"I had sex with Niall... multiple times."
"Harry," Zayn takes a hold of his friend and forces him to look at him. "I know you're having problems with Astrid right now but cheating isn't right, believe me, I fucked up and I regret it so much. I don't want you to feel the way I did, hell, still do. You're better than that."
"Am I though?" Harry's eyes start to well up.
"You are." He says sternly. "You have to be honest with yourself and with Astrid. Haz, you don't love her. You never did. I still don't get why you even married her."
"I do love her," He pushes Zayn's hands away, he gulps down the rest of the beer.
"Not the way you're supposed to love your spouse." Zayn says under his breath. "Harry, how did you meet Niall?"
"I don't want to talk about him, I want to forget him. I don't want to keep thinking about him." Harry turns to ask the bartender for another drink.
"You can't forget unless you talk it out, you're only confusing yourself even more by keeping all your feelings and thoughts to yourself." Zayn slowly sips on his drink, knowing he'll have to stay sober because Harry was already tipsy and the night just started. "So talk."
"I met him here," He looks back at the exact spot he had first seen the small brunette. "I was drunk and horny, he had caught my eye. He was dancing swinging his hips, he was lost in the music and I couldn't stop staring. I went up to him to dance with him and next thing we know we're in the loo and he's sucking me off."
"What were you doing here? Were you alone?" He asks.
"I had asked Astrid about going to America for the summer and she said no, she didn't even think about it she just said no. She had the whole summer planned out already and I had no say in anything. I was angry so I left before I could snap, I couldn't tell Louis about how I felt because I would only look like an arsehole." Harry chugs the pint.
"You could've come to me." Zayn says. "You can always come to me."
Harry shoots him a smile, he was glad he had Zayn. He was always so understanding. "I appreciate it."
"How did you find Niall again? After that night I assume you went back home, did you two exchange numbers?" He leans his back on the counter watching a group of people walk into the bar.
"We didn't, as soon as I finished.. I left. I felt awful, I hated myself for what I did. Swore I'd never do it again." He bites on his lip. "I bumped into him weeks after, he and I didn't have to say anything we started to messily kiss and touch each other. He took me back to his flat and yeah." He didn't find it necessary to tell him every detail.
"Did Niall know you were married?" Zayn was very careful on which questions to ask, he didn't want him to think he was being attacked or even judged.
"Not at first, after the fourth time he found out and he kicked me out. I didn't see him for about two weeks. I felt empty, wasn't sure why. I went back to the bar every other night hoping to see him and I did, he was about to go home with another guy. I was going to let him go but when I saw how scared he was I pulled him from the prick and took him home." He starts to slur a few words as the alcohol in him started to take effect.
"Have you slept with him recently?" He places his hand on his shoulder trying to keep him still.
"No." He grumbles.
"Why not?" That explains his short temper that Louis keeps pointing out.
"Astrid wants to have a baby and I can't keep doing stupid shit if she does get pregnant, I have to be there for her." Harry thanks the older man who filled his glass one again.
"You don't want a baby?"
"I do but not right now." He presses his side against his mate. "She's driving me mad."
"I think she's driving us all mad." He sighs. "Harry, I think Niall likes you. I think he has fallen in love with you."
"No." Harry shakes his head only making himself dizzy. "He... no."
"I can see it in his eyes, when I see him look at you or when you talk to him. He looks at you as if you're the only one around." He had caught Niall staring at Harry a few times now, it was cute.
"He's got a boyfriend now." He says bitterly.
"He does?" Zayn asks surprised.
"He's too old for him, he's not his type." Harry frowns at the thought of Niall with the older man.
"And what's his type?" He raises his eyebrow.
"M-Me." He turns to face away from Zayn's intense stare.
"Harry?" Zayn turns him back around and smiles. "You like him too, you're falling in love with him."
"It's so fucking wrong Zee, I shouldn't be thinking about anyone. I'm fucking married." Harry sobs, letting his friend hug him tightly as he cried on his shoulder.
"You don't get to choose who you fall in love, it just happens. Don't feel guilty about being in love with Niall." Zayn rubs his back. "That's not what you should feel guilty about."
"I have to forget him, he's got someone who he can be happy with—"
"He can be happy with you." He feels him tense up. "You have to tell Astrid the truth, tell her everything."
"No, I can't." Harry tries to push him away but Zayn only tightens his hold.
"Yes you can. It won't be easy and you'll feel like shit but you'll have me, I'll be there with you. You won't be alone, I promise you that." He ignores the stares they were receiving.
"I-I have to see Niall, please, take me to him." Harry sniffles finally being able to push Zayn away.
