As Zayn dragged a sniffling Harry off to a back room, he was furious with the curly-haired boy.
How could he say that? Zayn thought to himself.
He was so worked up that when they reached one of the small back rooms he had been looking for, he stopped before entering.
" Harold." He said sternly to the trembling lad. " I want you in the corner, bare, before I get in there. Now go!" and he shoved a now-blubbering Harry through the door and shut it firmly behind him.
Zayn paced outside the small room until he had calmed himself down.
He just could not understand Harry's sudden attitude about the whole thing, nor why he had called the song that Liam and Louis had worked so hard on, stupid.
And the reason he had done it now?
Zayn was sure it was to try to avoid a spanking for his behavior.
Taking a deep breath, he opened the door and walked in.
Harry had taken off his jeans and boxers as Zayn had asked, and had his forehead leaned against the wall in the corner, eyes closed, small whimpers and whines escaping from his mouth.
Zayn walked over and sat down on a chair.
" Come here, Harry." He said sternly.
Harry slowly turned from the wall and trudged over, whimpering and wiping his tears from his eyes as he did so.
" Over my lap Harry." Zayn told him, and helped position him on his lap.
Harry gripped Zayn's leg and whimpered as Zayn rested his hand on his bare bottom, then raised it high and smacked it down hard.
" O-ow!" Harry whimpered, as Zayn kept spanking him.
It worried Harry that Zayn was not spanking him as quickly as he usually did; that could only mean he was in for a long, hard spanking.
And hard and long it was going to be, as Zayn had planned on a ten minute spanking for his naughty friend.
Zayn scolded Harry as he spanked him.
Smack! " How could you" Smack! " Say something like that" Smack! " In front of Louis" Smack! " And Liam?" Smack!
Harry was silent, biting his lip, trying not to cry anymore.
Zayn kept up.
Smack! " I want a full" Smack! " Explanation" Smack! " Of why you did this" Smack! " Harold Edward "Smack! Smack! " STYLES!" Smack! Smack! Smack!
Harry still did not respond, and Zayn spanked him in silence for nearly two minutes.
Harry was having a harder and harder time remaining silent, and a few tears had traced their way down his face by now.
Zayn was flicking his hand as he spanked all over Harry's now-red bum and thighs.
He did it random, so Harry would never know where they landed, but when nearly three minutes were up, Zayn shifted his knees so he could better reach Harry's sit spots.
That's when Harry started begging.
Smack! " O-OOWW!" Smack! Smack! Smack! " So now you'll talk?" Smack! Smack!
" S-STOP!" Smack! Smack! Smack!
" PLLLEEEAAASE ZAAAYYYNNN!
Zayn remained silent and kept spanking, ignoring Harry's increasing pleas and cries.
" Will you now tell me why you did it?" Zayn asked calmly as Harry began to sob uncontrollably.
Harry blubbered out something, and Zayn smacked extra hard on his sit spots, producing a scream from the punished boy over his lap.
" I did not understand you. " Zayn said calmly, continuing spanking him.
Harry bawled and bawled, not even trying to speak again, but when six minutes hit, Zayn spread Harry's legs and started on the inside of his thighs as well.
Harry let out another scream, and hollered, " A-ALL R-IIG—GHHTT! I-I-I-LL TT-ELL Y-Y-YOU! J-JUSSTT S-S-STTOOOPPPP!"
" Not a chance, buddy." Zayn said softly.
Harry then started in kicking and thrashing, screaming out apologies, reaching back multiple times, earning himself slapped hands and another minute of spanks.
Zayn spanked even harder now, until Harry went limp at eight minutes, and stayed that way, bawling his eyes out the next two minutes of his spanking.
The last minute Zayn told him that he would not stop until Harry had told him why, so the wailing boy cried out why he had done it.
It turns out he always hated his lines, but he knew if he said something mean like that, he would be spanked for it, so he bided his time until he was sure he could get away with it.
Zayn told him that that never works as he finished, and then, with a final work-over of his whole rear, stopped.
He hoisted the hysterically sobbing Harry into his lap for a minute, kissing his tear streaked face, stroking his damp sweaty curls, and rubbing his back, then sent him to the corner.
" No rubbing." Zayn warned him, but Harry tried it anyway, getting 15 more smacks to his bum before he pulled his hands away and bawled into the corner.
Zayn shook out his aching arms and watched sadly as Harry clawed at the wall, banging his forehead into the corner and shifting from foot to foot as he cried his eyes out, choking and hardly being able to breath.
Zayn winced as he watched, but he had to get the feeling back into his arms before he comforted him.
Spanking was hard work sometimes, and Zayn's hand and arms were sore.
After a minute, Zayn called Harry over to him and caught him in his arms as the sobbing boy fell into them.
Zayn whispered comforting things to him and hummed as he rocked him and rubbed his back, mentally calculating how long he had to calm him down.
He had asked for 20 minutes, and it had taken him 3 just to get in the room and Harry over his lap, 11 to spank, and 1 to get his arms in working order again.
That was 15 already gone, leaving only five minutes to calm the hyperventilating Harry down.
When four had gone, Zayn stood a still crying and shaky Harry up and pulled his boxer and jeans back on, making him hiss and start crying harder then he already was.
" Shhh, shhh." Zayn tried to shush him, but it was not working that well.
Sighing, Zayn opened the door while still supporting most of Harry's weight, and yelled down the hall: " Louis! Liam! Get in here!"
He then shut the door and in a moment, the two came rushing in.
Louis took one look at Harry and scooped him out of Zayn's arms, covering his flushed face with little kisses and cooing to him.
Liam spoke to Zayn, to be sure he did not punish him too hard, and, content that he did not, strode over and took Harry next, assuring the poor boy of their forgiveness.
Harry was still a bit shaky when they left a few minutes later, but had stopped crying, and Louis had wiped his face so he looked presentable.
Liam carried Harry to where a fidgeting Niall sat waiting on them.
His face registered alarm when he saw Harry, and rushed over and hugged him.
Then they got on with the recording, 30 minutes late.