On a Journey To Find Love. [Zarry]

Chapter 27

"If you have to… I won't resist." Harry said. 

Slowly, he opened his golden eyes and turned to him. Grabbing his wrist, he drew him gently into his arms. Harry's heartbeat erratically inside his chest. Butterflies filled his stomach and his breath came out in shallow pants. Was he excited or afraid He didn't know?

"You are afraid." He said. 

"I am… nervous," Harry admitted. 

Harry knew that mating was something serious. He shouldn't take it as lightly as he was now. 

"I told you, I would rather kill you than the mark you." He reminded. 

"You don't look like a killer," Harry said. 

He chuckled darkly. "I have killed many of your people. I can't even count how many. I just burned down villages."

Harry was confused. Why did he decide to burn them? "But witches can protect themselves from fire. At least for a while. I am sure they managed to escape."

"Maybe. But they lost their homes like I lost mine." 

He didn't want to kill them. He wanted to punish them. 

Sometimes killing someone could be the lightest punishment they could receive. For witches, communities meant a lot. It was their way of protecting themselves. If their communities dispersed, then they could easily become targets for demons. He wanted them to live in fear. 

Zayn grabbed a few strands of his hair and inhaled his scent. Harry looked at him, disturbed. This was not going to help him fight the urge to bite Harry if he didn't plan to do it. It was like… he was punishing himself. 

"Why won't you resist?" He asked. 

"I have nothing to lose, but… you are hurting."

The cold look in his eyes changed, his gaze softened. Ever so lightly, his hand cupped Harry's cheek. "You have a pure heart, Harry. Mine is full of darkness and hatred. You will gain nothing by being bound to me."

"Do you still hate witches?" Harry asked. 

He seemed to think for a while before he spoke. "I know it's not your fault and I know it's not every witch's fault, but I can't help it. It's like poison spreading in my body."

"Then you should stop it before it kills you," Harry said. 

Zayn chuckled. This time it wasn't the usual dark, cynical laugh. It had another sound to it that strangely made Harry's stomach tickle. 

When he dropped his hand and took a step back Harry panicked. He was leaving. 

"Will you come back?" Harry hurried to ask. "I… I could use more advice." 

He looked at Harry for a long moment. "I can't promise you that." 

Harry's heart skipped with joy. He didn't say he wouldn't. Harry could see him slowly accepting him and letting go of the hate. Harry knew it would take time, so he didn't pressure him. Instead, he just nodded, and he left.