Later that day, Zayn and Harry relocated to the guest room for a change of scenery and a bigger screen to watch their movie on.

Zayn chose this time, knowing it was a scary one.

"You should really be paying attention." Zayn said to Harry, who was on his phone.

"If I pay too much attention it'll scare me more. This is my way of coping." Harry said.

He really didn't like scary movies.

"Cope with me. I'll hold you and it won't be so scary." Zayn suggested.

Harry smiled at him. "Okay. Just let me check all my social media accounts real quick."

Zayn playfully rolled his eyes, looking back at the movie.

Harry went on Snapchat first, sneaking a picture of Zayn while he wasn't paying attention.

He covered it with heart stickers, adding it to his story.

Harry was glad Zayn didn't have Snapchat, because he knew he'd kill him for all of the pictures he snuck.

He smiled to himself, and Zayn noticed out of the corner of his eye.

He looked at Harry, looking at his phone just as he closed Snapchat.

"Is that us?" Zayn asked, looking at Harry's wallpaper.

"Yeah. Remember that one picture we took together? The one time that my boyfriend took a picture with me. Once."

Zayn chuckled at him.

"It's so rare of course I'm going to have it as my wallpaper." He said.

"If you want to take more pictures together-"

"Okay." Harry smiled, moving up against him and getting his camera ready.

Zayn rolled his eyes for real this time, sighing.

Harry kissed his cheek, and Zayn stuck his tongue out just as Harry took the picture.

"That's cute." Harry smiled at the picture.

"Now I'll do you." Zayn said, kissing his cheek long enough for Harry to take a picture.

"Wish you would do me." Harry smiled at him.

"That's inappropriate." Zayn chuckled.

"Look, are you satisfied now? Picture wise?"

"For now." Harry smiled, resting his head on Zayn's shoulder and going on Instagram.

Zayn looked back at the movie again, trying to focus but too busy thinking about how nice it felt when Harry was up against him like this.

Harry scrolled through Instagram, tapping away until he saw a picture that made his heart drop.

He forgot that he and Louis were still following each other.

Louis was with some guy with a pretty face, the two of them looking at each other like they were so in love.

Someone else took the picture, and Louis and that guy obviously weren't paying attention.

Harry looked down at the caption.

'So happy I found you babe, you're my everything.'

Harry's face got warm with anger, and he immediately went to unfollow Louis.

But before he could, he was distracted by the pictures Louis had posted recently.

That guy was in each one.

They were holding hands, laughing together, hugging, making silly faces, and even kissing in a few.

Harry went through the pictures, glaring at each one and reading the captions.

Each caption was Louis saying how much he loved and appreciated that guy.

Harry quickly became upset, throwing his phone down on the bed as he felt tears in his eyes.

Zayn looked at him, frowning. "What's wrong? What-"

"Nothing, it's stupid." Harry snapped, getting out of bed and storming off.

Zayn blinked a few times, looking at Harry's phone before he reached over and picked it up.

He looked at the pictures, understanding why they would make Harry a little angry but he didn't get why Harry was that upset.

Zayn got out of bed, going to Harry's bedroom.

"Harry?" He called, walking to the connecting bathroom and knocking on the door.

"Just give me a minute okay?" Harry asked from inside, still crying.

"That's kind of difficult for me." Zayn said.

"Why were you crying over Louis? He's the past."

"Yeah but he never did anything like that for me! He never posted about us or how in love we were! You know what that tells me? He was just using me the whole time for sex! Why does everyone have to use me for sex?" He yelled out, crying harder.

"Harry let me in I want to help." Zayn insisted.

"How can you help?"

"You'll never know if you don't let me in." Zayn said.

Harry jerked the door open. "There. Happy? You've seen me all red in the face and ugly and crying!"

"I've seen you red in the face before for other reasons. I've seen you cry, too. But I've never seen you ugly." Zayn said.

"Whatever." Harry sniffed, wiping his eyes.

"Harry I know it hurts but...forget him. You have to move on just like he obviously has." Zayn said.

Harry looked at him as if he'd just announced he found a cure for cancer.

"You're right." Harry said.

"Well....yeah. I mean I didn't think it was that difficult to figure out."

"No, it wasn't, but hearing you say it really...cleared it up for me. Now I feel stupid."

"Well you're not. Just very emotional. What's your sign?" Zayn asked.

"Shut up." Harry chuckled at him.

"No more crying over the past." Zayn said, stepping close and wiping the rest of his tears away.

"Promise me." He said, looking into his eyes.

"I promise." Harry smiled.

"Good." Zayn said softly, holding his face.

"Can I keep you forever?" Harry asked, gazing at him.

"Most in my family expire around ninety." Zayn said.

"Well can I keep you until then?" Harry asked.

"I suppose. I'll probably last longer if you water me right." Zayn smiled.

Harry chuckled, pulling him into a hug.

"Will you come watch that movie with me now?" Zayn asked, discreetly breathing in the sweet scent of Harry's curls.

"I guess. I kind of want to pay you back for making me feel better so quick. You deserve something in return." Harry said, leaning back and looking into his eyes.

"Exactly, come watch this movie with me. That's what I want." Zayn said.

"Zayn no, that's not what I meant." Harry said quietly, giving him a look.

"Oh." Zayn said when he caught on.

"No, you don't have to do that. Or- anything like that. You're my boyfriend I'm supposed to help you out with stuff like this." Zayn said.

"And I supposed to help you out with stuff like this." Harry said, slipping his hand down Zayn's sweats and grabbing him.

Zayn gasped, making eye contact.

"Can't I help you?" Harry asked softly, giving Zayn that look he knew drove him crazy.

"I- um, I-I don't...uh-"

"Shush." Harry said, mocking Zayn as he kissed him.

"H-Harry no." Zayn said, removing his hand and stepping back.

"Why not? Are you nervous?" Harry asked, although it was quite obvious.

"Um, no I just...think maybe it's kind of soon for that. I don't...it's wrong." Zayn said, shaking his head.

"How is it wrong? I want to." Harry insisted.

Zayn stared at him, thinking about it.

Though, it was hard to think because his cock was throbbing for Harry's touch again.

Zayn looked at Harry's lips, imagining how they'd feel.

Harry began to smirk, and Zayn quickly shook his head again.

"No. Movie time." He said, taking Harry's hand.

"You're so frustrating." Harry laughed, letting Zayn pull him along.

"Me? You're the one that's frustrating." Zayn said.

"Well do something about it." Harry chuckled.

"Just watch this movie with me and don't look at me or undress or be so hot, okay?"

Harry laughed even louder.

"I'm not sure I know how to do that."