That weekend, Zayn was happily sprawled out in bed at two in the afternoon thinking about the future when he heard his phone vibrate.

Worried it was his mom, he quickly found his phone to check it.

He wanted to avoid making her angry because of how she let him off the hook about the party.

All he got was a scolding.

Zayn sat up, checking his phone.

hi

Zayn frowned.

hi..?

what's up?

wondering why you're texting me

just wanted to chat I guess? I'm alone for the weekend and I hate it

I like alone time more than a lot of things

if you don't want to chat that's fine, I guess it is kinda weird...

I'm just not much of a texting person

np, I can come pick you up and we can maybe hang out? Get late lunch/early dinner?

Zayn stared at that message.

you must really be lonely if you want to hang out with me

no, after that night in my car I just feel a little closer. I figured it could be like then. Just talking about stuff casually

ok I guess

so I can come pick you up?

I guess. I'm broke so no food

my treat

no

?

I don't want to owe you anything and I don't want you buying me stuff

it's not like that though. I just want to be friendly you won't owe me anything

Zayn sighed.

k

can I come now?

ya

on my way

Zayn stared at the wall, unable to believe that he was about to go hang out with Harry Styles.

Something must've really been wrong in Harry's life for him to come to Zayn.

What could it be?

Zayn wasn't sure if he was prepared or even wanted to listen to Harry vent again.

It was weird last time because of their past, and probably because Zayn was drunk.

Zayn fell back down in his bed, realizing he was over thinking this.

Of course, he did that with everything so this was nothing new.

His phone vibrated again, and he assumed it was Harry asking for directions.

But it was Niall.

I think I'm pregnant

what did you eat this time you fool

whole pizza

without me? I'm hurt

sorry 😕

thanks for keeping me updated with what you eat though, I thought you were done doing that

Zayn chuckled, his chuckle and smile disappearing in seconds when he heard a car door.

His mom was still at work, Niall was pregnant at home with pizza, so who the hell was here?

Zayn got out of bed, stumbling through his messy room over to the window and looking out of the broken blinds.

"What the fuck?" Zayn frowned at the sight of Harry's car.

He panicked a little because he stood there in boxers and an old tank-top that was too big for him.

"Shit." Zayn said as he heard knocking at the door.

He found a pair of sweatpants, hopping into them and hurrying to the door.

"Hi." Harry smiled.

"Why the hell are you here already? Does that car have wings too?" Zayn asked.

"No I um, I was already close when I called." Harry admitted with a blush.

"S'that what you're wearing?" Harry asked, his eyes lingering on the bit of Zayn's nipple that was visible.

He sort of had a nipple kink.

Having his touched and played with drove him insane.

Why the hell was he thinking about that now?

Zayn smiled some. "I guess it would be better if I wore a shirt halfway unbuttoned and a pair of two-thousand dollar boots, yeah?"

"Only I can pull off my style, but nice suggestion anyway. If you want to go like that we can just get something from a drive thru." Harry said.

"No, I'm not going in my pajamas. Come in I guess, I'll go get changed."

"You guess? Thanks so much for inviting me in." Harry said sarcastically, following him inside.

"Don't come in my room. Wait out here." Zayn said, hurrying off down the hall.

"What's in your room that I can't see?"

"My room is my private area. Nobody is allowed in my room. Don't feel special." Zayn called, making Harry chuckle.

Harry looked around as he waited, liking how cozy everything was.

There were a lot of pictures of Zayn when he was younger, which Harry couldn't help but smile at.

He walked closer to one, about to pick it up when his phone dinged.

Harry immediately checked it, smiling again.

hey babe, video chat me? I finally have some free time and feel bad that I can't be back there with you 💔

I can't, I'm hanging out with a friend I'm sorry xx

Harry hesitated before he sent it, feeling weird calling Zayn his friend.

you never hang out with anyone

I do too! I have tons of friends

That was a lie.

name four that you've hung out with outside of school

this friend is new and the first I'm hanging out with outside of school, okay? Can we video chat later?

new? Who is it

Harry rolled his eyes, seeing Zayn coming down the hall dressed and ready to go.

don't to this now. I have to go x

He then slipped his phone back in his pocket, smiling at Zayn.

"Why is your phone pink?" Zayn asked.

"Because that's how I wanted it." Harry said as they left.

His phone dinged again when they got in the car but he ignored it.

"What did you want to chat about?" Zayn asked.

"Um, anything I guess." Harry shrugged, backing out of the driveway.

