Alright, so this took a lot longer than I expected for such a short chapter. The beginning is a little steamy and I've hardly written anything like that before, so... that's a little embarrassing. This is Bradford Bad Boy, I hope you like it! 

Zayn

I took in a long, slow steady drag of my cigarette, feeling the smoke fill my lungs to the brim until I let it travel out through my nose and mouth, floating past my eyes in a thick stream. Sitting on the damp pavement steps of the back of my bar, facing a relatively empty parking lot, I tightened my thin black jacket around me, the cool breeze of fall sending a chill through me.

I heard a scuffle of steps behind me as I caught the faint smell of hungover morning breath. My shoulders stiffened instinctively as a soft hand began grazing the back of my neck, delicate and nimble fingers gently tugging at my hair. Melting into the motions that felt so good, I blindly set my cigarette down on the pavement and stood up, swiveling around to face the beauty in front of me.

Brushing her hair behind her ear, I stared at her face with pure adoration; lips still swollen pink, sleepy ocean blue morning eyes, and the way her smile was crooked, a perfect imperfection when she was truly relaxed. I rubbed her cheek with the soft pad of my thumb as I leaned down toward her, pressing my lips into hers as I moved my body closer. We both moved as if we were a single being in bed once more.

Trailing my hands down the length of her curvy body, she tugged at my hair with one hand and grabbed my bicep with the other as our tongues mingled, leaving the smell of a fresh smoke mixed with the alcohol from last night in the air.

Panting through our hot kisses as I left kisses from her lips to her jawline she whispered just loud enough so I could hear her over our smacking lips.

"Good morning, baby. I've missed you so much these past few weeks. I don't know what I had been thinking. Last night was amazing." She moaned a quiet whimper as I finally found that sweet spot by her ear.

I smiled against her skin, butterflies exploding in my stomach. I tapped her thighs to signal her to jump. I wrapped my arms underneath her thighs straddling my waist. 

I whispered as if there were no one were in the world but her and I, "I missed you too, I can't believe we took a break. What made you feel differently last night?"

I kept replaying last night over and over in my head, from the time that Harry began arguing with a drunken girl, to when Alex stumbled over to a couch and passed out, with her two "friends" leaving her exposed and vulnerable, to when I went outside to catch her a cab amidst the chaos breaking out between several women outside. It was there that the most beautiful arms in the world wrapped around my waist from behind, and kissed me under the light of the dim lampposts and a thousand stars. I closed up the bar, let Alex sleep on the couch, then I led my love to the spare room in the back - for the perfect night to rekindle our flame.

She stiffened, unwrapping her legs and letting them drop to the ground. She kept her hands at the base of my neck, twirling small tufts of black hair between her soft fingers in a slow manner.

"Like I said, I missed you."

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I found it difficult to focus the rest of the day after seeing her walk around the bar in my t-shirt. But what can I do? When you're whipped, you're whipped and there's nothing you can do about it.

It wasn't until around past noon when I was about to head over to campus to familiarize myself with the layout that I began hearing groaning and grumbling coming from the couch. I don't even know why I let her crash here, besides the fact that I had no idea where she lived and was passed out cold. Even though I may not look it, I still wanted to get a good education - which means not waiting until the last minute to find all my classes.

Meaning no babysitting for me. Meaning asking a favor of a certain person who saved my bar's ass and who I haven't the room to ask favors for.

Trudging up the narrow squeaky wooden stairs leading up to the studio. I finally came to the door, rapping my hand against the old wood a few times, waiting for an answer. I shoved my hands in my pockets out of awkwardness.

"Harry," I called out through the door. "It's Zayn, and I need to ask you a favor."

My voice seemed to linger in the air far more than what I was comfortable with. Just as I was about to turn around, the door swung open, revealing a very very naked green-eyed man. A light blue toothbrush was dangling out of his mouth. His eyebrows raised expectantly, and it was all I could do to not have another glance below his muscles v-line.

Someone was obviously the man of the house, I thought internally.

I cleared my throat, "Hey, listen, my girlfriend and rather hungover friend are downstairs. Would you mind hanging out with them while I head over to the campus? I-I-I just can't exactly watch my friend, and my girlfriend is -"

My attention was soon brought to behind Harry's tattooed figure. Two half naked girls in pink and black lingerie sets were walking out of the bathroom, giggling rather loudly. I could catch just a couple things that were said.

"Oh my god, did he do that with you too?"

"My sex life is ruined."

Harry smirked at my expression, which I'm sure was priceless to him. His dimple moved to the side of his cheek as he spoke.

"Sure, just want me to hang out with them?"

"Yeah - but please don't hit on Stacy, my girlfriend. And promise me you won't walk around like that, man? For the sake of my own manhood." I nervously laughed, trying to divert my attention anywhere else except the girls behind him and the eyes staring at me.

Harry raised his eyebrows again and smiled, almost sincerely. He held out his hand for me to shake.

I turned away, "Sorry dude, I can't shake hands with you when you're like that. I gotta go anyways."

I skipped down the stairs and out of the bar, into the street, his low chuckling echoing down the narrow staircase. 

A/N: So that was that chapter. Some of it I wrote to make myself laugh, some was an idea I have decided to expand in into the next chapters. I'm in a comedy mood, so I'm probably going to make the next chapter a bit on the funny side. I'll either do it from Hazza's perspective or Alex's. Oh hey, what did you think of the chapter? I'm really happy I got this posted on Harry's birthday <3

All the love,

Faye xx

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