Harry isn't sure he has ever been this drunk before but then again he has never really been out partying with people who aren't his own band members and he has also never drank MMMHops before so how was he supposed to know that only two could be his limit? Though he is pretty sure he has had more than two..maybe it's been three or four.
"Didn't expect you to bring a friend to the bar tonight Tay," a voice speaks from beside the man who Harry had agreed to come out drinking with after the Tulsa concert. Taylor had promised him no one here would care who he was and that no one would interrupt their partying and Harry almost wants to tell him off but he stops mid mouth open when he sees who it was that was speaking and he feels his cheeks heat up, knowing at least partially that it's his own reaction to the new person here and not the alcohol swimming in his blood stream.
"Zac," Taylor smiles and Harry is sure from the smile Taylor gives his brother that he isn't sorry for not telling Zac about having company. "Didn't figure you'd mind one more person on our weekly drinking night."
Harry is sure he sees Zac roll his eyes before he speaks to answer Taylor, "I wouldn't mind...if it wasn't him," he says so plainly and it's that moment that Harry feels as if half of his heart has shattered because what the fuck, his childhood crush obviously doesn't like him and really he shouldn't be surprised because he knows from extensively following the band that Zac is a music snob and hates most of the mainstream stuff.
"What's wrong with me?" Harry asks before he can stop himself which only makes both Zac and Taylor turn to look at him with the same curious expression. "I mean I don't ever remember offending someone as handsome as you," he speaks rather too loud putting on the charm for Zac. At least he can blame this on the alcohol as he is known to be a pretty well loved up drunk and that has caused many awkward situations between him and his band mates.
Taylor snickers like a child at Harry's last words, "Yeah, what is wrong with him?" he asks and Harry can hear the teasing in his voice which is only making Zac glare. "He doesn't remember offending someone as handsome as you," he continues with his words his hands going out to pinch Zac's cheeks. "He called you handsome Z. I think the last time someone has called you handsome was when your wife was trying to get into your pants when she was dating you."
"Shut up," Zac hisses as he gave Taylor a look that Harry was sure could kill the man if looks were indeed possible of killing but luckily for Taylor they aren't. "I don't really want to talk about Kate tonight, she's the reason I came to get drunk. I'm guessing our guest can be the reason I get even more drunk."
Harry blushes more as Zac gives him a pointed look and he moves from his seat, the room spinning slightly but it doesn't stop him from walking to the other side of Zac and he plops down taking a seat, "I really would love to know what I did to your handsome face to make you hate me so much," he speaks as he finds his hand slowly moving to Zac's leg to rest there.
And he is being the loved up drunk again and he isn't sure if Zac is shooting him a look to kill or not but he doesn't even move his hand. He keeps it there feeling bold. It's not every day he can get drunk and try to flirt with his childhood celebrity crush, even if said crush hates him. Harry swears that maybe he can win Zac over.
"For starters your hand is in places it shouldn't be," Zac answers as he reaches down to remove Harry's hand. "And well...give me time to be around you long enough and I can probably think of more."
Harry smirks at Zac's words and puts his hand back on his leg, "But what if I like my hand there?" he asks as his voice goes to a seductive tone that he has used on many men before. If management knew he was doing it now especially in such a crowded place they'd probably have his head though because god forbid their closested pop star get outed. They have to keep him looking available even if Harry wants nothing more than to come out and be free.
"Or maybe I like it here even better," Harry continues as his hand goes farther up Zac's leg right into thigh territory and he swears he can see the man blush. "You were always my favorite. Pretty sure I had one too many wank sessions with your pictures in my bathroom," he confesses his voice again going a little too loud.
Zac blushes or at least Harry thinks he does and again he moves Harry's hand but this time he says nothing and he just turns and orders his drink.
Harry isn't sure how he feels about being ignored but he feels hurt and he isn't sure why. Many a men and women would love to be in Zac's shows and to prove his point he turns to the man sitting on the opposite of him and begins to flirt, this time getting the reaction he had wanted from Zac and before he knows it or can even comprehend what is happening he finds himself on some floor moving a little to close to a guy whose name he isn't actually one hundred percent sure of.
