Laying on his bed, Harry was regretting everything he did today, the way he let himself loose, showing his other side to someone who didn't care about others, the most selfish person ever, playing the scene over and over again in his head, thinking how he could've dealt with him in a different way.

Harry could still feel his cold gaze, the way he acted like Harry was a toy, he used him and kicked him out.

The worst part? Harry couldn't bring himself to hate Zayn.

There are so many students who need Harry's help but Harry is putting all of his time and effort for Zayn. not only cuz he wanted to be near the boy but cuz he cared for him, when he saw Zayn is getting detention for his grades or how teachers threaten him that he would be a nobody if he doest start trying, his heart ached for the boy, Zayn wouldn't show how much those words hurt him, but Harry could see the shadow of regret in his face.

That's what he gets for wanting to help, some rude, witty comments. always being bullied with stupid jokes, he never cared but this time? It hurt like a bitch, showing someone the real you and they threaten to make your life a living hell as if Harry was in the heaven already.

So right now at 12: 25 am, laying on the bed and controlling the lump in his throat was the best thing he could do. trying to forget.

he was done with Zayn unless he himself comes back and beg for Harry's help, Harry was done helping him.

Harry had no idea that Zayn was regretting everything he said to Harry.

Zayn got ready for the party when he kicked Harry out, he tried not to think much about how Harry's green orbs were full of sadness or maybe even hatred. keyword, tried.

He just couldn't, even when he arrived at Lou's house or when he started drowning shots after shots, he couldn't forget about the tune of Harry's voice when he was leaving.

Boy didn't know drinking would make everything worst, let alone doing drugs.

"Tommo where is the weed you p-promised?" he stuttered, pissed drunk.

"upstairs Malik, it's for my best mates only, but its party isn't over yet." Lou sassed with a smirk on his lips, the good stuff was just for Zayn and himself, it was their tradition to get stoned after the party.

"I don't give a fuck mate, I need it now this shit is not working," Zayn argued, shaking his red cup in front of Lou's face.

"oh right, it was your torture day." Louis chuckled, just remembering how Zayn had to deal with Harry that day.

"that boy is fucking insane, I don't know what's there for him? Why the fuck he wouldn't let me be!" he was throwing his hands in the air, he thought he was angry with Harry, but the guilt at his chest told him otherwise.

"I'd say he is not insane.... He is inZayn." Louis said, pointing at Zayn's chest.

"fuck off Louis. don't even go there, I'm not gay."

"but that doesn't mean he doesn't fancy you." he laughed and went to the kitchen to get some more drink, leaving Zayn with so many wild thoughts.

Zayn shuffled away from the crowded and went to Louis's bedroom, sat on his twin size bed next to the window and reached for weed in the nightstand.

His mind was racing, all he could think about was Harry, Harry, Harry. his husky voice whispering near Zayn's ear, his big hand touching Zayn, his chest supporting Zayn, his eyes, his beautiful eyes full of different emotions.

Zayn's way to deal with all of these feelings? Smoking weed and drinking beer, get as drunk and stoned he could get, so he could go back to be selfish again.

But this time, it wasn't a very clever move to smoke something that makes you horny as an animal in heat. cuz right now, all Zayn wanted was to feel Harry's breathes on his neck and his hand, his oh so big hands, he wanted them again, he craved for them.

He closed his eyes, sprawl over Lou's bed, trying to control his thoughts, and more importantly control the growing boner in his tight jeans, though nothing seemed to work, he had to cum, he needed to cum it was beginning to hurt, so he did what every wise man would do, unzipping his pants and palming himself over his boxers. slowly, he didn't mean to think about Harry's hands but he couldn't stop himself imagining Harry giving him another handjob.

He was so close to orgasm but he couldn't cum, his hand was tired, his dick went purple, his whole body was sweating, he was on edge but he couldn't make it there.

He rolled back on the matters, his mind hazy, he was humping on the mattress with full speed, moaning and crying in pain and pleasure but it was like he needed something else.

Maybe two simple words from a special somebody, like 'come on' .

