awkward ➳ zarry

part two: the rolling stones

Harry woke up with a pounding headache, and as he tried to turn to his side, he noticed a boy.

Snickering quietly, Harry rolled his eyes. He was such a fuckboy. 

Looking at the boy, he reached over him and grabbed his Advil and the bottle of water as he took some to get rid of the headache.

He had scored last night, this boy was hot. He was really hot.

Harry trailed his fingers down the man's bare arm and his eyes fluttered open.

"Mornin'," The boy spoke, pressing a kiss against Harry's fingers.

A gentleman too! Who was he? 

"What's your name?" Harry asked, and the boy sat up, laughing.

"Zayn," He scoffed. "You were that drunk?"

Harry's mind flashed, and he got out of the bed. 

"Fuck, shit, fuck!" He called, pulling on the first shirt he found. 

"What?" Zayn frowned. "Was the acting that good?" 

Harry shook his head and without hesitation, opened his mouth to speak. "I think we should tell my parents that we're not dating," 

"I was kind of excited to go to the cottage," Zayn sat up, not saying a word at the fact that Harry was wearing his shirt.

"Yeah but you have a life?" Harry frowned. "It's the shittiest thing ever, my grandmother sits around by the lake and asks the stupidest questions, my parents continuously harass me on when I'm going to get married, and sometimes my brother calls and that starts a fight-"

Harry stopped himself as he had no idea why he was telling Zayn all of this in the first place. Zayn shouldn't know about Harry's personal life. It was none of his business. 

Yet here they were.

"So?" Zayn smiled a little. "That sounds like fun,"

Harry stared at the hazel eyed boy, and although he looked so terribly beautiful, Harry didn't hold back. "Just get out Zayn!" He yelled, and Zayn jumped.

"Alright, fine," Zayn spoke, getting up. "Can I have my shirt back please?"

Harry looked down at Zayn's shirt and pulled it off, throwing it at Zayn.

"Take it," He huffed. "I didn't want it anyways,"

"Fine," Zayn shrugged, holding back his laugh as he pulled his jeans on.

Looking at Harry one last time, Zayn reached back over to Harry's nightside table and grabbed a  package of gum, and popped one into his mouth. 

Harry tensed up at that move, but just the way Zayn chewed his gum was so sexy.

"Fine," Harry sucked in a breath and straightened his back watching as Zayn walked out of his room after grabbing his phone and wallet.

There were a lot of emotions running through Harry right now. There were some that said he wanted Zayn to stay, he didn't know why but he did.

There were some that said he wanted Zayn to leave. How was he to explain this to Niall? How was he to explain this to his parents nonetheless?

Just as Zayn reached the top of the stairs, he grabbed the railing and smirked at Harry, a seductive smirk.

That alone made Harry want to just pull him back into his room and kiss him all over.

But Harry stayed in his ground watching Zayn's eyes as Zayn watched Harry's.

They stayed like that until Zayn took a step down the stairs slowly.

Harry rolled his eyes as Zayn continued his slow walk down the stairs.

Just as Zayn reached the bottom, Anne and Robin came busting through the front door.

"The car is all ready, are you two?" Anne asked, in the perkiest voice.

Harry threw his head back, just waiting for Zayn's response.

"All set," Zayn smiled, shooting Anne and Robin a thumbs up. "Harry's just getting dressed. He didn't want to leave my arms,"

Anne cooed and Robin grinned.

"You two are adorable!" Anne spoke, going to give Zayn a hug. "I cannot wait to get to know the man who took my sons heart,"

Harry was watching this all happen from his room, on the verge of screaming.

Zayn hadn't taken his heart! Zayn barely knew his name!

"Harry, hurry up! Your car is ready," Robin called, looking up at the stairs and seeing Harry stood in his boxer shorts, armed folded across his chest.

"Zayn, can you come here please?" Harry asked, his tone piping up. "I need to talk to you,"

"Of course babe," Zayn smiled, turning around to make his way upstairs. "If you excuse me,"

"We'll meet you two outside," Anne waved, grabbing Robin's hand and walking out, closing the door behind them.

"What the fuck Zayn?!" Harry called, the minute the front door shut.

Zayn let out a laugh as he walked into Harry's bedroom, closing the door. "It will be fun," he spoke, grabbing Harry's hips and pulling him inwards to his body.

Butterflies let loose in Harry's stomach, but he wiggled out of Zayn's grip. "Get off," he muttered, stepping back. 

"I am not going to the damn cottage with my family and you!" Harry sputtered. "You didn't even know my fucking name until my Dad came in and said it," 

"It's a beautiful name," Zayn said quietly, pulling Harry in my his hips once again.

This time, Harry didn't move. 

"Fucking hell Zayn," He whispered. "We can't do this,"

Shaking his head, Zayn leaned in and pressed his lips against Harry's. "I'm an actor, did you forget?"

That kiss shut Harry up, and before he knew it he was on the road with Zayn.

He had absolutely no idea what he was getting himself into.