Third POV:

"Are you sure it's gonna work? " Harry sighs as him and Lenny stand in front of Harry's house.

Lenny is too busy sipping on his drink from Starbucks , the one Harry has bought him so he can tell him the plan. Lenny finally catches on when he feels Harry's glare burning him alive. He holds a thumb up before he swallows the drink in his mouth.

"Positive. " He grins.

Harry gives him a suspicious look before he shrugs. "Okay. "

"Aren't you gonna invite me in? " Lenny cocks an eyebrow when Harry doesn't make a move to invite him inside.

"No. " Harry replies without even thinking.

Lenny pouts. "Puta. " He gives Harry a side hug and skips on his way to his own house.

"Don't forget to text me what happens. " He yells over his shoulder.

Harry rolls his eyes and opens the front door. He walks in to find his little sister in the living room with their little cousin. Harry doesn't even remember the girl's name.

That's how bad his relationship is with his family.

They are watching the lame Dora the whora , Harry mentally snickers.

Jasmine squeaks and jumps off the couch towards Harry when she notices him in the room.

"Little bug. " Harry laughs when he picks her up to kiss her cheeks. She hugs him tightly and kisses him back.

"How's my annoying little bug? " He raises an eyebrow when she huffs at him.

"Not a bug! " He puts her down with an amused look.

"Hi. " He waves at the little girl who is looking at him with a big smile.

"Hi Haz. " She giggles back with a wave. He feels bad that this small girl knows his name while he doesn't even remember who her parents are.

"Mom and dad are here? " He asks even though he knows the answer.

"No , Kayla is. " His sister answers. She mentions towards the kitchen where the maid is.

"Alright , have you two eaten? " He questions.

Jasmine shakes her head. "Mommy and daddy will come soon. "

Harry nods his head. "I will be in my room. "

He walks upstairs when he feels his phone buzzing. He scans the screen to find that Zayn is calling.

Harry waits till the call ended and he opens Lenny's contact to text him.

-The plan has started.

He hits send and puts his phone down on the night stand and goes to take a quick shower.

Zayn frowns down at his phone when Harry doesn't answer. He has stayed a little late in the school library with Lenny to study and time flew. He wants to know if Harry is still in school so he can give him a lift but it looks like there are only a few people left in school.

"Why don't we have lunch together? " He hears Leo's voice from behind him.

He turns around and shrugs at him. "Yeah , why not? "

Leo grins and starts to walk down the hall. Zayn looks down at his phone again and sighs before he follows behind Leo.

Zayn parks his car at the cozy looking cafe and they climb out of the car. They enter and sit on a random table.

Zayn is so concentrating on his phone waiting for it to ring that he doesn't hear Leo calling his name.

"Zayn? " Leo touches his arm to get his attention.

"Yeah? " Zayn snaps out of his trance.

"I have called your name more than ten times but you're just staring down at your phone. " Leo furrows his eyebrows looking at the tanned skin guy.

"Yeah , sorry. "

"So what are you gonna order? " Lenny points at the waiter. Zayn didn't even notice him standing there the whole time.

"Ah , cheese burger with large fries. " Zayn replies. The waiter nods and leaves after taking Leo's order.

Leo excuses himself to go to the bathroom and Zayn can't help but pick up his phone and call Harry's number again. Zayn waits for him to pick up but there's still no answer making Zayn let out a curse.

He decides to send him a text so when Harry sees it he can call him back.

-U okay? Why aren't you answering your phone?

As soon as he presses send , Leo is walking back to the table.

Their order arrives and they start to eat. Leo is rambling about random things while Zayn is just letting a 'yeah' or an 'okay' or humming to what the guy is saying because he isn't paying any attention. He is waiting for a call and it's getting frustrating with every minute that passes without hearing his phone ringing.

The smaller guy catches on that Zayn's mind is somewhere else so he decides to just shut up and eat in silence.

Soon , they finish their food and Zayn pays before they walk back to his car.