Zayn pulled himself up from the bed when it hit him, he needs to see Harry now. he just zipped his pants again he didn't give a fuck about his hair and appearance, he needed Harry.

He ran downstairs, pushing pass sweaty bodies, rushing out of the house, he knew where Harry lived, he could make it there in 15 minutes if he keeps his pace.

On his way to Harrys, he had to stop twice to empty his stomach, you think all the walking and puking sobered him up, but he had his weed with him, he just needed to be out of it for what he was about to do.

He made it to Harry's porch, he didn't even think twice when he started banging on the front door, calling Harry's name with so much desperation in his voice that he didn't even recognize it.

It was 2: 13 am, Harry was still awake, his was tired but his mind was running 1000 thoughts/second, he couldn't even close his eyes, so when he heard the banging door, he thought it was his mother coming back from her shift, he thought something happened to her, so he raced downstairs when he heard it, Zayn's voice, begging Harry to open up, he wanted to go back to bed and sleep, but Zayn said something that made him stop and stare at the door.

"Harry please! I need you!" Zayn whimpered, with so much need and desperation in his voice that Harry couldn't ignore, not even if he tried to.

So he yanked the door open, not knowing that Zayn was leaning on the door.

In a blink of an eye, Zayn was on the floor, he groaned in pain, Harry's eyes went wide.

"you ok Zayn? What are you doing here?" he asked as he bent down to help him stand up, he reeked of alcohol drugs.

"I-I-I'm fine, j-j-ju-"

"I'll call a cab for you," he didn't want to listen to whatever he had to say, well not till he begged.

"NO!" Zayn shouted

"what the fuck Zayn, lower your voice!" Harry threatened, with venom in his voice.

Zayn looked at his shoes, Harry's voice effected him he didn't want to look up.

"now we try again, what the fuck are you doing here?" Harry demanded, the height difference made this situation too intimidating.

Zayn was quiet, not knowing how to answer Harry to have what the wants, he was standing in front of Harry, playing with his fingers, that was then when Harry noticed the bludge in his pants, it looked painfully hard, probably licking already.

"I-I need y-your help," Zayn whispered, trying to look as fuckable as possible.

"it's too late for math lessons Zayn," Harry played dumb.

Zayn's mind was telling him to do something that the intimidating stare of Harry wouldn't give him the courage to do it, he looked up for a split second, there was a couch behind Harry, it was his best shot he needed to get Harry understand why he needed him, so he jumped forward and smashed his lips to Harrys.

Harry was shocked to the point that he lost his balance and fell on top of the couch.

"Zayn! The hell is wrong with you! get off of me." Harry spat, pushing Zayn off of himself, Zayn whimpered sat up exactly on Harry's dick.

"Harry p-please help m-me, c-can you f-feel how h-hard I am?" he started grinding on Harry, moving forward he hid his face in the crook of Harrys neck, he was embarrassed but he couldn't help it.

Harry closed his eyes, it was all he ever wanted, to have Zayn all to himself, to make Zayn beg, it was all happening but it wasn't right, he feard that Zayn would regret it tomorrow and call him rapist, he didn't want that, so he ignored his own dick begging to be in Zayn's heat, he pushed Zayn off on the ground.

"ow! Now my ass hurts!" Zayn said pouting, Harry sat up, looked at the cute boy on the ground, "I'll call you a cab."

"y-you c-can't do that! Please no." Zayn's eyes were greasy his, lips wobbling.

Harry signed, he didn't want to kick him out, he didn't want to make him feel what he felt.

"you are so annoying, come on let's go to the guest room." he helped him stand up.

Zayn didn't say anything he decided to give it another shot when they got to the room, Zayn stumbled on the stares Harry caught him just on time.

"I f-feel dizzy." Zayn mumbled, sitting down.

"of-fucking-course you do." Harry bend down and took Zayn's figure in his arms carried him bridal style to he bedroom, Zayn hid his face in Harry's neck not protesting, he sniffed his neck "you smell so good," he moaned sucking on his neck.