The only things he is sure of right now is the fact that Zac and Taylor have been watching him the whole time he has been out here dancing with this man and they also have been in what looks like a heated discussion with Zac looking more pissed off each time Taylor says something or each time he happens to steal a glance towards Harry and his new friend, whose hand Harry can feel is dangerously close to his bum.
It's then that he hears someone clear their throat and when Harry turns his head he is surprised to see Zac because when did Zac leave Taylor? and as he looks towards the bar he notices Taylor is gone so when did Taylor even leave? Has Harry really been paying that much attention this stranger or has the alcohol just affected him that much?
"I need to drive you to the hotel now," Zac grits out as he reaches out and takes Harry away from the man too quickly which causes Harry to stop and just hold onto Zac, burying his head in Zac's neck.
"You smell really good handsome," Harry mutters before giggling as he finds his head lifting enough so he can look at Zac who just doesn't look pleased but before Zac can reply he hears the man he was dancing with complaining and saying something about the bitch being his tonight and that Zac can find his own bitch to take home.
Harry is offended by the guys words and he wants to turn around and say something but he doesn't. Instead Zac does it for him and he just stands there drunk and confused as to why Zac is defending someone he hates or Harry swears Zac hates him, he hated that Harry was here.
Zac walks away from Harry, which Harry could really kick him for as the room is spinning again but he doesn't kick Zac, not when Zac throws a punch at the man who called him a bitch. "He isn't a bitch," Zac mutters through his teeth and Harry knows better than to correct Zac, because really he can be a cock slut for the right man but most of the time he tops.
When Zac walks back to him Harry just groans as Zac grabs his wrist and pulls him out of the bar. "Where is Taylor?" he asks as they get outside and the fresh air hits him like a ton of bricks. It's not cold for September but it feels cooler than the bar felt. "And can you please slow down? I don't want to get sick," he requests, surprised when Zac finally does slow down.
"Taylor had to go home to his wife," Zac hisses out as he lets go of Harry's wrist. "Said I could take you to your hotel because I have no wife to report home to at a certain time anymore."
Harry stops in his tracks partly because of Zac's confession but also because of his stomach which feels queasy so he bends over, really hoping he doesn't lose the contents of his stomach. "You're married though," he whines out as he takes a few deep breaths though they don't seem to help him any.
"Was..well will be," Zac corrects himself and Harry hears his footsteps come a bit closer to where he is bent over. "She's divorcing me. Says she can't stay with someone who she found giving head to another man," he spits out so carelessly that it surprises Harry. "Even though I'm not gay. Honestly," he mutters and Harry wonders who Zac is trying to convince. Himself, Harry, or maybe even Kate though she isn't here right now.
"Maybe you're bi," Harry pipes up when he finally stands upright, surprised by how close Zac really is now.
Zac just shakes his head at that idea, "I don't like dick period," he mutters through gritted teeth and Harry thinks the way Zac's jaw clenches may be the hottest thing he has seen in awhile.
Harry laughs lightly but watches as Zac glares and turns his back and Harry follows behind him until they reach a truck. It's then that Zac unlocks the door and opens the passenger side, helping Harry up and inside but before Zac can shut the door Harry stops him, "If you didn't like dick I don't think your mouth would have been around one," he shrugs before giving Zac a smile only again to be met with a glare from Zac and that damn clenched jaw that Harry swears will be the death of him.
"Just shut up Styles," Zac tells him as he finally shuts the door while Harry feels himself blushing as he collapses against the seat he is sitting in. Zac called him by his last name and he has butterflies in his stomach that aren't the result of too much alcohol consumption. They're there because his childhood celebrity crush has addressed him by his last name even if he was telling him to shut up and God Harry really feels like such a fan girl right now.
When Zac gets in the truck Harry looks at him as he turns the radio on, "You know I did mean it when I said you smelled good," he speaks deciding to drop the gay issue for now. "I also meant it when I said I used to wank to your pictures in bathrooms."