"You're drunk, I don't think it's a good idea to see him right now. Plus, it's really late and he's probably sleeping—"
"I'm going to see him." He starts walking off with Zayn right behind him pulling on his jumper trying to stop him.
"You can't see him like this." Zayn tries to reason with him.
"You don't understand—"
"I was in the same situation as you! Of course I understand, this is why I'm telling you this isn't a good idea." He breathes out. "Okay, fine, I'll take you." He was quick to hail a cab, he helps Harry get into the car and makes sure he's buckled.
"I want him so bad." Harry rests his head on Zayn's shoulder. "But I can't have him."
"Who said you can't?" Zayn looks down at him.
"I'm married." He shuts his eyes trying to stop himself from getting dizzy.
"To someone you're not in love with." He holds his breath hoping Harry won't get pissed at him, when he hears him sigh he relaxes.
"I love her." Harry groans softly.
"I know you do." Zayn rests his cheek on Harry's head waiting for him to talk.
"But you're right, not in the way I'm supposed to love my spouse." He mumbles.
Zayn widens his eyes, he didn't think Harry had heard him back at the bar. "Harry—"
"I don't know if I'm falling in love with Niall but what I do know is, whatever the hell I'm feeling towards him is something I've never felt." Harry looks up when he feels the car stop. "We're here." He was fast to get out, he feels and arm around his waist slowing him down.
"We should wait until you're a bit more sober," Zayn whispers into his ear. "Come sit over here." He guides him to a bench outside the building.
"What if you're wrong, what if he— you!" Harry stands up and storms over to Roger stepping out of the building. "He's mine! Why can't you leave him alone!? He doesn't want you—"
"I'm so sorry mate, he's had a few drinks and yeah." Zayn rushes to pry Harry off the blond man. "Harry, stop it."
"That's alright. Been there, done that." He chuckles as he held the door for them.
"Thank you." He pulls Harry inside.
"He was with him." Harry slumps his shoulders. "He was with him."
"What are you on about?" Zayn asks confused, not understanding why Harry looked so defeated all of a sudden.
"That was Niall's boyfriend." He gets pulled into the lift. "It's best if I forget about him—"
"Shut up. What floor does he live on?" He grips his chin patting his cheek softly. "Harry, what floor?"
"Third." Harry keeps his gaze down.
Zayn presses the button and glances at Harry. "You're right, he doesn't seem like Niall's type." He smiles when he sees a small smile appear on his face. He motions for Harry to walk forward once the doors open, he follows Harry making sure he doesn't stumble. He watches him knock on a door, they wait but no one opens the door.
"Lover is back! Oh and you brought a friend."
"We're here to see Niall." Zayn eyes the lad up and down, not sure if he was trustworthy.
"I'm Conan. What's your name?" He steps closer.
"I'm married." He says when Conan places his hand on his arm and starts to rub it.
"Nice to meet you married," He snorts. "Thought you weren't going to come back." Conan turns his gaze on Harry.
"Why won't he answer the door?" Harry knocks once again but louder than the last time.
"His rich doctor probably tired him out." He shrugs. "He seems like a great fuck, I'm glad he took my advice."
"Conan, can you kindly shut the fuck up?!" Zayn snaps.
"Can you kindly fuck me?" Conan smirks at Zayn's red face.
"I'm paying to stay away from Niall—"
"Relax, I didn't touch him." He rolls his eyes. "I missed seeing him, so I paid him a visit."
"I—"
"Harry?" Niall looks between Harry and Conan, his eyes go wide when he sees Zayn.
"How hard did he fuck you?" Conan asks noticing Niall's messy hair, swollen lips, and love bites on his neck. "Why the fuck is he marking you?" He asks annoyed.
"I uh I... what's going on?" He places his hand on his neck in embarrassment, he should've listened to his head and not opened the door. Dammit.
"I know it's late but Harry and I wanted to see you." Zayn speaks up before anyone else could. "Can we come in?"
"Y-yeah sure." Niall steps aside, he watches Zayn drag Harry inside. He could tell something wasn't right with Harry, he seemed sad. He scowls at Conan who gave him a wink and walked away. He shuts the door and walks towards the lads. "Is something wrong?"
"Were you asleep?" Zayn asks instead.
"No." He shakes his head, he had just gotten back from yet another date with Roger. This time they had a make out session, Niall thought Roger was going to take it further but to his surprise he didn't and that made him really happy. He wasn't sure if he was ready to sleep with him. He was just getting used to kissing someone other than Harry or Conan.
"I need to use the toilet." He nods when Niall points over to a door, he pats Harry's back hoping it would encourage him to talk to Niall.
"Do you want a drink?" He asks Harry.
