. With your luscious brown curls; piercing, green eyes; big, pouty lips…" Zayn trailed off and lightly rubbed his thumb against Harry's lower lip. Harry didn't know what to do.
"Um… What're you doin', Zayn?" Harry almost whispered, staring up at Zayn who had his eyes fixed on Harry's mouth. Harry's words got to Zayn and he looked up to Harry's eyes looking at him full of confusion.
"I'm just messing with you, Harry!" Zayn punched Harry's shoulder, causing Harry to stumble backwards further into the house. Zayn followed him and closed the front door behind him.
"Oh…" Harry mumbled feeling his cheeks blush as he stared at the floor. "Good one, mate."
"So, anyways," Zayn cleared his throat looking around the house. "Whose house you staying in?"
"Um, this is my new house, actually." Harry looked up to see Zayn stop looking around and look right at him.
"Are you fucking with me?" Zayn asked with his eyebrows pulled together.
I wish…
"No, really…I just got fully moved in here today. Hence why there's still boxes of rubbish we still have to unpack." Harry internally groaned at all the work he still has to get done.
"That's amazing! You know, my house is only a few streets over, we can hang out all the time now! Just like old times." Zayn's signature grin returned to his face as he continued to venture around Harry's house, ending up in the kitchen and taking a bottle of water from the fridge.
Harry watched Zayn's movements and couldn't help checking him out when he wasn't looking. His eyes snapped up to the cabinets when Zayn turned around to look at him.
"So…" Harry coughed nervously, "What have you been up to? Anything exciting?" He looked over to Zayn who was chugging down the water with his head tilted backward and his neck on full display to Harry. Harry gripped the edge of the counter next to him tightly as he watched Zayn's Adam's apple bob up and down. Zayn finished drinking with a loud sigh and tossed the empty bottle into the bin.
"Nothing much really," Zayn shrugged, "Just the usually parties, nights at the clubs, hanging with friends."
"Clubs?" Harry questioned with his brows knitted together. "How do you – you're underage." He shook his head slightly.
"Underage!" Zayn laughed loudly and shook his head. "That's why I got this…" Zayn dug his hand into one of the back pockets on his jeans and pulled out his wallet. Quickly sorting through it and pulling out a small card to hand to Harry. Harry took the card and gasped.
"A fake ID?" Harry tutted and handed Zayn back the small card. "Since when did you turn into such a bad boy, Zayn Malik?" Harry laughed and ran a hand through his curls, pushing them to the side out of his face.
"There's a lot of things that have changed about me, Styles, and you'll just have to wait to find out the rest of them." Zayn smiled and winked at Harry. Harry felt his heart and breathing stop for a second as he continued to stare at Zayn.
"But," Zayn spoke up, pulling Harry out of his stare mode. "There's something else I wanted to show you." Zayn started sorting through his wallet again and pulled out another small card, similar to the first one and handed it over to Harry before closing his wallet and putting in back into his pocket.
"What!? You got me a fake ID!?" Harry shouted and stared at the older boy.
"Yes, now will you shut up!" Zayn hissed and punched Harry's arm. "Your mum is here isn't she? She doesn't need to know about this." Zayn gave Harry a stern look causing Harry to nod his head quickly and shove the fake ID into his pocket.
"Thanks, Zayn." Harry smiled and punched Zayn's shoulder harder than he had punched him. Zayn stumbled backward, clutching at his shoulder pretending to be hurt. Harry giggled and fixed his hair again.
"Harry what wa – oh." Harry's mum appeared in the doorway of the kitchen and now had a huge smile on her face. "Zayn! It's s nice to see you again! It's been so long, dear." Anne quickly moved across the kitchen floor and pulled Zayn into a comforting hug. Zayn hummed and smiled into the motherly embrace.
"It's nice to see you again Mrs. Styles." Zayn grinned at her as they both pulled themselves from the hug.
"Just call me Anne, dear." Anne patted his shoulder and turned to Harry who was staring at Zayn. "Honey, are you two planning on doing anything tonight?" Harry pulled his eyes off of Zayn and looked over to his mum.
"Errm I dunno. Hadn't discussed it really…" Harry trailed off as his eyes moved over to Zayn who was now standing behind his mum mouthing the word "club" to him and began doing some weird dance which required way too much hip thrusting. He looked back to his mum who had spoken something to him while he wasn't paying attention. "Actually, I think we'll go out, get some food, see a movie or something." Harry told his mum and began moving out of the kitchen.
"Alright, Harry. Just make sure you two don't do anything stupid!" She shouted to the boys as they walked out of the front door, laughing loudly as soon as the door snapped shut behind them.
Zayn pushed Harry further into the club before grabbing him by the shoulders and spinning him around to face him.
"Harry! What's wrong with you?" Zayn shouted at Harry, causing the younger boy to cringe backward. "When you're getting into a club, you can't stare at security like you're a deer caught in headlights! They nearly caught us mate!"
"S-sorry, it won't happen again, I promise." Harry stuttered before straightening up and fixing his hair.
"Damn right it won't." Zayn snapped which caused Harry to just stare at him. Zayn sighed. "Sorry, mate. Just a bit tense lately. Let's get some drinks, shall we?"
Harry nodded once before turning to follow Zayn into the mass of people, the music getting louder and louder the closer they got to the bar. Harry gripped the back of Zayn's jacket to stay close to him as people attempted to grab at Harry with their clammy hands when they passed through a group of people dancing rather crudely on the dance floor.
