"Babe, come on, don't be like that."
Silence.
"Babe, seriously, what do you want me to do? Tell me what you want me to do and I'll do it."
"I want you to go have fun on your date Zayn. A fancy dinner on Valentine's Day, doesn't that sound romantic. Maybe you should propose, oh wait, you already did," Harry said sarcastically, crossing his arms and looking anywhere but at me.
I tossed my hands up and continued pacing in front of him. He'd been like this all day, ever since I'd gotten back from the meeting and told him the news. He'd pout and pout but whenever I told him that I'd tell management to go fuck themselves, that there was no way that I was going out, alone, with Perrie, on Valentine's Day, he'd say that I had to do it. Then the pouting would begin again.
Which isn't to say that I hadn't pouted when Nancy's robotic voice on speaker phone had told me that I had to take Perrie out for a romantic dinner date tonight. But it was pretty hard to make the fact that you were pouting evident during a conference call, so I'd settled for letting out a string of expletives instead.
All of my complaints were immediately shut down, words like contracts and responsibility and scandal being thrown around. In truth I was surprised that it'd taken this long for someone to insist that I take Perrie out. Don't get me wrong, we had been seen in public on dates far too many times for my liking since she'd joined the tour, but up until this point I had made sure that they were always group outings, so that once we were past most of the cameras I could drop her hand and ignore her completely, as long as we were sitting close enough to not arouse suspicion.
But apparently tonight, being Valentine's Day, was the perfect opportunity for us to go out on a romantic date, just the two of us. So here I was, trying to get my boyfriend to give me a kiss before I went out with my fiancée. How fucked up was that?
"I'm sorry Harry," I said, dropping to my knees in front of him. "I promise I'll be thinking of you the entire time. And I'll make it up to you as soon as I get back, yeah?"
Harry shrugged, still not looking at me. "I've gotta go, but please, give me a kiss. Come on babe..." I pleaded, lifting his chin so that I could see his face.
He let out a deep breath. "Fine. You look very nice by the way...too nice," he grumbled, fingering the collar of my suit. I leaned forward to give him a peck but his grip on my jacket tightened and he pulled me forward until I was lying on top of him on the bed. He slid his one of his hands into my quiff and the other down to my ass. I grabbed his biceps as he slipped his tongue in my mouth, kissing me hard and deep until I was a panting, needy mess. By the time he pushed me off of him I could barely remember my own name, let alone that I was about to be late for my date.
"Just something to remember me by. Have fun with Perrie," he sneered as he stood and walked out of the room. I groaned, more frustrated by the situation that ever. Thinking about the evening ahead immediately killed my boner, so I grabbed my room key and headed out, pausing only to yell out a quick I love you to Harry, which wasn't returned.
I was knocking on Perrie's door a few minutes later. She did not look impressed when she opened it. In fact she looked downright pissed.
"Jesus Zayn, you look like you just got fucked. Have you not looked in a mirror?" she asked, pulling me into her room. I looked at the mirror above her wet bar and saw that she was right; I did look like I had just been fucked. My hair was a mess, my suit was wrinkled and my lips were red and swollen. I straightened myself up as best I could, not wanting anyone to see me like this and assume that I had just had sex with Perrie.
"Better?"
"It'll have to do, since we're already late. Come on," she ordered, grabbing me by the hand and pulling me out of the room. I didn't even flinch at the contact, a fact that I found truly upsetting. Things were more twisted than ever if I was getting used to pretending to be with her. But the truth was, as long as I kept telling myself that I was doing it for the band and the fans, it really wasn't so different than the acting I had to do on nights when I would have given my left nut to have a quiet night at home alone but instead found myself onstage, performing for thousands of screaming girls. Hell, if I was myself all the time I probably wouldn't have any fans.
We got to the restaurant and through the appetizers with little incident. We'd been speaking as little as possible, which was fine by me. When we did have to talk we were sticking to neutral - boring - topics, but when it came to Perrie I'd take boring over psycho any day. But apparently Jesus hated me, because the respite from animosity was short lived.
"So Zayn, don't you think I deserve to know what's really going on with you and Harry?" I stiffened at her words, not liking the spiteful way she said Harry's name.
"Actually, I think you don't deserve a goddamn thing from me, but I'll tell you anyway. He's my best friend, and I sure as shit would rather be with him right now than you."
"So, you're just friends huh?" I didn't respond, torn between wanting to tell her exactly how much more than friends Harry and I were and not wanting to piss her off enough that she'd cause a scene, be it in this restaurant or in the papers. So I ignored her and focused on finishing my drink, glad that I had ordered a double. "So I guess you're totally fine with the fact that he's on a date with Jade right now, and my oh my, don't they look cozy."
My head shot up to see her smirking so much that I was sure she had to be bullshitting me, but then she inclined her head and I looked over to see Harry and Jade standing near the bar. The shock of seeing him where I wasn't expecting him, and of seeing him with Jade, kept me in my seat for a minute, but when Jade raised her glass to me and hooked one of her fingers through his belt loop (his fucking belt loop that no one, and I mean no one, should ever touch but me) I jumped out of my chair so fast that I knocked it over.