They get in the car and Zayn drives off but not before sending another text to the person who is gonna make him lose his fucking patience if he doesn't answer back.

"You okay there? " Leo asks throughout their ride.

Zayn looks at him then back at the road. "Yeah , why? "

When Leo doesn't answer , Zayn looks back at him again to see him looking down. Zayn follows his eyes to see he is staring at Zayn's bouncing leg.

Zayn instantly stops it ; he hasn't even realized that he is bouncing his leg all this time. They sit there in an uncomfortable silence till he parks in front of Leo's house.

Leo climbs out the car and waves at Zayn then he walks towards his house. Zayn glances at his phone for like the hundredth time but there aren't any notifications.

Harry smirks down at his phone as he reads Zayn's second text.

-Are u mad at me?

He flips his hair in victory because Zayn is not a double-texter kind of person.

He hears a knock on his bedroom's door. "What? " He yells.

The door is opened to reveal his mother. "Lunch is ready , come down. " She gives him a smile before she leaves.

He looks at the text one more time before he closes his phone and puts it in his jogger's pocket.

He walks downstairs to find his parents sitting at the table with his littler sister and cousin. He sits down on a chair with no greetings.

"Hello to you too , son. " His father snorts.

Harry rolls his eyes and looks at the plate in front of him. Chicken pasta with Alfredo sauce and mash potatoes.

He digs in and it really tastes good.

"How is your boyfriend? Zayn right? " His mother tries to start a conversation.

"We are not together. " Harry shrugs as he licks the sauce from the corner of his mouth.

"Teenagers always say this. " His mother sings teasing him.

His phone starts to buzz again so he takes it out to find Zayn is calling. He puts it back in his pocket and resumes eating.

"Aren't you gonna answer that? " His father looks at him with a raised eyebrow.

"No. " Harry answers.

His parents share a look but don't comment on it.

"Fuck this! " Zayn yells suddenly and throws his phone on his bed.

His mother is walking by his room when she hears him. She knocks on his door before opening it with a worried look.

"What's wrong , hun? Why are you yelling? " She asks.

Zayn sighs in frustration. "Nothing , mom. "

"It doesn't look like nothing. " She says before walking in the room and closing the door behind her.

She takes a seat beside him on the bed and rubs his back. "Tell me what is bothering my baby. "

Zayn looks at her before sighing again. "It's just... this person.. " He trails off not knowing how to tell her.

"Oh , so a love problem? " She smiles softly at him.

"No one said anything about love but it's just.. frustrating. " He groans.

She is about to say something when he cuts her off. "He is so fucking confusing , I don't even know what he wants. He keeps playing me and it's really getting to me. "

His eyes widen when he realizes that he has just admitted that he is talking about a male. He looks at his mother hesitantly to find that her eyebrows are raised in surprise.

"So it's a he? " She finally talks.

Zayn nods. "Are you angry? " He asks not sure what his mother is feeling.

She shakes her head quickly. "Not angry , just surprised. "

"Yeah , I get it. " Zayn comments.

"Is he the curly haired one? Harry? " She wonders.

Zayn nods with a frown. "How did you know? " She has seen Leo so why hasn't she assumed it was him?

"The way he looks at you. " She shrugs.

"The way he looks at me? What do you mean? " Zayn asks totally confused.

"Whenever you're not looking at him , he looks at you with this look that holds admiration. I believe. " His mom replies looking sure of it.

"And that boy wants your attention all the time and that's one thing I'm sure of. " She laughs when Zayn nods quickly.

"Tell me about it. " He rolls his eyes with a small smile.

"So what's the problem then? " She wonders.

"I have been calling and texting him the whole day and he won't answer. I don't even know what I did that made him avoid me like this. " Zayn scoffs looking completely annoyed.

"Go over to his house then. " His mother states.

Zayn snaps his head towards her. "What? Are you serious? "

She nods making him shake his head. "No , I will look desperate. Plus , he obviously doesn't care from what it looks. "

His mother shakes her head disagreeing with him. "Maybe you did something without noticing that got him acting like this or maybe there's something going on with him. " She explains.

