harry showed up at zayn's office on saturday knowing that zayn would still be there.
harry took the elevator up to zayn's office, but he wasn't there.
the computer was on.
harry checked it.
it looked as if zayn was printing something.
so harry made his way to the printing room.
zayn was stood in there wearing red plaid patterned pyjama bottoms and no shirt.
harry held his breath, and knocked on the open door.
zayn gasped, turning around.
"hey," harry managed to say.
zayn looked down.
"listen zayn..." harry trailed in, walking towards zayn.
"i played a pretty good game." zayn mumbled.
harry nodded. "i just didn't play along."
the two were quiet for a minute.
harry stepped towards zayn.
enough to hear zayn's heartbeat.
he placed a hand on zayn's bare chest.
"i..." harry breathed, trailing a finger down zayn's chest.
zayn didn't move.
until harry kissed zayn.
and with that, zayn began to pull harry's jacket off.
the two fell back on the floor.
zayn smirked, looking down at harry.
"your finally playing along," he mumbled before reconnecting his lips with harry's.
x end