"And I meant it when I said shut up Styles," Zac tells him plainly as he reaches to turn the radio on once the car is on the road and an old song that Harry barely knows the words too filters in. It's one about someone driving you home and so he just sighs and goes silent as he looks out the window, deciding to give Zac what he wants. Silence.
"I hate you because you're out," Zac finally speaks after a few moments of just the song going through the truck and Harry shoots his head towards Zac giving him what he hopes is a confused look. "You asked at the bar why I hated you and it's because you're out and maybe I don't really hate you, I'm just jealous. You're out and I can never be...not all of us can have supporting family or friends or fans."
Harry digests Zac's words, letting them sink in and settle in his system before he gives a harsh laugh, "I'm not all the way out," he responds maybe too much bitter. "At least not to my fans...though I think most suspect and the others are just blind and want a dick they will never have."
"Most do suspect," Zac adds and this time Harry is sure he blushes. "Not that I would know but Taylor checks tumblr and gossip sites. He knows you're shipped with that one band mate of yours, I think he is name is Lewis."
"Louis," Harry corrects him as he stifles a laugh. Leave it Americans to get Louis' name wrong. "And I'm not dating him," he says harshly again almost wanting to tack on an anymore because he had dated Louis since he was sixteen up until he was nineteen then Louis had hurt him in the worst way possible. Louis had dumped him for a girl, had said he just wasn't gay and that he had been confused but now that he had met Eleanor he wasn't confused anymore.
Louis felt sorry though, Harry knew this from the glances Louis gave him every once in awhile but Louis being sorry can't fix what was broken nor can it make Louis gay again though Harry suspects he still is and he had just went back into the closet for some unknown reason.
"I want to be out to my fans though," Harry continues in Zac's silence. "But management won't allow me. May make us lose fans and I have to seem available. Have to seem straight so every December I have to get a new girl cause god forbid I be seen as anything but a womanizer," he spits out hating the damn image he has to live with until the contract ends. Then he can be free but sometimes he just wants to out himself anyway or have himself get outed somehow.
After his declaration the truck falls silent again and maybe that's okay. Maybe they both need silence after everything they have said, Harry thinks and when Zac pulls into the parking lot of the hotel where he is staying until he has to be at the airport tomorrow Harry unbuckles but hesitates before leaving the truck and Zac behind for good.
Licking his lips he turns to face him, "If you ever feel like coming out to your family, just ask Taylor to call me," he smirks putting on a brave face. "I don't think I'd mind being the first guy you fuck after you come out."
Zac laughs at that which makes Harry smirk even more because it's the first time Zac has been semi civil to him all night, "I don't think I want to fuck you. I'm not even sure you're my type."
"What better way to find out then fucking me?" Harry asks as he feels himself blush.
"I think you just want to say you fucked me," Zac speaks and Harry can tell he is teasing. Harry isn't sure what has made Zac okay with him now but he'll take it and maybe tomorrow he'll thank Taylor for making Zac drive him to his hotel.
Harry shrugs but still keeps his smirk, "Would it be wrong to want to brag about having sex with the guy who I wanked about growing up?" he asks as he inches ever closer to Zac. "Because I don't think it would be."
Harry sees Zac shake his head and if he notices Harry inching closer he doesn't say anything nor does he protest when Harry's lips find their way against his in one of Harry's sloppy kisses. It's not the best but it will do...and fucking hell Zac is responding back when Harry was so afraid Zac would just push him away even if he is being nice Zac right now.
When they both pull away Harry swears his heart is pounding too loud for him to hear anything else but he does his best to try to ignore it, "Like I said, just ask Taylor to call me...or well you could steal my number from Tay," he nods maybe a bit too eagerly before exiting Zac's car without another word or look back.
It's best that way because Harry fears if he had said or did anything else Zac would be following him inside and he isn't sure he wants to have sex with a man who at least isn't out to his family or fully out to himself and Zac seems to be teetering the edge. Harry wouldn't stand it if he lets another man use him like Louis did, he'd go crazy.
As he walks inside his hotel though Harry finds himself humming that darned song about being driven home and he thinks that maybe he already has gone crazy but the good kind and he hopes that Zac does call him because well fucking hell he is Zac Hanson and he may be gay and he could come out..and maybe they could fuck and live happily ever after. It's what Harry has wanted for so long but he never thought it would or could actually happen.
