INSANE ||Zarry||~ON HOLD~

Ink on your Skin

⚠️Light smut⚠️

Shutting the lights off and locking up his shop, his mind ran a thousand miles per second. The ratty old letter still clutched tightly in his hand as his own nails dug into his palm. He refused to believe it could be the same person; it couldn't be the same Aaliyah he used to write to. She was insane. Sweet and undeniably kind but insane. But this girl radiated warmth, she didn't look or sound cold like the one who left him to bleed to death.

As he walked under the dim streetlights, he could clearly remember the day it all started. Like it was just yesterday. One letter delivered to a mistaken address that sent a tornado whirling up his perfect life with Harry.

He threw the gravel on the pavement to the front as he headed home, mind forcing back to the day he was writing a letter to his best friend Shawn, who left Holmes along with his father amidst the World War.

He remembered writing about how much he missed seeing his dear friend, how things have gotten dreadful as the impending doom of death lingers upon the families who sent away their sons, husbands and fathers to fight, how his Abba was still having a hard time understanding why he was exceptionally good in art than other things, how he had it difficult on hiding from his parents the new tattoo gun Harry had bought him. Ofcourse, he didn't mention what he felt about Harry, because truth be told, he didn't understand it himself. He was 16, and Harry was his solace who happened to make him stay up sometimes at night with an idiotic smile on his face.

He didn't realize when he reached the threshold of his house he had rented for a while now. Digging up the keys from under the potted plant, head still clouded with all the events of the evening, Harry's face swimming through it.

He washed up and set down some leftover soup from afternoon to heat up on the stove. He poured it all in a bowl and settled himself on the mattress opposite to the small fireplace. His eyes glazed over the flickering fire as the memories of the very first letter he recieved from Aaliyah took over his mind.

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Two weeks into sending the letter to Shawn, he waited for a reply but it was taking unusually long than it took. Huddled up in large jackets, Zayn sat there in the treehouse fixing the hinges of the window that almost fell out on his Ammi's head the other day.

It was still winter, he had just turned 19 a week ago but the sun shone beautifully through the snowy morning and on the dew dropped leaves.

Suddenly he felt two warm pair of hands hugging around his waist, felt the familiar rush of chill and warm feeling inside him that he felt ever since the first time he met his curly-headed friend, although he knew how he felt but he couldn't quite understand why he felt that way.

A smile etched upon his face as he felt a cold nose nuzzling his neck. He turned his head only to be attacked by a pair of cold chapped yet soft lips. The fiery blaze ran through his veins as be kissed Harry back.

It was just like the Christmas they celebrated together when he was 14, the first time they kissed. The euphoria of something new yet something so familiar. Countless kisses shared between them in secret over the years and still everytime Zayn felt the same elation of finding a new element of surprise everytime they kissed.

Unwillingly parting away with a blush on cheeks from his favourite pair of lips, he smiled at Harry, "Hi babe".

Harry kissed him again on the cheek and said, "I see you're busy with the window hinges", and kept kissing him again and again. Again. And again.

"And you're distracting me", chuckled Zayn.

Harry fake gasped, "Then I'm brilliant at my job!"

When Zayn kept working, feeling ignored by his best friend, Harry whined and pulled at the hand, "Leave this and come with me to my house, I have to tell you something love."