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"Z!!! Guess what?! I got the job!!!" Harry yells excitedly over the phone, making his best friend come husband smile wide. He is happy for Harry's achievement. He knows how hard Harry has been trying to get a proper job. Zayn knows how much this means to him.

"I told you, you'd get that job!" Zayn grins as he walks out of the school with his leather bag.

"Yeah." Zayn could imagine the soft smile playing on Harry's lips.

"So where are you?" Zayn asks as he walks down the now nearly empty school hallway.

"Um, I am on my way to home." Harry says softly. "What about you? It's your half day today right?"

"Yeah. I am actually getting into the car. See you at home, Haz."

"Alright. See you."

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"....and he has this long quiffy hair. He is so funny, Z." Harry giggles, throwing his head back on Zayn's shoulder as the taller lad is sitting between Zayn's legs, on Harry's bed.

An used-to-be all too familiar position when they were around the age of 14. But it stopped as soon they neared the sweet sixteen. When sitting in a position like this was only considered to be romantic.

They wouldn't be doing that right now either if they weren't drunk off their asses with the smoke of weed clouding around them.

"Like me?" Zayn looks down at Harry with his own red eyes, only to find the younger lad giggling like a fool.

"Yeah." He giggles again when he sees Zayn taking a drag from his joint. "When you used to have that big quiff. But Grimmy's is bigger."

This time, Zayn chuckles before he leans down and press a kiss to Harry's forehead.

"You are cute."

"But you don't like me." Harry frowns. "Why don't you like me?"

"But I like you, Haz." Zayn takes a drag from his joint before passing it to Harry. "You are my best friend."

"But I don't want to be your best friend." Harry says sadly before taking a drag as well. "We are husbands."

"Haz-" Zayn push the younger lad gently and gestures him to face him properly. Harry frowns but does it anyway. He was confortable in that position though.

"Why don't you like me? You liked Elina, you kissed that dude in the bar." Harry says as he takes another long drag of the joint, which makes his eyes water. He passes it back to Zayn, who is now looking at him in confusion. "So why can't you like me, Z? Am I not beautiful? Am I not pretty?"

Zayn doesn't hesitate to cup his face with the free hand.

"Hey, don't say that, Haz." Zayn says softly. "You're pretty. So beautiful."

"Then why don't you want me? Why don't you notice me?" At this point Harry's eyes waters. Zayn looks concerned. He doesn't know if the tears are because of the weed or because of the emotions Harry is feeling right now. "Why can't you see what I feel about you, Zayn?"

Zayn looks at him intently. He looks deep into those green eyes, searching for something. He doesn't know if it's his mind playing tricks on him or it's because of the alcohol because all he can in those green eyes, is something he can't put his finger on. A look that not only friendly. An emotion that you give to someone special. Something more than freindship.

Zayn doesn't know when they both start leaning in until all he can feel is a pair of soft lips touching his own.

He hates to admit the heart rush he got from just one touch.

And it scares him.

Because the last time he felt something like this, it didn't end up well. He can't, fhck up his friendship.

He is about to pull away when he feels Harry's hands to cup the sides of his neck, and his lips pressing on him firmly.

He hears him sigh in content in the kiss and it makes him think if Harry knows what he is doing.

"Haz, we-we shouldn't." Zayn whispers but kisses him back when Harrys lightly sucks on his bottom lip. It feels too good to let go.

"Z, please?" Harry pleads against his lips. Zayn is about to protest when Harry places himself on the older boys lap, kissing him deeply.

And Zayn lost it.

Not having someone's body close to him in that long, Zayn finally gives in.

He can't resist it. Not when Harry is touching and kissing him like this. Not when he is looking so beautiful like this.

So beautiful, Zayn wants to capture it.

So he does that.

He reaches out for his phone beside him and quickly captures the moment when he feels Harry distracted in the kiss. Gently, he throws the phone on the other side of the bed before pulling the younger lad close to him. Tilting his head, Zayn deepens the kiss.

Zayn licks the seam of Harry's lips and when Harry giggles at that, saying "It tickles, Zaynie" , he finally decides to let go of himself.

He finally decides to let his guards down.

He finally decides to take the risk to fuck up their friendship as he lays Harry down on the bed gently, getting on top of him soon after.

"What are you doing to me, Haz?" Is the only thing he mutters before attaching his lips to the younger lad's neck.

Maybe, just maybe for tonight they can act like husbands.

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"Hey, Lou." Zayn says as soon Louis picks up his call.

"Zayn, you reached there? So soon?" Louis asks in confusion.

"Ah no mate." He says as he pays for the water bottle and some food. "I am at the gas station. Got tired a bit from driving so thought about taking a rest for a while." He thanks the cashier before going back to his car.

"That's good, Zayn. Keep me upadated okay?"

"Yeah." Zayn smiles as he gets into the driving seat, closing the door after. "Have you talked to Grimmy?"

"Um, I think I would talk to him tomorrow." Louis mumbles. Zayn could hear the shyness behind it.

"Alright. I'll talk to you later."

"Okay. Take care, Zayn." With that, Louis hangs up.

Zayn looks at his home screen after hanging up the call. The picture of Harry and Aleeza instantly puts a smile on his face.

"Just an hour till we see each other again, Jaan."

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