"Didn't expect you to bring a friend to the bar tonight Tay," a voice speaks from beside the man who Harry had agreed to come out drinking with after the Tulsa concert. Taylor had promised him no one here would care who he was and that no one would interrupt their partying and Harry almost wants to tell him off but he stops mid mouth open when he sees who it was that was speaking and he feels his cheeks heat up, knowing at least partially that it's his own reaction to the new person here and not the alcohol swimming in his blood stream.
"Zac," Taylor smiles and Harry is sure from the smile Taylor gives his brother that he isn't sorry for not telling Zac about having company. "Didn't figure you'd mind one more person on our weekly drinking night."
Harry is sure he sees Zac roll his eyes before he speaks to answer Taylor, "I wouldn't mind...if it wasn't him," he says so plainly and it's that moment that Harry feels as if half of his heart has shattered because what the fuck, his childhood crush obviously doesn't like him and really he shouldn't be surprised because he knows from extensively following the band that Zac is a music snob and hates most of the mainstream stuff.
"What's wrong with me?" Harry asks before he can stop himself which only makes both Zac and Taylor turn to look at him with the same curious expression. "I mean I don't ever remember offending someone as handsome as you," he speaks rather too loud putting on the charm for Zac. At least he can blame this on the alcohol as he is known to be a pretty well loved up drunk and that has caused many awkward situations between him and his band mates.
Taylor snickers like a child at Harry's last words, "Yeah, what is wrong with him?" he asks and Harry can hear the teasing in his voice which is only making Zac glare. "He doesn't remember offending someone as handsome as you," he continues with his words his hands going out to pinch Zac's cheeks. "He called you handsome Z. I think the last time someone has called you handsome was when your wife was trying to get into your pants when she was dating you."
"Shut up," Zac hisses as he gave Taylor a look that Harry was sure could kill the man if looks were indeed possible of killing but luckily for Taylor they aren't. "I don't really want to talk about Kate tonight, she's the reason I came to get drunk. I'm guessing our guest can be the reason I get even more drunk."
Harry blushes more as Zac gives him a pointed look and he moves from his seat, the room spinning slightly but it doesn't stop him from walking to the other side of Zac and he plops down taking a seat, "I really would love to know what I did to your handsome face to make you hate me so much," he speaks as he finds his hand slowly moving to Zac's leg to rest there.
And he is being the loved up drunk again and he isn't sure if Zac is shooting him a look to kill or not but he doesn't even move his hand. He keeps it there feeling bold. It's not every day he can get drunk and try to flirt with his childhood celebrity crush, even if said crush hates him. Harry swears that maybe he can win Zac over.
"For starters your hand is in places it shouldn't be," Zac answers as he reaches down to remove Harry's hand. "And well...give me time to be around you long enough and I can probably think of more."
Harry smirks at Zac's words and puts his hand back on his leg, "But what if I like my hand there?" he asks as his voice goes to a seductive tone that he has used on many men before. If management knew he was doing it now especially in such a crowded place they'd probably have his head though because god forbid their closested pop star get outed. They have to keep him looking available even if Harry wants nothing more than to come out and be free.
"Or maybe I like it here even better," Harry continues as his hand goes farther up Zac's leg right into thigh territory and he swears he can see the man blush. "You were always my favorite. Pretty sure I had one too many wank sessions with your pictures in my bathroom," he confesses his voice again going a little too loud.
Zac blushes or at least Harry thinks he does and again he moves Harry's hand but this time he says nothing and he just turns and orders his drink.
Harry isn't sure how he feels about being ignored but he feels hurt and he isn't sure why. Many a men and women would love to be in Zac's shows and to prove his point he turns to the man sitting on the opposite of him and begins to flirt, this time getting the reaction he had wanted from Zac and before he knows it or can even comprehend what is happening he finds himself on some floor moving a little to close to a guy whose name he isn't actually one hundred percent sure of.
