𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥 - 𝘡𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘴

I won't mind

Zayn was a drug. An ecstasy with a euphoria you couldn't stop chasing after. Zayn, was Harry's nicotine and alcohol, and just a graze of his fingertips would have you steadfast in his devotion. Zayn, who Harry devotes himself too, the Zayn who you always find yourself coming back too. The Zayn who was all smiles and tasted like sugar and spice, the Zayn that knew you better than you knew yourself. The Zayn that you kept going back to.

This same Zayn slept in the other mans bed. The same Zayn that found his life in the cold embrace of a stranger because apparently Harry wasn't enough for him. The Zayn that entwined hands with Harry, before locking lips with another.

The Zayn that he couldn't help go back too. Because even though Zayn went ballistic and locked out others at whim. The Zayn that expected your complete devotion while failing to give his own.

The Zayn that once threw a glass bottle at Harry because Harry tried to leave again. But every-time Harry left, he kept coming back. Because even though he had to share Zayn with nameless men, he couldn't stop coming for another hit of his sweet profanity. Just to witness his outstretched smile. It was as if he was simply putty in Zayns hands.

Harry was sure Zayn had this effect on all the men. He was addiction, sweet and euphoric on the outside, treacherous and poison on the inside.

Zayn who looked like a angel of erotica in the sheets, and also the broken devil begging you too come back to his toxic choke hold.

And maybe this time was actually Harry's last time, and maybe he would finally leave the broken boy in the past. And maybe because he was just another victim in Zayns list, so when Zayn was tumbling in the sheets of his bed. Harry kissed his forehead one last time...

And

He

Ran

Away

.

Like

They

Always do

.

But, they would come back again, to savor the sight of Zayn. He was a erotic nightmare resembling a daydream

A/n: I'm a sad girl