We MaDe It

10.

"So, I'm damned for minding my business now?" Zayn asked joining Louis, after offloading the shopping bags in the car. "Passive aggressive? That's how it goes?"

"You don't know how to mind your business, Zayn. We are talking about my business right now, aren't we?" Louis said, then took a sip from his cup of tea.

"I stand corrected." Zayn said as he watched him going on to eat one of two slices of cake on a plate infront him. "So, you didn't buy me coffee?"

"Do you want coffee?" Louis asked.

"No. But its the thought that counts."
Zayn said.

"Not if that thought is going to cost me a few pounds out of my pocket, then it doesn't."

Zayn chuckled quietly. There was no winning with Louis who always has to have the last word. He decided to have a last word on the matter with Liam however, before friendships that'd been rebuilt start to crumble again.

"This is the last time you will hear me speak about you and our Payno as long you promise to call him and maybe say; can I get back to you when I've sorted my emotions. Till then let's agree to give each other space. Can you do that and not leave him in limbo? Something tells me he will appreciate your call than having to listen to Haz blabbering on about the weather."

Zayn licked his lip, recalling on how endearing it was listening to Harry run out of things to say to Liam. The last time he counted nearly twenty ums, Harry said in just two minutes.

"I already said I will call, Zayn, if it makes you happy. I promise. And how your husband is successful as a business consultant, I'm convinced more than ever is them dimples. He doesn't have to say nothing but flash them and deal is done." Louis said, cake crumbs falling on his chest.

"If that gets money on the table, he can flash them dimples away, babe. But guess who he's got a meeting with today? John Welker. I'm not sure how to feel about that yet."

"I'm not sure how I feel about you letting Harry out of the door in that, guaranteed-to-give-Welker-a-boner, suit. I drooled over your husband, let that sink in, Zayn. Welker is going to try it on with him, you know it."

"I'm not worried about that. I told Haz about that time Welker asked if I would put out for ten grand, let's just say, daddy wasn't happy about that."

"Daddy, that word. These days, I just can't help but be turned on by just domination. Harry can spank me in that suit, any day. I would spray the floors white. Just saying." Louis said.

"My mind just went there." Zayn blinked. "And take my husband out of your fantasies, please. You have a fiancé for that."

"I was generalising about man in suits. I could never with Harry-"

"Harry could never with you. Let that sink in." Zayn said smugly.

"Wow, your claws are out early, tiger. Harry meeting up with the man you called the Wanker got you worked up, hasn't it?" Louis grinned. "And I love jealous Zayn. He's fun. I say let's go crash that party. I want to see how much Welker will offer the both of you once he found out Harry is your other half. He looks like he's into erotic fetishism. Being choked to his climax or whipped till he comes from sheer pain. Do you think he's into-"

"I'm going to stop you right there. I was on my knees with Harry's dick in my mouth this morning, and even with that in mind, I'm finding your horny talk too much."

Louis pretended to gag, "I've just swallowed my vomit. Too much info, bro."

"At the rate you're eating I wouldn't be surprised if its just reflux making you vomit." Zayn said looking at Louis stuff himself with the cake. "Didn't you eat like two hours ago?"