Simmer Down and Pucker Up
One
All of my attention and focus was currently wrapped up in a game of angry birds, Zayn had finally ended his phone call and I could feel his eyes burning into me.
“You are beautiful,” I looked up at the sound of his voice, he was smirking as he stared me in the eyes.
“You are full of shit,” I spat back, he laughed and walked over to me, taking the Ipad out of my hands and placing it on the bed next to me.
“Spencer,” He looked into my eyes, “Baby.”
I scoffed, now I was really annoyed, “Don’t ‘baby’ me when two minutes ago you were spewing the same shit to your wife.”
The look on his face told me he was pissed; nobody ever spoke to him the way I did. I looked up at him, challenging his gaze, his face softened as he wrapped me up in his arms, “She’s not my wife; you know that.”
“Oh, you’re right, you’re just engaged to her,” I rolled my eyes, trying to break out of his grip, “No big deal.”
“I’m sorry,” His lips met mine for a brief second, “you know how it is.” His eyes pleaded at me to drop it, but I couldn’t.
I stood up, finally getting out of his grip, “Yeah. I know,” I walked toward the door that lead to Harry’s room and walked in, leaving Zayn and his attitude to fend for himself.
Harry grinned at the sight of me, “Look what we have here.” I let out a laugh as he swooped me up in his arms and spun me around, tossing me on his bed and laying on top of me.
I let out another laugh as he left soft kisses on the exposed parts of my chest and neck, “Shouldn’t you be at soundcheck?”
His eyes were on mine in an instant with a playful glint in them, “Fuck no, why would I go when Zayn’s going to be two hours late anyway?”
His words were muffled as he nuzzled against me, “You smell good.”
I grinned as I grabbed Harry’s arm, wrapping it around me tighter and pushing my body into him, “You’re cozy.”
Harry’s lips found mine, the kiss was soft and sweet, but that didn’t last too long. Harry’s hand smoothly traveled up my body and ended at my breasts feeling all he could before I gently pressed my hand against his chest and pushed him away, his eyes met mine, already knowing what I was going to say so he spoke up instead, “Sorry.”
I laughed as I leaned in and kissed him, “We’re taking it slow, remember?”
The real reason was I didn’t feel comfortable sneaking around with Zayn every night and adding another body to that equation would just result in disaster, but Harry didn’t have to know that. He let out a groan as he stood up and looked down at his jeans, “Well shit, Spence, what the hell am I supposed to do with this?”
He took my hand and placed it directly on his bulge and grinned at me causing me to laugh and hit him on the arm, “Don’t be a perv!”
His laugh filled the room causing me to laugh harder, “I’m sorry,” His gaze softened, “but we really should talk about what is going on here.”
The laughter had ceased and we were serious now, I tried to break his gaze but he didn’t let me, “What do you want to be going on?”
He laughed, “So it’s gonna be like that, huh?”
I nodded, waiting for his answer. He sighed as he ran a hand through his hair, “Spencer, these last few days have been weird, in the greatest way possible, but you are my best friend...”
His eyes landed on mine as he trailed off, “And I want it to stay that way, forever because I would never want to hurt you.”
I laughed as I threw my arms around his neck and pulled him close to me, “Harry, we are always going to be friends no matter what.”
He hovered over me with a mischievous smirk, “Friends who sometimes kiss.”
His lips met mine for the final time before he pushed himself off the bed and walked over to his phone which had just started ringing, “Hey.”
I stood up and walked over to the mirror, taking in my appearance; I looked like shit. I had bags under my eyes from the lack of sleep and emotional turmoil Zayn had been putting me through and these weird make out sessions with Harry weren’t helping either, but with Harry it was simple, we were friends, that was it..
“I’m excited to see, I’m heading down to the venue now; we have all weekend.”
I had no idea who he was talking to, he stuffed his phone in his pocket as he turned to me, “Who was that?”
“Kendall Jenner.”
I laughed, “Oh yeah? Barking up that Kardashian tree? Should I be expecting a sex tape?”
Harry rolled his eyes with a grin, “Stop it. She’s a sweet thing and she just turned 18, so fuck off.”
“Aren’t there better girls to fuck?”
He shook his head as he grabbed my hand and pulled me into his arms, placing a kiss on the top of my head in the process, “Only you and you won’t fuck me.”
I looked up at him, “I never said that.”
I tried to give him my best sexy face and he laughed, “Shut it.” He pulled away from me as his phone began ringing again, “Besides I actually like you, I would be too nervous to keep it up.”
I laughed as I watched him answer his phone and start walking away, “Please deal with Zayn, you are the only one who can handle him.” He called out to me as he walked out of the room before I had a chance to protest.
I sighed, walking over to Harry’s minibar and grabbing myself two mini bottles of vodka out of the fridge, I guzzled one down quickly, reaching for the stale coke that was sitting on top of Harry’s fridge and finishing it off before downing my second shot; now it was time to face Zayn.
When I walked back into Zayn’s room he was right where I had left him, laying on the bed with a bottle of vodka between his legs and his cellphone in his hands. He finished his text before sitting up and looking at me, he took a drink from the bottle and stood up, walking over to me and handing it over. I kept my glare on as I took a drink and handed it back to him, I turned around to walk away, but he grabbed my wrist, pulling me into him with an intense look in his eyes.
“Do you know how it makes me feel when you act like this?”
“I don’t give a shit how you feel,” I snapped.
“I love you,” His grip on my wrist tightened causing me to slightly cringe, “you are my fucking moon and stars and I cannot breathe without you.”
I rolled my eyes, he was making me sick, “If you love me so much then why are you marrying somebody else?”
He walked me backwards, still not letting go of my wrist until my back hit the wall, he placed his hands against the wall, trapping me between them, “I want you. Only you, you are my everything.”
“Then why the fuck are you marrying somebody else?”
“FUCK,” He yelled, proving to me that he was the louder one as he brought his fist up and punched the wall directly next to my head leaving a small hole in its place.
I flinched at his sudden display of rage, “I told you I will deal with it, I’m going to fucking end it. I just need to find the time to break her fucking heart; god dammit, Spencer I fucking told you I was done with her why are you doing this to me?”
“Doing this to you?”
I yelled, pushing him off of me as the tears began rolling down my cheeks, “You’ve been playing these stupid games with me for four years and you think I’m doing this to you? You are fucking engaged to some bitch who you tattooed on your arm like a dumb fuck and now you don’t know how to leave her and are just breaking my heart in the process.”
I couldn’t hold it in anymore, I was sobbing uncontrollably, this boy hard broken me. He walked over to me, forcibly pulling me into his arms and holding me against his chest.
“Baby, please,” He cooed into my ear, “I love you, don’t do this.”
“I love you,” He repeated again making me cry harder.
He placed a kiss on my cheek as he lifted my head up and wiped my tears, our gaze locked and I could see that he was hurting. I was drained at this point as I melted into his arms, he leaned down and captured my lips, filling me up with all the love he couldn’t show.
He pulled away with a sigh as he stood up, “No more fighting, love, it’s showtime.”
Notes
So this story centers around a few of the boys, in the begining the focus will be mostly on Zayn but Harry is a main contendor and will be mention a lot so do not fret my dears ;) Comments mean fast updates!!!
Looooove Zayn!!! I feel kinda sorry for harry!
7/28/14