no wifey, I'm sorry

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He first made sure wasn't behind him, then he bent down and pushed the duvet up, there was an unknown box there, it looked like a normal shoebox, but then he remembered they don't keep their shoeboxes, so he took it out and opened it, let's just say he couldn't believe his eyes, now he knows why zayn ran like this, he knew he uses eyeliners some times, but this was full makeup ingredients, anything you can imagine, he heard water turning off, he quickly put the box back and laid on the matters, he put his arms behind his head, as nothing happened.

The bathroom door opened and zayn came out with a towel low on his hips, his olive skin shining with water drops, harry so wanted to get up and lick his body up and down, but he had better plans for the night.

"Well hello there," Harry said, with a low tone, not wanting to scare zayn.

"shi-! Harry you still here?!"

"it's my house too you know" harry mumbled with closed eyes.

"well yeah but I want to change, so out," zayn said his tone saying that he is nervous more than angry.

"Nothing I haven't seen before babe" this time he opened his eyes to emphasize his words, he wanted to see him blush like crazy.

"Harry, don't be difficult" Zayne whined, he wasn't in the mood, he just wanted to make sure the box was safe.

"by the way why the door was locked?" harry knew exactly why, the red lipstick was kinda screaming the reason why.

"um- cus you were out and I was scared to be alone"

'smooth' harry thought "oh alright, I'll be downstairs playing FIFA, come back soon I missed you" Harry said as he got up from the bed, giving zayn a kiss on his cheek.

Zayn blushed as he nodded his head, acknowledging.

As soon as Harry left the room, zayn took the box out, hiding it in the closet again, then he looked at himself in the mirror, his lips where still blood red and his eyes still had some eyeliner in them, he tried to remove as much as he could and got changed to something comfortable and made his way downstairs.

Zayn took the railing with his right hand, slowly making his way downstairs, he wanted to go back to his room when he saw harry turning to look at him from tv, "how was the work today?" he asked Harry, sitting next to him, putting his head on harry's shoulder.

"tiring as fuck, I couldn't wait to come home" harry answered, not taking his eyes off the screen, kissing zayn's top of head.

Zayn waited for harry to ask him how his day was, how he was, but no the bastard was too lost in the game.

"Since you asked, my day was boring as fuck, it gets lonely here" zayn said, sitting straight playing with the ham of his t-shirt, he didn't wait for Harry to come back to watch him play games.

Harry could hear the sadness in his voice, maybe he could change his game a little.

So instead of acknowledging the problem, "ugh I don't like this game anymore" he put the joystick on the table and rested his head on the couch "I need a better game"

At that, zayn rolled his eyes, he just decided to order dinner and sleep "imma order pizza" he was about to get up when harry took his hand and stopped him.

"no you can't go, I'm talking to you!" he pouted, giving zayn puppy eyes.

"I really don't wanna hear about some new video games harry" he tried to snatch his hand away.

"but it's not a video game! I swear you'll love it!"

"what? You wanna play with dolls? Harry let me go!"

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