Zayn thinks about it a bit. "Do you think? "

"Yes and it's up to you. " She stands up and walks to the door.

Before she can walk out , she turns around. "You clearly like that boy. " She throws him a knowing smirk and walks out.

Harry has his headphones on and the music is so loud he doesn't hear the banging on his bedroom's door.

His mom barges in with an angry look. Harry takes off his headphones with a bored look.

"Yes? "

"I have been knocking for ages! " She glares at him with a pissed off look.

Harry groans. "What do you want , mom? "

"Your boyfriend is downstairs. Should I send him up? " She informs him.

"Zayn is here? " Harry gasps with wide eyes.

"Did I stutter? " She replies with a sassy tone.

Harry thinks quickly not knowing what to do.

"Tell him I'm sleeping! " Harry quickly says and mentions for his mother to get out with his hand.

She looks at him with unamused look. "Why? The guy is right downstairs! " She huffs.

"Just do what I'm telling you! " Harry cries out quietly.

"Whatever. " She leaves the room.

His heart is bounding and he is starting to regret the whole plan thing.

He opens Lenny's contact and texts him.

-I swear if the plan doesn't work .. I'm gonna kill you!

His phone buzzes and he checks it but his heart drops when he sees that the text is not from Lenny. It's from Zayn.

-I know you're not sleeping , I'm not that stupid. I'm not gonna let you play me like this when I didn't even do anything, Harry! One more thing... FUCK YOU!

Harry's eyes start to sting and his throat is hurting meaning that he is on the verge of tears. He is so fucking mad at himself , at Lenny and at Zayn. He has never let anyone get to his feelings like this and it sucks. He hates those new feelings and he wants to get rid of them.

Another buzz and he opens the new text from Lenny.

-Trust me it won't. I promise. He will come crawling , puta! and you can't kill me cuz am a bad bitchhh

Lenny's words gives him a little slight of hope so he closes the message and goes back to listening to The Weeknd.

Zayn parks the car angrily in front of a random small looking cafe almost crashing into the car in front of him. He gets out of the car and slams the car's door harshly.

How dare Harry still plays him like that? Didn't he get enough of teasing , bullying and annoying him? Didn't he get tired from playing with his feelings like that? Didn't he get bored with all of this shit?

Zayn slumps down on a booth with a tired and annoyed sigh. He is really fed up with Harry's attitude and games.

"Do you need anything? " He hears a delicate voice.

He opens his eyes to see a beautiful looking girl standing by him with a note in her hand. She must be a waitress.

"Yeah , anything to cool me off. " He replies.

She gives him a worried glance before nodding. "Are you alright if you don't mind me asking? "

Zayn shrugs his shoulders. "No , but I will deal with it. "

She spares him a sympathetic look before walking off to grab his order. Ten minutes later , she is back with his drink.

"This will help you and it really tastes good. " She offers him a smile.

"Thank you. " Zayn smiles back.

"I always drink it whenever I'm not on good terms with my boyfriend. " She states.

"Then it should help me. " Zayn sighs.

"So a girlfriend matters? " She dares to ask.

"He is not actually a girl. " Zayn speaks out loud thinking about Harry's vagina.

"So a boyfriend? " She questions.

"He is not my boyfriend either. "

She makes a face. "That sounds complicated. "

Zayn nods taking a sip from the drink. "Believe me , it is. " The drink surprisingly tastes really good.

"Did you try to talk to him? "

Zayn looks at the girl who is trying to help. "Even went to his house but he is a one stubborn bitch. "

The girl laughs loudly before covering her mouth.

"Actually I do that whenever I need my boyfriend to work hard for me. Like , he needs to come begging so I know that he really needs me and that he isn't playing. Plus , it's good to know how much a person can do to have you. " She explains.

Zayn's mind clicks , can Harry get to this extent for his attention?

"Do you really think he can do all of this to get me running after him? " Zayn asks with big wide eyes.

