The Racing Hearts. ZUSTIN.

Chapter ♥ 2

Chapter ♥ 2

"Will you guys stop walking like a fucking sloth for once," Justin shouted at his too much of lazy friends. The three laughed at Justin's fuming red face. To just rile him up they started walking even more slowly than they were doing before.

"My legs are hurting from all the workouts." Calum stopped on his track, slouching down a little bit for an effect.

Justin watched in disbelief. He was sure that he never saw Calum even lift a dumbbell. If he remembers correctly Calum was always busy with ladies. They had to fucking change their timing from morning to evening so his perverted ass mind could do some actual workout. But that didn't help them much, as all he did today in the gym was to flirt with the hot receptionist, and no one asked what he did in the bathroom for over half an hour. "Suck it up." He pushed Calum to continue walking.

"Cut the guy some slack. He's been holding it in for the past hour now." Louis snickered earning a glare and a punch on his arm from Justin.

"Just piss in the bush. It's not a big of a deal." Luke shrugged kicking at a pebble.

"Oh yeah! That's a very good idea, Luke. Why didn't I thought of it in the first place?" Justin said over-enthusiastically. "Because I would, you dim wit if there were any fucking bushes in here." He stated sarcastically waving his hands around to prove a point.

"That ally looks empty." Calum gestures to a dark alley they were about to pass.

"And there are many possibilities of cats," Justin shuddered. "I don't want to get jumped on by some fluffball while I am taking a piss."

"God our captain is the difficult one." Luke gave one last hit to the pebble making it fly in the middle of the road when he saw that they were near their destination.

"He comes with high maintenance." Louis slung his arm around Justin pulling him down to his height.

"We are here." Justin cheered looking at the familiar pizza parlor. "It felt like we walked for ages."

"We would have just ordered some takeouts but your stubborn ass wanted pizza," Calum said entering their favorite pizza parlor. Justin had made them walk for forty minutes after their gym session, to eat at this particular pizza parlor because why not.

"You guys whine so much. Here take my bag," Justin tossed his gym bag to Luke. "Whatever you order for me make it a cheesy burst." With that, he skipped away towards the washroom.

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Zayn cursed under his breath closing the washroom door behind him. He padded the tissues he was given by Harry on his now sticky jeans.

"Motherfucking jeans."

He cursed again groaning and stomping like a little child halfway when the tissues didn't really did anything. They tore apart from all the wetness and rubbing it constantly on the material didn't help much. To say the least they were useless against his skinny jeans.

Zayn looked at the closed door and signed not having any other idea but the one with too many consequences to face. He took in a deep breath and started to unbutton his jeans. He went to one of the two sinks and started the tap water, he dabbed his black jeans in the water where the coke had spilled on. His idea was to dry it afterward by the air dryer attached to the wall next to the sink.

After taking the last look at his work and feeling satisfied with it he rolled the jeans in a heap putting it by the end of the sink on the marble.

He again glanced back to make sure no one would come in. He frantically pulled down his boxers too, which were also damped with the coke. Zayn felt some kind of relief wash over him as the sticky material of his red boxer wasn't clinging to him anymore. He did the same thing with his boxer that he did with his jeans. He ran the cold tap water on it.