Fist Bump (z.s.)

tears

Harry noticed Zayn's grimace and ran his fingers along Zayn's arm. The hairs stood up and he immediately got goosebumps at the contact.

Something inside of him was knowing that it wasn't an accidental touch, it was an act of pure intent.

When zayn built the courage to look up, Harry's green eyes were full of lust, and he'd never seen them like that before.

Almost like...he wanted him.

But his eyes changed and softened as Harry's lips curled up into a smile and Zayn couldn't help but return it and succumb to his charms.

Harry: "you look nice Z"

Zayn: "why thank you, so do you haz"

Harry smiled

Harry: "do you mind if we have a chat after this?"

Zayn: "why don't you come back to my place afterwards and we can chat, cause I've got some things to tell you as well"

Harry: "that sounds amazing"

Zayn nodded, keeping his smile evident as he directed his attention back to Simon who was speaking.

Simon: "we know all of you were out at a club last night yes?"

They didn't say anything, just simply nodded.

Simon: "which is fine, I'm glad you had body guards and all went well but..."

Louis: "there's always a but"

Simon: "someone was there that you didn't notice...and she took this"

Simon held up a picture of Zayn with his hands on Harry's hips, both of them smiling.

Zayn: "it's not what it looks like! it was just so hard to hear and-"

Simon: "I understand, but we all know what it looks like, and Perrie has threatened to release it to the press if you don't go along with the engagement Zayn."

Zayn: "fuck!"

Zayn got up to leave, and Harry grabbed his arms to stop him and Zayn immediately softened at his grasp.

Harry: "let them release it Z...please"

Zayn could see the tears in Harry's eyes, but he wasn't ready for the allegations that would come along with that photo being released.

He yanked his arm away and fled the room with a nasty feeling in his stomach. He had no idea what to do.

As soon as he got far enough down the hallway and nobody was around, he called Perrie, not willing to hold back.

Perrie: "Z?! You called first baby!"

Zayn: "fuck you Perrie"

Perrie: "what sweet? what happened?"

Zayn: "you know exactly what the fuck you've done Perrie, yet you continue to do it? Why is it so fun for you?"

Perrie: "I don't wanna be the girlfriend that turned you into a gay, now do I?"

That's all it took for Zayn to explode. He'd had enough, and he didn't know what it was that Harry had, but it was different, and Perrie had no right to go after someone of such kind words and character.

Zayn: "you know what?! go fuck yourself. Why'd you even follow us to the club to begin with?"

Perrie: "I wanted to spend some time with you before Friday's date, but you seemed busy with your faggot of a side hoe"

Zayn: "don't you dare fucking talk about him like that, plus, we're just friends! Why in the fucking world do you have to make things worse than they are?! Once all of the shit you've caused me gets out, your career is over, so fuck you, and your engagement...fuck it"

Zayn hung up, letting the tears fall down his cheeks as he slid himself down the blank, cream colored wall.

He heard the doors open down the hall as the meeting he was supposed to be in, ended. He took a deep breath and wiped the remnants of the tears off of his cheeks as he met up with them halfway.

Liam: "you good?"

Zayn: "no, this is all such bullshit!"

Niall: "we talked to Anabella once you left...about what we could do"

Louis: "she said the only thing she can do is press the engagement back to give you more time to get ready for all of the press."

Zayn looked behind Louis, Liam, and Zayn to see Harry with tears pooling in his eyes and his heart broke at the sight.

Zayn: "don't cry"

The three boys turned around to see Harry looking absolutely defeated.

Louis: "haz don't cry, not here, come on"

They pulled him outside and they went to pile him in the car with Louis, Liam and Niall to head to his flat, but Zayn grabbed his hand and pulled him toward his car instead.

Zayn: "come home with me, remember?"

Harry wiped the tears from his cheeks and nodded, grateful that Zayn still wanted to be around him after the terrible meeting they'd had.

Once it was just the two of them in the car, Zayn pulled Harry close to him. It was way more intimate than they were used to, but he knew Harry would love it.

And just like zayn guessed, Harry melted into his embrace and let his tears become more evident than they were inside.

Zayn: "what's wrong?"

Harry: "I feel like this is my fault"

Zayn: "none of this is your fault haz, don't ever think that, please"

Harry: "if my drunk ass didn't pull you behind me cause I was horny and wanted you...than this never would've happened."

Zayn: "no, if my stupid ass didn't ask Perrie on that date ages ago, she wouldn't even be in the picture. It all stemmed from that, believe me."

Harry: "but she'd have no picture if I didn't do that"

in that moment, zayn felt like he didn't need to hold back anymore, he was gonna tell Harry how he felt about last night.

Zayn: "no Harry, it was hot, I'm glad you did it, and when you whispered all that dirty shit in my ear I couldn't get enough of it...but you were drunk and I didn't think you'd remember"

Harry lifted off Zayn, and for a minute he'd thought he might've said a little too much.

Harry: "of course I was gonna remember, I've been wanting to make a move forever z...it just took a few drinks for me to get brave enough"

Zayn smiled at how forward they'd both become in a matter of minutes.