Leather and Lace {Zarry}

Chapter 3

Harry's pov:

I stood up abruptly from the chair and went the big glass wall. I couldn't handle his gaze anymore. He called out to me from behind 'Wait! Harreh!'

Without looking at him, I asked scornfully 'What do you want? Go away before I lose my mind.... Again!'

'Harreh..... I... I... Need this job.' He stuttered pleadingly. I was silent for two minutes and thought to myself that even after all these years and so much anger, I can't say no to him. I banged my fist on the glass wall frustratingly and it made a horrible sound.

I closed my eyes and without thinking much, I said 'You can come from tomorrow and start your work. Olivia will help you to understand everything.'

He started saying something hesitantly 'But harreh...'

'I don't want to hear anything from you. You can go now.' I said coldly.

I could see from corner of my eyes that his eyes went moist, and he was about to go. But when he opened the door, I said loudly 'And one more thing. You are working under me now. So call me Sir. Got it!'

He was shocked first to hear that. But after few seconds, just nodded and left.

I locked the door and pressed my back against it. I started crying my heart out, while little by little sliding down the door. All the emotions that I locked and kept away somewhere deep inside, started coming out after seeing him again.

The remorse that he left me and never came back. The pain that he left behind and now the anger that how dare he thought that he can come in front me suddenly one day and everything will be okay?!

He made me went through hell and now I'll show him that exact hell. Those eyes for whom I cried night after night, today when I saw those eyes again, it reminded me of all those painful memories.

I'll make him suffer like he made me for all these years. Let's see how much time he can endure being here in my company.

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Zayn's POV:

I ran outside of the building as fast as I could, for I was feeling suffocated in there. I wiped my face with my hands in disgust like I wanted to erase what happened just now. The pain, the accusations, the anger in his eyes, I couldn't bear to look into them anymore.

My tears are rolling down nonstop. I don't know if I can work here. I don't know why I begged him for this job. But seeing him again, I couldn't control myself. Even after all these years, he draws me like a magnet.

He has changed so much, but his green eyes, like crystal clear water hasn't changed one bit. He has grown into a big empire and physically he is twice my size now. Big muscular body and so many more new tattoos are adorned his body now. I couldn't even recognize him at first. I thought I'm seeing a ghost or my brain is deceiving me.

How did I ended up being in here? In front of him? I didn't have any clue about this. Clearly it's our fate that conspires to collide us again. But....

I know that he won't ever forgive me. And that's why I wrote my first book, so that without me saying anything, I can convey what I feel for him and how much I miss him every fucking time!

But I am the reason that he is like this today. If I will work here, I know that he'll make me suffer, but if it makes him happy. Then I'm ready to withstand it.

In anxiety, I started searching for a cigarette in pockets of my jacket and jeans, while mumbling quietly to myself 'Damn! How did I forget to bring a cigarette?' When I couldn't find any.