Simmer Down and Pucker Up
Two
This room was much bigger than the last, we had the next two day’s off before the final Germany show which was in Frankfurt and the hotel staff made sure to go all out when it came to accommodations. That meant all of us to one gigantic room with an infinity pool, hot tub, multiple bedrooms, a bar—people loved my boys.
“Hey,” I looked back at Harry who was fully dressed with sun glasses over his eyes and a cigarette in his mouth.
I pushed myself off of my throne and grabbed my beer, slowly making my way over to him as he stopped at the edge of the pool, “Just get in, you know you want to.”
“You’re naked,” He beamed.
I laughed, “I thought you guys were all asleep.”
Harry shook his head while kicking his shoes off. The cigarette dangled in his mouth as he spoke, “I stayed in Berlin after the show,” He flicked his ciggy onto the ground and took off his shirt, “long night.”
I laughed as I watched him take off his socks, the only thing that was left were the black skinnies that fit him perfectly; “Did you make the sex tape.”
“Fuck off,” He chuckled, “there was some hand stuff and that’s about it.”
He lit up another cigarette, “Zayn got drunk and crazy afterwards and we had to handle that, you’re lucky you were asleep.”
I put the joint out into my beer and swam over to Harry, setting the empty bottle down by his feet, “What happened?”
He looked down at me, smoking as he spoke, “I don’t want to talk about bullshit right now.”
I laughed as I sat up on my knees, “Yeah, then get your ass in the pool already!”
Harry smirked, “Help me.”
“With what?”
“My belt,” He locked our gaze as he extended his hand out to me, helping me to my feet and pulling me closer to him while moving my hand down to the area in question.
“Why do you think you can just put my hand on your penis whenever you want?”
Harry laughed, “You can do the same to me.”
He moved his hand from mine, “Just take it off so we can get in this pool already,” He grinned, “make it sexy.”
I chuckled as I fumbled with his belt before stopping and looking up at him with a smirk, “I can’t seem to get it undone; maybe you should go ask your girlfriend.”
Harry grinned, “She’s not my girlfriend, you know that I don’t do the girlfriend thing; I learned the hard way from that Swift girl.”
I laughed, “Hey now, girl can write a song!”
“You really know how to talk about things that get rid of my boner.”
My mouth dropped open as I hit him in the arm a few times causing him to burst out laughing. His eyes locked on mine and he smirked, wrapping his arms around my waist and lifting me up, throwing me over his shoulder in the process.
I flailed my legs as Harry turned around and started walking away from the pool, “I am naked!”
Harry didn’t seem to care as he made his way inside; “Just be quiet, they’re all sleeping.”
He spoke as he smoothly moved his hand to my ass, using his free one to open the door leading to his private bedroom. He kicked the door closed behind him as he threw me onto the bed and began undoing his belt. I leaned back on my elbows and watched him, curious with his odd behavior.
He turned to me with a smile, handing me a pair of basketball shorts from his suitcase, “You are not allowed to wear a shirt.”
I laughed, taking the shorts and quickly putting them on as he stripped down to his briefs and locked the door. He shut the light off and disappeared out of my sight. I heard him moving in the room and soon enough felt the weight on the bed shift and his hand on my leg, he traced it up as he moved closer to me. I decided not to be completely useless and pulled the blanket over us. Harry snuggled into me, lacing our hand together and placing a kiss on my shoulder.
He sighed, “You’re going to hate me later.”
I turned myself around to face him, placing my hand on his cheek and bringing our lips together, “I don’t think I can ever hate you.”
I tried to go in for another kiss but he stopped me, “I am going to be spending the entire week we have off in Paris with Kendall.”
“Oh,” I was glad it was dark and he couldn’t see my face, “why are you telling me this?”
“Because I care about you,” He kissed my head, “therefore I cannot bang you.”
XXX
When I woke up Harry and his bags were gone, he didn’t waste any time and I am assuming he had ran off to be with Kendall in some other more private hotel. The worst part was that I didn’t really care, I was too caught up on the fact that the moment I stepped out of this room I would have to face Zayn. The one thing that Harry did do for me, and I can always count on him for this, was leaving me half of a joint on the nightstand with a book of matches right next to it.
I didn’t hesitate to light it up as I slowly rose out of the bed, grabbing the plain white T-shirt that Harry had left behind for me and throwing it on. I took another inhale of the joint before putting it out in the ashtray and walking out of the room to face the boys.
Liam was standing at the bar with Louis making some kind of concoction in the blender, I walked over, trying to insert myself into the conversation; “Is this going to kill me?” I asked as I watched Liam pour a good amount of vodka into the blender.
“Maybe,” Louis spoke up as he laid out five cups, placing a straw in each as Liam poured the liquid into the cups, “Cheers, mate.”
I took my cup and took a long drink, making an unpleasant face as the taste of the alcohol hit my tongue. Niall walked over, grabbing one of the cups and taking a drink, “So I was thinking since it is our day off we should go find some girls.”
“Yes,” Liam and Louis answered back enthusiastically causing me to laugh.
I took another drink as I stared at the final cup that went unclaimed, knowing all too well who’s cup it was. I tried not to cringe at the scent of his cologne that filled the air as he walked out of the bathroom with nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist.
“You made me a drink?” He asked as he picked the cup up, taking half of it down in one chug, “How sweet.”
His eyes were on mine as the rest of the guys slowly dispersed, Zayn made his way closer to me, he didn’t speak until he knew he was in the clear, “You look—”
I cut him of, “What do you want from me?”
A frown set on his lips as he placed a hand on my arm, “Let me be nice to you; please.”
I kept my eyes on him, trying to read his face, he seemed genuine which meant that this was probably going to end badly, “Can we just pretend you don’t hate me for the next two days?”
I kept staring at him, not saying a word, “We can have some fun and go out and see the sights; just us two.”
His eyes were begging me, I sighed as I took a drink, standing up in the process, “As of right now,” I paused taking another drink, “I can’t stand to look at you; it makes me sick.”
He averted his gaze to the floor and took a deep breath in, “Fair enough,” he exhaled and looked up at me, “I’m not going to stop trying.”
“I know.”
Looooove Zayn!!! I feel kinda sorry for harry!
7/28/14