Frenchie » Zarry

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"bella! are you done playing doll with harry? it's time to go!" zayn yelled knocking on her door.

"we're all down here, dimwit." kaliyah said.

zayn stuck his tongue out at her as she walked away.

"harry–" zayn said and stopped in his tracks as he stared at harry.

"is that my leather jacket?" he asked.

"i-i-" harry tried.

"yea, it is. i thought it would look cute with his outfit. keep an eye out for this one zayn," bella said and winked at him. "now you won't have everyone looking at you for a change." she said and went up stairs.

"i'm sorry, i take it off." harry mumbled instantly and started to take the jacket off.

"no, keep it," zayn said and headed toward the door. "it looks cute."

harry's eyes widened at that comment.

"t-thank you." he mumbled and went to the car.

— — —

"we're here." zayn said.

harry got out of the car.

instantly the smell of liquor and cigarettes surrounded harry, canceling his freshly applied perfume.

harry looked over at zayn, who was now crowded by people.

harry looked at the teens, holding bottles in one hand and a blunt in the other.

he looked around for adults.

wouldn't they get in trouble?

what are they doing?

"hey, harry." someone said and snuck behind him and gripped his hips.

"h-hello."

"join the party." the guy said and offered harry a bottle.

"is it okay to drink this?" harry asked.

"it's fine. relax," the boy said to harry as he tilted the bottle towards harry's lips, the liquid slipping down his throat. "there you go." the boy smiled.

harry turned to face the young man.

brown hair, blue eyes, fair skin.

" 'm niall." the boy said and smiled.

"hello, niall."

"c'mon." he said and grabbed harry's hand and led them into the house.

"oi, curly!"

"niall, i see you found a new one!"

"looking good, harry!"

harry heard these comments everywhere he went.

zayn heard these comments as well.

niall?

oh shit.

"gotta go, see ya guys." zayn said and left the group.