Can't get you off my mind [Zarry]-English Translation

#Slow Hands

Harry's PoV

I'd just ended a phonecall with Niall.
The blondie went to Ireland to spend sometime with his nehpew, and now he was about to take a flight back to London.

I'd missed being with him, and inviting him at our place looked like a good idea, even if i didn't know what effect could it make to be all five together again after a long time.

I'd also invited him to stay sleeping with us for someday, but he said he already had plans with come girl, so he was staying just for dinner.

I went downstairs looking for Zayn, to tell him about Niall's arrival, and i smiled when i saw him sat at the table, focused on scribbling on his notebook.

He always finds a way to make some drawings.

Having lived with him and Liam for a while, it had happened a lot to find little papers around the house, with strange figures on them, signatured by him in a little angle.

I came closer to him, putting my hands on the sides of his arms, and i smiled, noticing he had stopped from drawing.

"Hey handsome" I whishpered to his ear, and i felt him keeping his breath.

"What's happening?" He barely turned his face and came back to drawing.

He was weird.

"I wanted to tell you something..." he was impassive, so i frowned
"Would you tell me what's the matter with you?"

He sighed and let the pen fall on the table.

"Nothing Harry, it's nothing. What did you want to tell me?"

I grabbed his arm and forced him to turn.
I saw a hickey on his neck and strenghten the grab.

I don't know what i was expecting. Why was i jealous? After all we both had boyfriends.
I was hoping that after the night at the disco he wouldn't let Liam touch him, or at least he wasn't going to let him "mark" him like that.

"Niall is coming for dinner tonight. He'll come after leaving the luggage at his place"

"Okay, I'm happy to see him again"
He tried to get away from my grab, but i wasn't letting him.

"Harry, is there more?" He sighed and sat up to face me, as a figure of speech, since there were almost ten centimeters between us.

"We almost made love and now you won't even look me in the face?"

He shook his head and slowly pushed me away.
When i let him go he moved a little from me and looked down.

"We were drunk, don't remind me. I already feel guilty enough"
He talked through his teeth while taking all the pens and the papers away from the table.

"You feel guily?" I raised an eyebrow and came closer again "You feel guilty for being with me?" He kept his look down and stayed silent.

He knew how much i hated talking to someone who didn't look me in the face.

"Answer me" I took his face from the chin and made him raise his look on me.

"Yes, Harry! We should never have done... those things. We both have boyfriends from a long time and they don't deserve to be cheated from us" He rudely took my hand off his face and made me move, pushing me with his shoulder.

"It didn't look like you disliked it when you were under me"

I saw him stopping and breathing heavyly.

"We were drunk, Harry. Keep that in mind.
It was a mistake"

He left the kitchen and i felt something breaking inside of me.