"Zayn stop!" Harry moaned, opening the door with his foot and laid Zayn on the mattress.

Zayn mewled of the lost of contact, putting his ponding head on the pillow, for a second he forgot he had a plan.

"c-can I b-brow some cloths?" Zayn asked, too polite for Harry to believe.

"um- sure I'll be back."

When Harry left the room, Zayn started getting undressed, his naked body on full display, wanting Harry to take him, his dick was laying hard on his stomach, he slowly palmed himself closing his eyes, moaning as loud as he could.

Harry was looking for the smallest t-shirt he had for Zayn when he heard loud moans coming from the room next to his door, he drooped the clothes and pushed the door open to see Zayn's nacked body, sweating, toes curling his fist going up and down on his hard length, it was a sight to see.

"H-Harry p-please help me, I-I want y-you." Zayn was close again, his tip turned purple, he threw his head back, fisting the mattress with his left hand, he wanted to cum he just needed a bit help.

Harry was hard just by looking at the beautiful boy in front of him, but the fear of Zayn treating him like trash tomorrow wouldn't let him to step forward and just show Zayn what he can really do to help.

"I-I'll be a good b-boy! I promise! J-Ju-"

Harry run out of the room, he couldn't take it anymore, he just took his phone and came back next to Zayn's bed.

"tell me what you want Zayn," he took Zayn's chin in his hand, he needed proof, just to make sure that Zayn can't call him names for helping him.

"I want you Harry!" he was still jerking himself slowly, the way Harry was treating him was even a more of a turn on.

That one confess was enough for Harry, but he wanted to tease the boy more, "look at the camera and tell me what do you want me to do?"

"t-touch m-me,"

"what do we say Zayn?" Harry asked, pinching Zayn's nipple.

"p-please!" one tear dropped of Zayn's right eye, he was so frustrated, he was in actual pain and Harry was just recording him, anyone would cry.

"good boy." Harry prized him but he didn't know how deep that affected Zayn, how he was happy that Harry was satisfied with him, he turned the camera off and tossed the phone on the night stand.

Harry took his clothes off, moved on top of Zayn's body taking both of Zayn's wrist with one hand and pinned them above Zayn's head, keeping him from moving.

Zayn tried to grind on Harry but Harry pushed him down, slowly going closer to Zayn's face, lips brushing he could feel Zayn's hot breath on his lips, Zayn whimpered he couldn't move it was too new for him but he loved it.

"do you want a kiss?" Harry asked teasing Zayn with brushing his lips over him.

Zayn couldn't talk he just nodded, it was enough for Harry to smack his lips on Zayn's. licking, biting, sucking, just doing whatever he wanted to do for years.

And Zayn? He was in heaven he never thought being manhandled would make him feel all of these feeling, his body submissive for Harry, he didn't even tried to free his hands.

Harry ran his tongue over Zayn's neck, "don't move your hand," Zayn just took the head of bed in his fist, prevent himself from disobeying, Harry licked his way to Zayn's chest, biting his right nipple pinching the left one, Zayn was a moaning mess, trying to keep himself still so he would get prized again.

"I'll give you two choices, I'll fuck you till you cum, or ill just give you a handjob, which one?" Zayn was here just to get off, but the idea of getting fucked seemed appealing to him.

"w-would i-it hurt?" he asked with a small voice, he was a virgin. well his ass was.

"at first yes, but you will enjoy it." Harry knew he could just fuck him like he wanted to, but he couldn't think about doing something that would hurt Zayn.

"p-promise y-you'll be gentle?" Zayn was scared yet excited to try it out.

"I promise." and he sealed it with a kiss, making sure that Zayn was relaxed enough for him to start.

Harry pulled away "I'll be back." Zayn mewled to the lost of contact, but Harry shushed him with another kiss and went to his bedroom and brought the lube and condom.

Harry took one of Zayn's legs and put it on his shoulder, he could ask Zayn to go on doggy style but he wanted to see his face when he was in him.

"I'll prepper you first, just relax for me." he deep 3 fingers in the lube and slowly pushed one finger in.