"Are you in love with the Roger lad?" Harry stares at Niall, ignoring the marks on his neck.
Niall wasn't sure how to answer that, he wasn't in love with Roger he knew that for sure but what if he was slowly falling in love? "No." He finds himself saying.
"Are you in love with me?" He hears a small gasp coming from Niall.
"I-I.. what?" He looks away from Harry's stare.
"Are you?" Harry takes one step forward.
"I-I don't know." Niall answers truthfully, he had feelings towards him but he wasn't sure if it was love. Am I in love with him?
"Do you like me?" He smiles at Niall's blush.
"I do..." He glances up but quickly looks away ashamed for admitting to a married man he fancied him.
"I like you too, Niall." Harry reaches out to him and pulls him in. "A lot." He cups his face tilting it up so he could look him in the eye.
"You do?" Niall feels his heartbeat quicken.
Harry doesn't answer him instead he kisses him, slowly at first but soon they deepen the kiss with their hands roaming their bodies. "I don't like that he left these on you." He says against his lips, brushing the marks with his thumbs.
"I don't like it either." Niall leans up to kiss him again, Harry's kisses were a lot better than Roger's.
Zayn smiles softly watching the two share a kiss, he didn't know Niall all too well but he knew they would become great friends. He stays back letting them have their moment until his phone starts ringing and the two pull away with blushes looking at him. "Sorry to ruin the moment." He chuckles, he takes his phone out and sees it's Louis, letting it go to voicemail.
"We— uh.." Niall stutters out, he gives Harry a look but he only smiles at him.
"I knew something was going on between the two of you since the day I met you," He explains after he notices Niall's confusion. "I'm great at reading people, and it was obvious you had a thing for your boss." Zayn smirks.
"Oh." He turns beet red.
"We should head out, Louis just called, probably wondering where we are." He gives them a smile. "I'll give you a few minutes to say your goodbyes, I'll wait in the car." He sees his friend was sobering up and didn't need much help as before so he walks out.
"Were you drunk?" Niall asks once Zayn leaves.
"I was," Harry sees the panic in his eyes. "I mean it though, I really do have feelings for you."
"Your wife..." He trails off, not really sure how to ask.
"I'll be talking to her as soon as I can." He couldn't believe he was actually going to do it, he was going to put himself first for the first time in years. He felt free.
Niall couldn't help but feel guilty, he had gotten in between a marriage and as much as he likes Harry he felt like shit. But also, he couldn't help but feel so fucking happy.
"I should get going." Harry cups his face once again and kisses him softly. "I'll see you tomorrow." He gently strokes his cheeks before dropping his hands to his sides.
"Wait," Niall pulls him back. "Roger and I aren't boyfriends, we've only been to three dates. We haven't had sex either." He rambles, he didn't want Harry to think he and Roger were more than they actually were.
Harry pulls him close by the waist and kisses down his neck towards his sweet spot. "He doesn't even know where it makes you weak to your knees." He sucked on the spot lightly making Niall whimper.
"H," He tilts his head to give him more access.
"Goodnight." Harry kisses the spot once more before stepping back and smiling as he walks by him.
"Night." Niall stood in the same spot for a couple minutes after Harry left. He wasn't sure if he had dreamed it all, it felt so surreal. Someone wants me. Harry wants me.
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"Harry where the hell were you!?" Astrid was quick to question him as soon as he walked into the house.
"I was out with Zayn." Harry wasn't expecting to see her awake.
"This fucking late?" She glares. "Did you drink?"
"I did but I've sobered up—"
"You're being so fucking irresponsible. It's nearly three!! I should be sleeping right now, I have to go to work in a few more hours." Astrid yells.
"You didn't have to wait up." He was trying his best to stay patient with her.
"I was worried! You could've at least texted me."
Harry pats his trousers and sighs when he realizes he didn't have his phone on him. "I left it in Zayn's car."
"Whatever." She turns to leave but Harry stops her.
"Can we talk?" He decides to tell her now, he didn't want to beat around the bush. He had to tell her now.
"About what?" She narrows her eyes when she notices how nervous he became.
"Astrid, you and I have been on each others throats for the past month or two. It seems like we don't agree on a lot of things, I'm tired. Tired of arguing." He takes a deep breath before slowly releasing it. "I think we need to separ—"
"I'm pregnant."
"What?" Harry widens his eyes.
"We're having a baby," She smiles widely. "Aren't you happy?" She lowers her voice.
"I-I am." He feels his throat go dry, he wasn't sure if it was the fact that he still was a bit drunk or the unexpected news he just received, but he felt like he was going to be sick so he rushes to the bathroom.
You've got to be fucking kidding me.
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