The Model [Zarry]

Chapter 3.

Harry walked into the mens bathroom in search for Niall. He had danced with Nick and his mates for quite some time and got bored of it after a while so went to look for Niall. The bathroom door swung open and he was greeted by the sound of someone puking. Frowning curiously, Harry edged closer into the bathroom and found Niall crouched down in one of the cubicles, bent over a toilet.

"Are you all right, mate?" Harry asked immediately, leaning over his best friend and rubbing his back carefully. "No, I'm bloody well not all right. That's why I'm puking here for nothing." Niall spat impatiently and vomited violently. Harry flinched at Nialls angry tone. It was very rare for Niall to get angry like this, he was such a care-free, loving boy that it was always quite frightening to see him in this state. "I tell you now, I quite drinking altogether." Niall said fiercely. Harry couldn't help giving a hoarse laugh. "You said that last time we came out now look where that got you." he smirked. If Niall could turn round, Harry could swear he would be shooting daggers at him. Thankfully, he puked again instead.

As Harry continued to sooth his best friend, his mind wondered to Zayn Malik, the new boy who was working with them. He couldn't seem to get him out of his mind. He was just...picture perfect, like a work of art. No flaws at all. His skin was perfect, his hair tousled and dark and his eyes a mysterious brown. What wasn't to like about him? Nothing, that's what. And his voice...God, Harry thought it was the most sexiest damn thing ever. He seemed to get tighter down below every time he thought about that sexy voice and Harry was starting to think it wasn't very healthy to crave this much over somebodies voice as much as he did.

Harry sat down on the bathroom floor, feeling very uncomfortable as he flinched around on the spot next to Niall. "Hey, where did that new boy go?" Niall asked suddenly. Harry grimaced. "He went home early." Harry replied. "Really? That's a shame. I liked that kid." Niall said, sounding disappointed. Harry smiled weakly when he heard the bathroom door swing open and footsteps approach them. "Finally! We've been looking all over for you two- Harry, why do you have a massive boner?" Louis added with a humorous smirk as he stared at Harrys bulge. Harry blushed- which was very embarrassing for him- and crossed his legs over.

"It's probably from that new Malik kid." Niall mumbled, rolling over and sitting against the wall. Harry could feel his cheeks reddening even more. "Really?" Louis asked, sounding surprised. "Yeah, he's spent the whole evening with him." Niall replied casually, gazing up at the Tommo. "What are you doing in here anyway?" Nick asked, completely changing the subject. "I came into see Niall and went to help him." Harry sighed, looking down at his lap. "Think we should go now? It's getting closer to one." Nick added, gazing at his very expensive-looking watch. "Yeah, we should." Harry agreed quickly. The last thing he wanted was the lads making more fun of his boner because of some guy who's pants he wanted to get into.

Harry stood up, swaying a little and headed out the bar with the rest of the lads. His hands sunk deep into his pockets of his leather jacket as it was a bit breezy when they walked him. As they walked, he fished out his phone from his pocket only to see he had no missed calls or texts from an odd number assuming to be Zayn. He sighed and stowed his phone away back in his pocket.

On Monday morning, Zayn woke up to unusual alarm clock from his phone. It was strange wakening up early in the morning only because he'd never get up, he'd usually just laze around mid-day and then spend the day in his sweats if his parents were out. Zayn gelled his hair, pulled on a clean shirt and jeans and good shoes and headed out, grabbing a piece of toast on the way. "Where are you going?" his dad called from the kitchen before he headed out. "Away from you!" Zayn had called back and made sure he slammed the door shut.

For good measure, he had arrived at the studio ten minutes earlier. And with no hang-over. So it was all good. Liam was either late, or was already arranging work for other employees so Zayn waited around at the canteen for a bit. The lady who worked behind the till wasn't there (pro baby wasn't there until break) so Zayn went over to the coffee maker and made himself some coffee. He wasn't really a big fan of coffee but since there was nobody around to make him Yorkshire Tea, this had to do.

"You all right?" a familiar voice asked. Zayn jumped at the sound of the voice and looked up from his pouring coffee, to see a tall, curly-haired boy standing, leaning against the doorway with a playful smirk on his face. Harry. Suddenly, Zayn felt a hot liquid run over his hands and he looked back down to see the steaming coffee spilling over him. "Shit!" Zayn hissed and jumped back, trying to get the coffee off with his hands.

Chuckling, Harry strolled over and approached Zayn. "Let me get that." he offered softly and reached behind Zayn to grab some napkins and started wiping the coffee off Zayns hands with gentle strokes while vague memories started to flash in Zayns mind from Friday night as he stared at Harry and couldn't help being curious. "Did I...did I flirt with you on Friday?" he asked nervously and to his surprise, Harry gave an amused chortle.

"Dunno...maybe I could help you remember." he said, almost flirtatiously as he leaned extremely close to Zayn who gulped dryly. Harry walked behind Zayn, tossing the damp napkins in the bin and switching the coffee machine off before leaning into Zayn again from behind to whisper in his ear. "You didn't call me all weekend...I was getting lonely." in a low voice, making Zayn shudder.

"Boys! What are you doing? I have work for both of you!" Liam called from the door way, looking a tad angry. Harry let go of Zayn instantly. "Right away, Liam!" he said enthusiastically and scurried off after Liam before Zayn even got a chance to answer.

Written by karmasucks