BEHIND YOUR BACK
"Hey Y/N, the boys are coming over. Could you quickly help me clean up the house? Or at least the living room?" Zayn yells through the ajar door of my room. I quickly jump off my chair and sprint into the living room.
"You mean the boys boys?" I asks excited, hoping he meant with 'boys' his group of friends in school.
Zayn is my older brother, only one year but he feels like he can tell me what to do. At least sometimes. However, it can be really useful to have an older, good looking brother because he brings good looking friends home.
"Yeah, you know, like, Liam and Niall and so on." He shrugs, lifting the pillows from the couch. I quickly help him to remove the empty water bottles and pizza boxes. As soon as we are done in the living room I run upstairs to get ready. Nothing major but I have to get out of my sweatpants and that messy bun.
When the door rings I pretend to go to the kitchen and I pass Zayn who is walking to the door on my way to the kitchen. He stops in his movements and takes a better look at me.
"Are you wearing lipstick?" Zayn says, frowning as he eyes me suspiciously.
I chuckle nervously. "What, me? No, don't be stupid." I answer, passing him with a red face. A smile creeps onto my face when I hear his friends coming in. With a glass of water I step into the foyer, seeing how the boys take off their jackets and shoes.
One guy catches my attention the most. The curly one, Harry. He lifts his head, his green eyes staring at me. A little smirk playing around his lips as he sees me standing there. Sadly, they all disappear into the living room and I walk upstairs, spending my Saturday afternoon alone.
After a while I get up and make my out of my room to go to the bathroom but instead run into a taller and stronger body. When I look up I see Harry and we both smile at each other.
We both still smile when he kisses me and pushes me back into my room, closing the door with his foot. Our kiss is heated and fast. His hands go up and down over my body, trying to touch everything he can.
"I've missed you, baby." Harry mumbles against my lips and turns us around so I'm trapped between his body and the door. His lips kiss my neck in quick movements. My fingers twirl strands of his messy hair as I enjoy his kisses on my tingling skin.
"How much time do we have today?"
"Not enough time," Harry mumbles and stops kissing me, "They think I'm gone for, like, five minutes."
"This really isn't much time," I whisper and wrap my arms around his neck. His fingers stroke my spine up and down, "Are you ever going to tell him?"
"Isn't that your job? After all you're his sister. It's not my fault he is all protective over you."
"It's my job? I told him several times I'm allowed to date whoever I want. It's not my fault that he wouldn't be happy with my choice." I snap. When Harry and I fight than this is the only topic we fight about. Both of us refuse to tell Zayn since we know he will be mad.
Zayn told me at the very beginning that I should keep my fingers from his friends and he told his friends to keep their fingers from me. But it didn't really work. Harry and I ended up falling in love during secret dates at midnight or short conversations at school.
Harry takes a step away from me. "Not happy with your choice? You think that he might think I'm not good enough for you? He wouldn't call me a friend if he thought of me as a douche bag."
"What do you expect him to be? Happy? He made the rules clear and we broke them. Of course, he won't be happy!"
"Well, why don't you leave me then? Me, who obviously is a fucking asshole and a bad friend to your brother? When it's all my fault, why don't you just leave me the fuck alone? I didn't ask for any of this!" Harry almost shouts before he realizes we can't be too loud.
"Maybe I'm still here because I'm in love with you!" I scream back and in the same moment the doors flies open and four boys appear, all looking confused. Zayn is the first who finds his voice.
"What is going on here?"
"Nothing." I lie, shooting Harry a death glare. Hard to believe that Harry came here with the thought of spending five lovely minutes with me but they ended up being five minutes of fighting.
"Y/N, what did you say a few seconds ago?"
"Uh, what? Nothing. I said...nothing." I chuckle nervously, adjusting my shirt and hair since Harry went a bit too rough earlier which I liked, though. Zayn's eyes switch back and forth, between Harry and me.
"Do you have like a thing going on? Like, you know, it's just...why would you two fight like that? You two don't even know each other that well." Zayn rambles. He obviously doesn't know what to think of the situation.
"No, we don't have a thing going on. Harry just...went through my, uh, stuff, right Harry?" I say and look at him. His green eyes are frozen, his gaze cold and hurt.
"No, I didn't," Harry says and walks towards me, grabbing my hand, "Sorry to tell you, mate, but we're together. I know what you said, we both know that, but did Y/N and I think about your words when we had our secret dates? No. In fact, we didn't really care what you'll think of it because well, you can't tell me anything. And Y/N is old enough to decide on her own."
"Harry." I whisper, afraid of what will come. Zayn stands there and his hands clench into fists.
"All this behind my back?"
"Yep." Harry says casually and his arm sneaks around my waist. I still try to get space between us but Harry just pulls me closer and closer until I give up. It's out, anyway.
"I'm sorry I didn't listen to you, Zayn, I—"
"But she is happy." Harry adds.
"You're happy with him?" Zayn asks, looking at his best mate interrogatory.
"I...I am happy." I answer honestly and see Harry smiling next to me.
"I will—I don't know what to say," Zayn mumbles, looking around for support and help. His three other friends are still behind him, eyeing the situation, "We will just—You can have some alone time. For now. Expect me to come through that door every minute." Zayn warns us and backs away, closing the door behind him.
When the door falls shut I push Harry away, hitting his chest softly before he grips my wrists and pulls me against his chest.
"You're stupid! How could you do that? You didn't even ask me!"
"Do we really want to continue with fighting?"
"No, but I want to know why you—"
"Because I love you, Y/N. Fuck, I hated to hide you and our relationship. I hated how the boys in school touched and hugged you because they thought you were single. I hated it and I wanted to rip off their heads each time. Didn't you hate it?"
"Of course, I did but now Zayn's mad at us."
"And he'll stop being mad," Harry says and pulls me onto my bed to cuddle with me, "I love you, Y/N, and your brother won't stop me from it. I know I broke a rule but I couldn't care less."
"Such a bad boy." I tease giggling and kiss him as I roll on top off him. His fingers go under my shirt, touching the bare skin of my stomach.
"Just for you." Harry mumbles against my lips and I tug at his shirt, wanting to get rid off it. But suddenly we get interrupted by Zayn opening the door. Squealing, I roll off Harry and pull my shirt down.
"The door stays open, just in case," Zayn says and eyes both of us, "Remember what I said. We are all sitting downstairs. We could hear everything." Zayn tells us and leaves again, leaving the door open, just as he said.
I groan, burying my head in Harry's shirt but Harry just laughs. "I'm not sure yet if I like this better than our secret relationship. At least we had closed doors!"
"Don't worry, baby, I'll cover your mouth with my hand so they won't hear us."