When they finally reached the bar, Zayn signaled something to the bartender and he began making their drinks. Harry wasn't sure what the hand signs meant, but he didn't feel like having to yell above the music in order to find out.
Their drinks arrived quickly and they began sipping at them. Harry's face scrunched up at the bitter taste and hissed as the burning liquid passed down his throat. He saw Zayn chuckle next to him as he leaned in and pressed his lips to Harry's ear. Harry felt a chill go down his spine.
"You not used to drinking like this?" Zayn asked against Harry's ear and backed away to look at Harry. Harry just shook his head and took another drink.
They sat in silence, well besides the heart-pounding music vibrating around them, and Harry was thankful that their friendship was still normal so it wasn't very awkward. Harry glanced around the club as he continued to sip at his drink and watch people dance and sway to the music. He suddenly felt a pair of lips attach themselves to his ear again and prayed to God that they belonged to Zayn. He was relieved when the familiar deep voice vibrated into his ear.
"How are Liam and Niall?" Zayn asked and leaned away, now taking full mouthfuls of his drink.
Harry began speaking but looked up to see Zayn smiling at him with a hand cupped around his ear mouthing the words "can't hear you" to Harry. Harry blushed slightly and leaned over so his lips were barely grazing the skin of Zayn's ear.
"They're fine, just miss me a lot. Want me to go back home to them." Harry smiled at the thought of his two best friends and pulled away from Zayn. He saw Zayn smile mischievously before leaning in to his ear again.
"That's too bad. You're all mine now." Zayn's voice was a faint whisper that Harry could barely heard despite his lips being pressed to his ear. Zayn's breath ghosted over Harry's flesh as he pulled away and Harry took a huge mouthful of his drink.
Harry felt like they were sitting at the bar for hours, and they probably had. They finished drink after drink and Harry now felt the effects of the alcohol beginning to take over his body. His limbs felt heavy, but also very light at the same time. His head felt airy and he really wished someone would stop spinning the room around.
He finished the last bit of the rum in his glass and set it down on the counter rather clumsily. He looked around to see that there were less people now crowding the dance floor. He looked over to Zayn to find him already staring at him with a smirk on his face.
Zayn mouthed the words "let's dance" to Harry who just rolled his eyes and mouthed back "neither of us can dance". Zayn feigned offence to Harry's words before he began dancing in his barstool. He began moving his arms in the air around him like he knew what he was doing before he starting moving his hips, and that's what caught Harry's eye. Harry glanced down to Zayn's hips as they swiveled and moved around on the small stool. No matter how awkward it looked, Harry was in a trance.
As Harry continued to observe the personal show Zayn was giving him, he felt someone tugging on the sleeve of his shirt. He looked up to see Zayn eyeing him with a small smirk and pulling Harry over to get closer to him. Harry stood from his stool slowly so he wouldn't get dizzier than he already was and he casually walked his way over to Zayn who was still working magic with his hips along to the beat of the music. As Harry got closer to Zayn, the smirk on Zayn's face slowly grew into a small grin. He pulled Harry closer until his knees were poking to get between Harry's legs. Harry looked down suddenly and realized what Zayn wanted him to do.
Harry gulped loudly and pushed his curls out of his face. He slowly spread his legs apart so Zayn's legs could slide between them and he pulled Harry even closer causing Harry to slide completely up Zayn's thighs with the tips of his feet barely touching the floor. He now sat in Zayn's lap and his legs straddling Zayn's thighs. He'd be lying if he said he didn't like it, but it was just weird.
Harry slowly placed his hands on Zayn's shoulders to find support and Zayn just continued to smile at him. Harry looked down to Zayn's face and couldn't help but smile back at him.
"Hey," Harry said slowly as Zayn's hands moved to grip the sides of Harry's thighs firmly.
Zayn didn't respond, however, he began moving his hips again, causing Harry to gasp. Harry clutched onto Zayn's shoulders tighter.
"Z-Zayn, what – what are you doing…" Harry stammered with his eyes closed tightly.
"Shhh…" Zayn cooed softly. "Look at me, Harry."
Harry slowly opened his eyes and look down at Zayn as his hips continued to move underneath him. Zayn stretched his torso upward to press his lips against Harry's ear.
"I…I want you to kiss me." Zayn asked in a whisper and released hot breath onto Harry's neck as he pulled away to look up at Harry who was staring at him wide-eyed.
"Are – Are you su-sure?" Harry asked softly as he looked for any signs of regret in Zayn's eyes. He couldn't find any. Zayn moved quickly to speak into Harry's ear again.
"Yes, I'm fucking sure. I've wanted you to kiss me since I got to your house and I saw how beautiful you looked." Zayn softly bit down onto Harry's earlobe before he pulled away, causing Harry to shiver.
Harry sat back slightly to look at Zayn. He removed a shaky hand from Zayn's shoulder and placed it under the older boy's chin. He inched closer to Zayn, still looking into his eyes and waiting for him to tell him to stop. Harry again gulped loudly as he got closer to Zayn's face and could feel his hot breath ghosting over his face. Zayn closed his eyes gently in anticipation and licked his lips slowly. Harry watched as Zayn's tongue moved smoothly over his lips. He couldn't take the wait any longer. He gripped Zayn's chin tightly and firmly pressed their lips together, causing the older boy to move his hips at a faster pace beneath them.