"There's nothing I can think of to talk about. At least not sober." Zayn said.

"Well...what was that girl getting at on Friday?" Harry asked.

"There are a lot of girls that do stuff on friday, maybe clarify?" Zayn asked in a sassy way.

"The one who's in the play and in our class."

"Naomi?"

"If that's her name. Why did she keep giving you looks during rehearsal? And what did she say to piss you off?" Harry asked.

"She just...acted like she knew a bunch of stuff that she really didn't and it made me mad." Zayn said.

"What does she think she knows?" Harry asked.

"She thinks you and I have something going on and you're cheating on Louis. She also thinks me and Leeroy's twin have a thing going on." Zayn reluctantly admitted.

Harry frowned. "Why? Why would she just....assume that?"

"I don't know." Zayn lied.

"I mean...we don't act like that at all except when we're on stage."

"True. Guess she's just clueless but out to get someone." Zayn shrugged.

"That just doesn't make sense though. Why would she-"

"Okay she overheard us bitching at each other about when you had that panic attack. All she heard was us saying how we wanted to forget it and she assumed that we were talking about you cheating." Zayn said sharply.

"Oh. Well I'll have to talk to her sometime and clear that up." Harry frowned.

"Good luck. She's pretty set on what she thinks she knows." Zayn said, shaking his head.

"Don't worry, I'll handle it maturely." Harry smiled.

Zayn barely nodded, looking out the window.

"So why does she think you and Leeroy's twin have a thing?"

Zayn bit his lip. "Leeroy told her he walked in on us making out."

Harry stiffened. "...Oh."

"Yeah."

"So I mean are you two-"

"No."

"You don't have any-"

"No."

"So it was just-"

"Yep."

"Oh." Harry said again.

"Good." He added.

Zayn looked at him. "There you go again."

"Hm?" Harry hummed, his phone dinging again.

"Why is it good that nothing's going on between Liam and I? Or Niall and I?" Zayn asked.

"Oh, um, I mean I don't actually think it's good, I just say good mainly because I don't know what else to say." Harry said.

"That makes sense." Zayn said sarcastically.

Harry smiled some, shaking his head.

His phone dinged a third time when they came to a stoplight, and with a huff he checked it.

Don't do what??

I just want to know who you're hanging out with. Your friends are my friends

so now I get the silent treatment? great, Harry...

I'm hanging out with Zayn. I'm driving right now I'm not giving you the silent treatment

"You text really fast." Zayn observed.

"Not usually." Harry muttered, putting his phone back down.

"Oh." Zayn said when he realized why Harry's thumbs had been going so fast.

"I'm guessing you want to talk about it."

Harry sighed. "He didn't tell me until the last minute that he was leaving. He wasn't even going to tell me! I had to get it out of him!"

"It could've just been an accident. We all forget stuff."

"But I'm supposed to be his boyfriend! Why wouldn't he want to tell me he's leaving?"

"Maybe to avoid you being angry." Zayn said.

"Oh please, he loves making me angry." Harry scoffed.

"This is something else. He's done this before and each time he does he always does something really sweet for me or buys me a bunch of expensive gifts." Harry said.

"Sounds like he's trying to cover something up." Zayn said.

"Like what? The fact that he just wasn't going to tell me?" Harry asked sharply.

Zayn shrugged. "Or maybe the fact that he fucked up."

"Fucked up? How?" Harry asked quickly.

His phone dinged before Zayn could reply and he checked it while he drove slowly behind another car.

ok baby I'm sorry, I was just concerned. Be careful, I miss you tons xx

Harry frowned at that message.

"He was just ready to bitch me out now he's being all sweet after I told him I'm hanging out with you."

"Maybe you're over thinking this?" Zayn asked.

"Yeah....maybe." Harry said quietly.

"Things just feel weird right now."

"Maybe because your boyfriend is having major mood swings?" Zayn chuckled.

"Yeah, could just be his time of the month." Harry said with a small smile.

"How cliche." Zayn said.

"What?" Harry chuckled at him.

"I'm more of a time of the day kind of guy. Every day is my time of the month. But that's just me."

"That's hot." Harry joked, staring at him.

"More like hot flashes." Zayn joked as well, slapping his knee.

Harry stared at him. "What the hell was that?"

"I don't know! Okay? Just drive!" Zayn laughed, slightly embarrassed.

"Please do that more often that was so great." Harry laughed.

"No, never again." Zayn smiled.

"Please?" Harry begged quietly.

Zayn looked over at him with a fond smile.

"We'll see."