The noise caused Harry to look my way and I could tell by the lack of surprise on his face that he'd known that I'd be here, that he'd somehow found out which restaurant I was going to be at and intentionally followed me here, but not before stopping to pick up a date. I was sure that he could tell how pissed I was even from across the room, and he gave me a nervous smile. I finally remembered where I was and picked my chair up, sitting back down at the table with as much dignity as I could muster, which wasn't very much considering the fucked up situation that I found myself in. Who had I pissed off in a former life that I now found myself on a date with my fake fiancée while my secret boyfriend sat across the room on a date with Perrie's best friend?
It was more than a little disturbing how delighted Perrie seemed to be at the turn the night had taken. She didn't shut up about it for the rest of the evening, describing in great detail everything that she could see Harry and Jade doing. I ignored her, fuck I ignored them all, focused just on getting through dinner. I only let her get through half of her meal before declaring the "date" over. I stood up and started to leave without waiting for her, knowing that she would follow. She did, and I'd almost made it out of the restaurant without looking at Harry, when the urge to see him became so strong that I couldn't help but glance at him as I walked out the door.
He was staring right at me, as I suspected he'd been doing all night, and the look of longing he gave me was so sweet that I knew I couldn't stay mad at him. After all, he'd obviously put a lot of effort into following me here, and I couldn't really blame him for being out on a fake date with Jade when I was out on one with Perrie.
I gave him a small smile, and when I saw how happy he looked to receive it I would have given anything to be able to beckon to him and to take him home with me right that moment, where we could be alone for a few hours and try to forget about all this bullshit. But instead I let Perrie wrap her arm around my waist and plastered on a smile, a smile that was much bigger but much less sincere than the one I'd just given Harry.
We parted ways when we reached the hotel lobby, her strolling to the lift with a spring in her step, obviously convinced that she'd somehow gotten even more of an upper hand in this stupid game she insisted we keep playing. I headed for the hotel bar, not wanting to go sit in my empty room while Harry was out. I hated that we were apart on Valentine's Day, and I prayed that he would be back soon, before my anger could get the best of me again.
He must have been thinking about me too, because he texted me before I'd finished my first drink.
HARRY: Where are you?
ZAYN: At the hotel bar. Where are you?
He didn't respond, but I saw him walk in a few minutes later. I immediately felt a weight lift off of my chest and I grinned brightly at him, though my smile faded when I saw Jade walk in after him. What the actual fuck?
She slid into the circular booth before Harry could and since I was on the other end he had no choice but to slide in after her. She scooted right up to me, wrapping an arm around my waist and giving me a kiss on the cheek.
"Happy Valentine's Day Zayn," she purred. "Where's Perrie?"
"She went to bed. Did you two have a good time on your date?" I asked, my eyes locked with Harry's.
"It was fun," she said, at the exact time that he answered, "It wasn't a date."
I chuckled and waved the waiter over. I was obviously going to need more alcohol to get through the rest of the night.
We chatted a bit about the tour after I ordered a round of shots, though Harry seemed distracted. It wasn't until I noticed his burning gaze that I realized that Jade had never removed her hand from my waist. Once I noticed her hand I realized how often she was touching Harry and me both. She'd always been a bit of a flirt, but this was ridiculous, especially if she thought that she'd just been on a real date with Harry.
Harry ordered two more rounds of shots as soon as the first one arrived, and I gave him a look, trying to figure out if he was pissed or just looking to get drunk. It soon became apparent that I was the one he wanted to get drunk, since he kept sliding his drinks my way. I happily drank them, hoping that he was planning to take advantage of me when we were finally alone.
Several shots later and I was drunk and half hard from pretending that it was Harry's hands on me and not Jade's. She excused herself to go to the loo and I pulled him over, wanting him to touch me. He slid closer until he was right next to me, and his eyes were brighter than they deserved to be considering how much he'd had to drink.
He cocked his head at Jade's retreating figure. "She really wants to fuck you."
I laughed, not giving much of a fuck about her when I had everything I wanted right in front of me. "I think she wants to fuck both of us."
"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"
I shrugged, not seeing where he was going with this.
"Threesome," he said loudly, making me feel about a million years old as I shushed him and looked around to see if anyone had heard him. When I looked back at him he was grinning, a smile that managed to be innocent and dirty at the same time, and I knew that he wasn't kidding.
"You're mad. She's best friends with Perrie, who, let me remind you, she thinks I'm about to marry."
"Don't you see, that's why it's so perfect. She's friends with Perrie and she's in Little Mix and she's famous, so she'd be just as fucked as us if this got out. She'd never be able to go public."
As much as I hated to admit it, the idea intrigued me, and I had to shift in my seat as I imagined fucking her while Harry watched, or touching him as he made her moan.
"But what if we got jealous?" I asked, knowing how crazy it made me to imagine Harry hooking up with someone else.
"What could you possibly be jealous about babe? She's a nice enough girl, but she means nothing to me. You mean everything, and I want to share this experience with you. I wanna get off watching you fuck her."
I groaned at the thought of it, and I knew that there was no way I was going to tell him no. I gave him a small nod and he beamed at me in response. "For real? Are we really going through with this?" he asked, sounding as excited as a kid on the last day of school.
My mind was torn between images of all we could do with Jade and all of the ways that this could backfire on us, but to my alcohol infused brain the benefits of a threesome were definitely standing out to me more than any potential consequences. I found myself nodding again, a bit more firmly this time, as I looked up at Jade, who was making her way back to the table.
Holy shit, were we really going through with this?