The only things he is sure of right now is the fact that Zac and Taylor have been watching him the whole time he has been out here dancing with this man and they also have been in what looks like a heated discussion with Zac looking more pissed off each time Taylor says something or each time he happens to steal a glance towards Harry and his new friend, whose hand Harry can feel is dangerously close to his bum.
It's then that he hears someone clear their throat and when Harry turns his head he is surprised to see Zac because when did Zac leave Taylor? and as he looks towards the bar he notices Taylor is gone so when did Taylor even leave? Has Harry really been paying that much attention this stranger or has the alcohol just affected him that much?
"I need to drive you to the hotel now," Zac grits out as he reaches out and takes Harry away from the man too quickly which causes Harry to stop and just hold onto Zac, burying his head in Zac's neck.
"You smell really good handsome," Harry mutters before giggling as he finds his head lifting enough so he can look at Zac who just doesn't look pleased but before Zac can reply he hears the man he was dancing with complaining and saying something about the bitch being his tonight and that Zac can find his own bitch to take home.
Harry is offended by the guys words and he wants to turn around and say something but he doesn't. Instead Zac does it for him and he just stands there drunk and confused as to why Zac is defending someone he hates or Harry swears Zac hates him, he hated that Harry was here.
Zac walks away from Harry, which Harry could really kick him for as the room is spinning again but he doesn't kick Zac, not when Zac throws a punch at the man who called him a bitch. "He isn't a bitch," Zac mutters through his teeth and Harry knows better than to correct Zac, because really he can be a cock slut for the right man but most of the time he tops.
When Zac walks back to him Harry just groans as Zac grabs his wrist and pulls him out of the bar. "Where is Taylor?" he asks as they get outside and the fresh air hits him like a ton of bricks. It's not cold for September but it feels cooler than the bar felt. "And can you please slow down? I don't want to get sick," he requests, surprised when Zac finally does slow down.
"Taylor had to go home to his wife," Zac hisses out as he lets go of Harry's wrist. "Said I could take you to your hotel because I have no wife to report home to at a certain time anymore."
Harry stops in his tracks partly because of Zac's confession but also because of his stomach which feels queasy so he bends over, really hoping he doesn't lose the contents of his stomach. "You're married though," he whines out as he takes a few deep breaths though they don't seem to help him any.
"Was..well will be," Zac corrects himself and Harry hears his footsteps come a bit closer to where he is bent over. "She's divorcing me. Says she can't stay with someone who she found giving head to another man," he spits out so carelessly that it surprises Harry. "Even though I'm not gay. Honestly," he mutters and Harry wonders who Zac is trying to convince. Himself, Harry, or maybe even Kate though she isn't here right now.
"Maybe you're bi," Harry pipes up when he finally stands upright, surprised by how close Zac really is now.
Zac just shakes his head at that idea, "I don't like dick period," he mutters through gritted teeth and Harry thinks the way Zac's jaw clenches may be the hottest thing he has seen in awhile.
Harry laughs lightly but watches as Zac glares and turns his back and Harry follows behind him until they reach a truck. It's then that Zac unlocks the door and opens the passenger side, helping Harry up and inside but before Zac can shut the door Harry stops him, "If you didn't like dick I don't think your mouth would have been around one," he shrugs before giving Zac a smile only again to be met with a glare from Zac and that damn clenched jaw that Harry swears will be the death of him.
"Just shut up Styles," Zac tells him as he finally shuts the door while Harry feels himself blushing as he collapses against the seat he is sitting in. Zac called him by his last name and he has butterflies in his stomach that aren't the result of too much alcohol consumption. They're there because his childhood celebrity crush has addressed him by his last name even if he was telling him to shut up and God Harry really feels like such a fan girl right now.
When Zac gets in the truck Harry looks at him as he turns the radio on, "You know I did mean it when I said you smelled good," he speaks deciding to drop the gay issue for now. "I also meant it when I said I used to wank to your pictures in bathrooms."
"And I meant it when I said shut up Styles," Zac tells him plainly as he reaches to turn the radio on once the car is on the road and an old song that Harry barely knows the words too filters in. It's one about someone driving you home and so he just sighs and goes silent as he looks out the window, deciding to give Zac what he wants. Silence.
