“I need you to tell me straight up why you bailed when Harry showed up. What is going on around here?” Lux stormed into Zayn's room, eying him up as his mouth dropped open slightly.

“Look love, it's nothing personal..I like you a lot, but I.. I have a girlfriend, and Harry... well, he's kind of got a claim on ya.” Zayn sighed heavily, shaking his head. “So... if he wants me to stay away, I've got to. I can't break the code.”

Lux groaned, “He does not have a claim on me! What did he call dibs or something?”

“Well..” He shrugged, looking away. “Not exactly..”

“He has no right to! He doesn't even like me, Zayn! How can you call dibs on someone you don't even like?” She huffed out a sigh and sat down on the bed next to him, looking down at the ground. “He flat out told me he doesn't care about me or what I do. I don't understand why no other guy will even look at me when Harry is around if he doesn't care about me.”

Zayn snorted out a laugh, shaking his head. “He really said that? Wow, that's total rubbish.”

“It's not just him saying it, its him proving it to me time and time again. He truly dislikes me.”

“Ok, if that's what you want to believe, then fine. But he still told us all to stay away from you, so we have to. I wouldn't break my friendship with any of those guys for a girl, no matter how hot and smart and nice smelling she is.” He laughed lightly, “You understand, ya?”

“Yeah, I understand.” Lux nodded slowly, “You think I smell nice? Aw!”

He laughed as she nudged him with her elbow, and he wrapped his arm around her tightly, pulling her into a hug. He pressed his lips to the top of her head for a moment, releasing her slowly and with a sigh. She smiled up at him, but it was a weak smile, and it broke his heart.

“I wish I had met you sooner.” He whispered, reaching out and lightly touching her cheek.

She nuzzled into his palm, raising her hand to cover his for a moment, but before she could pull back, she saw a figure standing in the doorway out of the corner of her eye.

“Well,” Harry started, his eyes ablaze. “I came to apologize to Zayn for earlier, but I guess you're too busy going behind my back and being all touchy with mycontestant.”

“Harry!” Lux's eyes nearly bulged out of her head. “Apologize to him right now! That's not fair. You can't be mad at him for touching my cheek, you act like you caught him fucking me in a crazy position. Knock it off!” She stormed over to him and smacked him in the chest as she spoke.

“He was fucking you in his mind! If I had come a minute later I'm sure I would have found you two naked and all over each other!” Harry raised his voice, making her wince and back away.

“I would never do that.” She whispered, staring at him in shock. “I would never purposely do something to put Zayn's relationship at risk, and I would never do anything that might hurt his girlfriend. I am not a home-wrecker. And you don't own me, and I won't be treated like property. God, this is exactly what happened with Josh when you showed up! He started saying 'Oh, I see how you look at Harry' and 'I don't want you to talk to Harry unless its about the show' and have you seen me talking with Josh since? No! I don't take kindly to being told what to do, and I'm sure Zayn doesn't either.” She took a big breath, pinching the bridge of her nose and closing her eyes in stress.

“I'm leaving, and I don't want to see your face for the rest of the day. You owe Zayn an apology, because guess what? He's been a perfect gentleman. What you just saw? That was a goodbye. That was him telling me that he would never risk his friendship with you or his relationship over me. God, and what gives you the right to tell everyone to stay away from me?” Lux was nearly ready to cry she was so angry, and she started for the door before she did, shoving past Harry on the way.

He grabbed her arm to stop her, “You're my contestant. I don't want you getting distracted by..” Harry trailed off, looking down at her, seeing her pretty, angry face. He knew he was about to get his ass chewed off by her for being a hypocrite, and he knew she would be right about everything.

She threw his arm off her, looking up into those beautiful eyes of his, shaking her head slowly in disgust. “By what, Harry? By boys? By secret make out sessions, or joking around, or sly glances, or little touches here and there? Because the only boy I've been doing that stuff with is you. It's only you.”

Lux gulped, swallowing her tears before walking out the door quickly, not turning back.

“Sooo...” Zayn said slowly. “Vas happenin?”

Harry groaned, throwing himself onto Zayn's bed and burying his face in the blankets. “Inm thorreh nmehtah.”

“What's that? Can't understand ya with your face in the blanket.” Zayn smiled, knowing perfectly well what Harry was trying to say. Harry sighed and sat up, turning to look at his friend.

“I'm sorry, mate.” He said clearly, meeting his eyes so Zayn knows he's being sincere.

“S'alright, man. I think Lux is probably more deservin' of that apology than me, though.”

“No, thanks.” Harry wrinkled his face up, not liking that idea at all.

“You really been making out with her behind our backs, Hazza?” Zayn smiled, but it was weak. He still felt for her, that much was obvious, but he knew he didn't feel for her the way she felt for Harry.

“NO.” Harry said loudly, “Just once. Today. In a bathroom.”

“Classy.” Zayn laughed lightly, nodding. “So that's why she looked so disheveled when she came up here.. she just got hit by Hurricane Hazza.” Zayn nudged him repeatedly in the ribs until Harry laughed, shaking his head at Zayn's lame joke.

“So, uh, how.. um.. was it?” Zayn asked slowly, scrunching his eyebrows up. Part of him wanted to know all the details, part of him felt nauseous thinking about Harry making out with anyone.

“It was...” Harry let out a low whistle, shaking his head side to side slowly.

“That good, huh?” Zayn laughed, watching Harry begin to nod slowly, still looking as if he were in a daze. He was clearly thinking back to his session with Lux, probably wishing it hadn't ended.

“Zayn..” Harry said slowly, turning to look over at him. “Do you think... nevermind.”

“What?” Zayn prompted, nudging him. “Go on.”

“Do you think Lux is falling for me?” He asked quietly, almost ashamed to be asking.

Zayn let out his own low whistle, nodding slowly. “I think she already fell, mate.”

Notes

Oooooooooooooooooooo. We're you expecting that?well sorry I was watching a whol lot of Desperate Housewives last night and forgot to update to chapter 15. Don't worry, I'm doing that tonight. Meow.x