Harry lay awake unable to block the noises coming from Louis's room through the thin walls. Lou had brought Kelly home with him as he knew he would. The noises though. The squeaking of the bed. Kelly's screams. Harry just couldn't take it anymore. Grabbing his keys he ran to his car away from the terrible noises. Tears stung the back of his eyes the farther he drove. He knew exactly where he was going.

Parking crooked in the driveway he ran to the door beating it with his fists. "Zayn! Zayn open the door dammit!"

The door opened to show a disgruntled and shirtless Zayn Malik. "Harry what the hell? Its two in the morning-" He trailed off noticing Harry's tears. "What happened?"

"I want you," Harry said before pulling Zayn into a kiss. "I want you Zayn."

"Tell me what happened," Zayn said holding Harry's face between his hands.

"What does it matter? You wanted sex and I'm giving it to you!" Harry attempted to kiss Zayn again but his grip was too strong.

"Harry," Zayn locked eyes with him causing the tears to fall even harder.

"He's with her Zayn," Harry's lip trembled as he tried to get the words out. "I need you."

Zayn didn't even hesitate. He just pulled Harry inside and crushed his lips into the younger boy's. Harry quickly took his shirt off before pulling Zayn hard against him. Zayn's hands were everywhere. Harry quickly wrapped his legs around Zayn already feeling his erection grow in size. Zayn carried Harry back to the couch. They never would have made it to the bedroom at the pace they were going. Harry's back thudded against the lumpy cushions as Zayn worked on his belt. Harry felt like he was in a daze. He couldn't believe he was acutally doing this with Zayn of all people.

Suddenly his pants were off and the cold air engulfed his half-naked form. Harry's erection strained against the thin fabric of his underwear. Zayn already had his pants off by the time Harry finally looked up at him. Zayn didn't waste a second. He was on Harry before he could take a breath, which had become quite difficult anyways. His lips were everywhere. He rolled his hips into Harry's making him release the moan he had been trying to repress. Zayn's hand were cold as he touched Harry's hips slowly sliding his boxers off.

"Well Hazza," Zayn breathed trying to regain his breath. "Never thought we'd be here."

He drew his fist over Harry's length gaining mulitiple shivers and a long drawn out moan. "Zayn, c'mon please."

"What?" Zayn smirked at the look of pleasure that crossed Harry's face.

"Go faster," Harry bucked his hips into Zayn's hand. Zayn's hand began to slowly build speed. Harry was squirming under him, breath hot and heavy, moans escaping his mouth every few seconds. "Zayn I'm close."

Harry noticed Zayn's hand on his own erection. He pulled Zayn's mouth quickly to his, nipping his lower lip begging for entrance. Zayn's mouth opened with ease as he tangled his tongue with Harry's. Harry took hold of Zayn's length and began to work at the same rhythm Zayn kept on Harry. Their breath mingled and Harry was pressing hot kisses agaisnt Zayn's neck, shoulder, jaw, everywhere he could reach. With a shout Harry came all over Zayn's hand. It didn't take long for Zayn after Harry's satisfied moans. They sat there just watching each other for a few minutes. Zayn kissed Harry softly before getting up. He left and came back with a wet towel. Gently he began wiping Harry's hand off and cleaning himself up.

"Didn't know you'd be so damn good, Harry." Zayn smirked at the blush that flooded Harry's face.

What had he just done? And with Zayn of all people. Harry laid down on the couch feeling the tears slip down his face again. He was going numb all over again. Zayn laid down next to him and wrapped a arm around him. "Don't cry Harry."

"I'm sorry," Harry whispered as his voice broke.

"It's ok," Zayn hushed Harry and started to sing a old nursery rhyme. Harry eventually fell asleep, tears gathering on the pillow his head rested on.