"it's weird." Zayn closed his eyes, it didn't hurt at all but he was used to things coming out of there not going in.

Harry kissed his knee that was on his shoulder to distract him, he added the other finger.

Zayn scrunched his nose in discomfort "does it hurt?" Zayn shook his head he was just trying to think about how good he will be feeling soon.

"so I'll add another one," and boy this one hurt.

"ow!" Zayn's body shook in pain, he was doubting if there would be any pleasure coming.

"take a deep breath babe." he took Zayn's length in his fist, slowly distracting Zayn from the pain in his ass.

"ahh- s-so good!" Zayn choked a moan, he loved how Harry's big hand felt on him.

"You have to tell me when you are close." Harry demanded, knowing that Zayn was close, he wanted to be in him when he came.

Zayn was on edge, he was craving for this feeling for hours, he couldn't talk, his mind was so clouded that he just gasped "I-" and Harry pulled his hand away.

"no no no! please, I-I-" Harry kissed the crying boy tenderly, swallowing his moans and whimpers.

"shhh babe I got you." Harry shushed him, slowly entering him, he took both of Zayn's hands and intertwined their fingers together, looking at his face fo signals of pain.

Zayn looked at their fingers, he loved how his hand fitted Harry, how Harry was kissing his neck, whispering sweet thing in his ear just so that he could relax.

"You feel so good Zaynie." Harry moaned, nibbling on Zayn's earlobe, pushing his dick slowly in.

"p-please H-Harry," Zayn stuttered, not knowing exactly why he was begging.

"what do you want babe?" Harry was all the way in when he stopped, he was waiting for Zayn to adjust so he can move, looking at Zayn all so desperate just for him was enough for him to cum.

Zayn pushed his head on the mattress, whimpering, he didn't know how to answer Harry.

"do you want me to bang into you? make you cum all over your chest? Making the biggest mess for me?"

"ye-yes! P-please d-do something!" it was his first time that someone could make him cry with need, it was all new but he loved it.

Harry took Zayn's hips in his hand, waiting for a second for Zayn to take some breathes and started banging in him, looking for that special spot in Zayn, Harry changed his angle a little, and there, he found it.

"d-do that again! P-please there!" Zayn's toes curling, he was biting his lips fisting the mattress, he was so close again.

Harry did as he was asked, keeping his angle and pace, he was looking for his own orgasm, he wanted to cum with Zayn at the same time.

"Harry I'm gonna cum, please let me cum." he whimpered, his voice so vulnerable.

"no, hold it." Harry said, fucking him faster.

"uh- p-plea-" Harry saw Zayn's dick do the twitch, he took it in his fist, putting pressure on the end, preventing Zayn from coming.

"Shhh, I'm close too, hold it,"

"no! no no no please y-you c-cant d-do that," Zayn was shaking his head, trying to move his dick in Harry's fist, but Harry pushed him down, he kept Zayn down till he was on edge so Harry took his hand off of Zayn's pulsing dick.

"now come, come for me," Harry whispered in his ears, his body shaking when he felt Zayn cum, he let go and came in him.

"fuck!" Zayn cried out, having the best orgasm in his life.

Harry pulled out, careful not to hurt Zayn he knew he was sensitive now.

Everything in him told him to leave Zayn in there and go to his own room and sleep, but when he looked down at the Zayn he saw how uncomfortable he was, and his whole body was dirty so he went to his room and filled the bathtub with warm water and some body wash, he came back to see Zayn whimpering in discomfort.

"Hey, come here." he carried Zayn to the bathroom and sat him in the tub.

"ahh, it feels nice." Zayn moaned when his ass hit the hot water, Harry sat behind him, slowly washing them both, he was so gentle with his touches that Zayn fell asleep, so he carried him back to his room, he didn't bother with clothes, he just put on a new boxer for him and tucked him under the duvet.

He laid beside him, it was 5 am, his mom would come back around 8, so he pushed all of his thought away and just turned to look at Zayn's body, counting his breathes till he fell asleep too.