"I bet! " She winks.

Suddenly , Zayn slams his hand down on the table making the girl jump in surprise.

"I swear if this is true... " He groans running his hand over his face.

Come to think of it , Harry is this petty.

Harry is laying in his bed at 1 am thinking deep. He is regretting going on with the plan because Zayn hasn't called or texted since the last message. He must have given up.

Lenny brings nothing but trouble.

Harry is overthinking that he is sure that Zayn has gone to Leo and he spent his time having fun there. He is so mad at himself.

He starts to zone off due to all the thinking but his phone buzzes snapping him out.

His heart skips a beat when he reads Zayn's name on the screen. He quickly opens the message.

-Harry I know you're awake , I can see your bedroom's light is on. I'm waiting outside and if you don't come out in 5 min , I'm breaking in your house.

Harry gasps and he quickly gets off his bed. He peaks through the window to find Zayn in fact leaning on his car outside and he is looking right at Harry's window. Harry quickly pulls away from the window not knowing what to do.

He knows that this time Zayn is not playing. He has no choice but to meet him outside.

He grabs a hoodie and puts it on before sneaking out of the house. Zayn's eyes don't trail off him the whole time he is walking towards him.

"H-hi. " Harry whispers when he reaches Zayn.

Zayn doesn't reply and continues to stare at him blankly. Harry starts to get nervous and he fidgets while standing there.

"You're a fucking idiot. " Zayn finally speaks.

"What? " Harry's eyes widen at Zayn's deep tone.

Zayn holds up a hand meaning to shut the hell up.

"Getting jealous over someone I don't even have second thoughts about. " He speaks.

Harry frowns then his stare turns into a glare.

"I'm not jealous you fucking dumb nerd! " He growls.

"Then what's with all the attitude and the whole avoiding me thing? " Zayn cocks an eyebrow as he folds his arms in front of his chest.

"Nothing! I'm not doing anything , you're just assuming. " Harry huffs avoiding Zayn's eyes.

"Bullshit. " Zayn spats.

"Look Harry! He is my friend , you're also! " Zayn scoffs.

Harry remembers the last rule and he has never felt so much anger runs through his body.

"Oh really? So I'm your damn friend now? " Harry mocks what Zayn has just said.

"You know what? Fuck you! I'm done here. " He pushes Zayn's chest and turns around to leave but he is grabbed and yanked back into a hard chest.

His mouth is covered with Zayn's making his eyes widen. He stands there letting Zayn molest his precious full lips.

Finally , Zayn pulls back and he resets his forehead against Harry's. His lips are hovering over the smaller guy's ones.

"You're so fucking dumb , I swear. " He chuckles. "I knew that would get some reaction out of you. " He smirks.

"A-hole. " Harry can't help but let out a small laugh and slaps Zayn's chest.

"Petty. " Zayn pecks his lips one more time before pulling back completely.

"So what now? " Harry mumbles after a few minutes of silence. The only sound heard , is the wind passing by.

"What? " Zayn plays dumb.

"You know what I mean. " Harry rolls his eyes.

"Do you wanna go on a date? " Zayn asks looking so damn serious.

"Now? " Harry looks at him like he has lost his mind.

"I don't see the problem. " Zayn replies with a shrug.

"It's one in the morning , dumbass. " Harry reasons with him.

"And that what it makes it more unique and exciting. " Zayn grabs his waist gently pulling Harry into him.

Harry looks down at himself. "I'm in a jogger and a hoodie. " He looks up at Zayn to find a smile playing at his lips.

"So? " Zayn steals a quick kiss. "A damn snack. " Zayn proves his words with a tight squeeze to Harry's ass making his cheeks turn pink.

"You better buy me a whole lotta food. " He smirks evilly as he shoves Zayn aside and gets in the passenger seat.

"You got it , Lolita. " Zayn laughs and gets in the driver seat.

Harry quickly types a quick text to Lenny.

-I owe you big time , motherfuckaaah