"I hate you because you're out," Zac finally speaks after a few moments of just the song going through the truck and Harry shoots his head towards Zac giving him what he hopes is a confused look. "You asked at the bar why I hated you and it's because you're out and maybe I don't really hate you, I'm just jealous. You're out and I can never be...not all of us can have supporting family or friends or fans."
Harry digests Zac's words, letting them sink in and settle in his system before he gives a harsh laugh, "I'm not all the way out," he responds maybe too much bitter. "At least not to my fans...though I think most suspect and the others are just blind and want a dick they will never have."
"Most do suspect," Zac adds and this time Harry is sure he blushes. "Not that I would know but Taylor checks tumblr and gossip sites. He knows you're shipped with that one band mate of yours, I think he is name is Lewis."
"Louis," Harry corrects him as he stifles a laugh. Leave it Americans to get Louis' name wrong. "And I'm not dating him," he says harshly again almost wanting to tack on an anymore because he had dated Louis since he was sixteen up until he was nineteen then Louis had hurt him in the worst way possible. Louis had dumped him for a girl, had said he just wasn't gay and that he had been confused but now that he had met Eleanor he wasn't confused anymore.
Louis felt sorry though, Harry knew this from the glances Louis gave him every once in awhile but Louis being sorry can't fix what was broken nor can it make Louis gay again though Harry suspects he still is and he had just went back into the closet for some unknown reason.
"I want to be out to my fans though," Harry continues in Zac's silence. "But management won't allow me. May make us lose fans and I have to seem available. Have to seem straight so every December I have to get a new girl cause god forbid I be seen as anything but a womanizer," he spits out hating the damn image he has to live with until the contract ends. Then he can be free but sometimes he just wants to out himself anyway or have himself get outed somehow.
After his declaration the truck falls silent again and maybe that's okay. Maybe they both need silence after everything they have said, Harry thinks and when Zac pulls into the parking lot of the hotel where he is staying until he has to be at the airport tomorrow Harry unbuckles but hesitates before leaving the truck and Zac behind for good.
Licking his lips he turns to face him, "If you ever feel like coming out to your family, just ask Taylor to call me," he smirks putting on a brave face. "I don't think I'd mind being the first guy you fuck after you come out."
Zac laughs at that which makes Harry smirk even more because it's the first time Zac has been semi civil to him all night, "I don't think I want to fuck you. I'm not even sure you're my type."
"What better way to find out then fucking me?" Harry asks as he feels himself blush.
"I think you just want to say you fucked me," Zac speaks and Harry can tell he is teasing. Harry isn't sure what has made Zac okay with him now but he'll take it and maybe tomorrow he'll thank Taylor for making Zac drive him to his hotel.
Harry shrugs but still keeps his smirk, "Would it be wrong to want to brag about having sex with the guy who I wanked about growing up?" he asks as he inches ever closer to Zac. "Because I don't think it would be."
Harry sees Zac shake his head and if he notices Harry inching closer he doesn't say anything nor does he protest when Harry's lips find their way against his in one of Harry's sloppy kisses. It's not the best but it will do...and fucking hell Zac is responding back when Harry was so afraid Zac would just push him away even if he is being nice Zac right now.
When they both pull away Harry swears his heart is pounding too loud for him to hear anything else but he does his best to try to ignore it, "Like I said, just ask Taylor to call me...or well you could steal my number from Tay," he nods maybe a bit too eagerly before exiting Zac's car without another word or look back.
It's best that way because Harry fears if he had said or did anything else Zac would be following him inside and he isn't sure he wants to have sex with a man who at least isn't out to his family or fully out to himself and Zac seems to be teetering the edge. Harry wouldn't stand it if he lets another man use him like Louis did, he'd go crazy.
As he walks inside his hotel though Harry finds himself humming that darned song about being driven home and he thinks that maybe he already has gone crazy but the good kind and he hopes that Zac does call him because well fucking hell he is Zac Hanson and he may be gay and he could come out..and maybe they could fuck and live happily ever after. It's what Harry has wanted for so long but he never thought it would or could actually happen.
