On a Journey To Find Love. [Zarry]

Chapter 62

Harry couldn't sleep because of the pain in his arm. Now he understood where the pain went. It went into his arm and after taking both Oliver and Callum's pain; he lay on the ground facing the other way. Pretending to be asleep so they wouldn't know that he was hurting. It took a long while for the pain to go away. 

When the pain was completely gone, Harry took a deep breath, finally relaxing. Now he tried to sleep, but the ground was cold and he felt like he was breathing in dust. Turning around, he found Oliver and Callum sleeping without a problem, but Zarin had a hard time just like him. Maybe even more than him. 

When Zarin turned around, they lay facing each other. He looked at him for a while. "Are you alright?" He asked. 

Harry nodded. "You?" 

"I am fine." He replied. "Are you sure your father knows what happened?" 

"Yes." Harry had told Ilyas to report to him if his father didn't find out. Since he didn't hear from him, he was sure his father knew. 

"How did you know the King would react this way?" He asked. 

"The lessons I have been taking have helped a lot. I learned to always think about the consequences of my actions before acting." Harry told him. 

He nodded. "Good night." He said. 

"Good night." 

War in closed his eyes and in a while, Harry knew he fell asleep but Harry still couldn't sleep. His heartfelt heavy and he wondered what Zayn is doing. Harry knew Zayn is trying to keep his distance so, Harry could accomplish his mission on his own but something bothered him. He has to go and see him.

Harry teleported himself to his house. The halls and rooms were dark. Not a single fire was lit. He already got a bad feeling. 

Going upstairs, he went to his room. The room was dimly lit with a few candles burning and the moonlight that shone from the window. Broken furniture, glass, vases, and cups lay across the floor. It looked like someone had a fight or an outburst. 

Harry walked further in, stepping over the broken pieces. Harry found Zayn sleeping on his bed. He lay on his back with a bare chest. The white sheets only covered him from the hɨps and below. Harry had never seen this much of a male body before. The moonlight that came from the window fell on his chest and stomach, making it more visible. Harry walked closer, his heart pounding. He forgot about his worry after seeing the broken furniture. All he could do was stare at the half-covered man lying in bed. He felt his cheeks burn but still couldn't turn away. This was new to his eyes, and he was curious. 

Harry's gaze fell on his sculptured stomach, then went up to his chiseled chest. He lay with his head turned to one side, showing the veins and the strained muscles on his neck. Then Harry followed his broad shoulders that led to his powerful arms, streaked with veins. 

Harry's mouth fell open, and he sucked in a deep breath. Zayn stirred in his sleep and turned his head to the other side. Harry's heart almost jumped out of his chest thinking he woke up and caught him in the act. As if he was doing something bad. Harry wasn't sure what he was doing. 

A frown settled between his eyebrows. He seemed disturbed. Harry walked closer and loomed over him. His hair, his forehead, and his chest glistened. He was sweating. Was he having a nightmare again? 

Harry carefully placed his hand on his forehead. He was burning, and he was usually very cold. Slowly, he opened his eyes and looked at him. He seemed to recognize him this time. 

"Harry" His voice was rough from sleep.

Harry sat beside him. "I am here." He said taking his hand. 

He forced himself to sit up if he didn't want Harry to see him like this. "I didn't expect you to be here." 

"You are always there when I need you. Something told me you needed me." Harry said. 

Zayn leaned his head back against the headboard. He looked exhausted. It was probably the fever. 

"Wait!" Harry told him. 

Standing up, he hurried to the kitchen. He needed a bowl, water, and a piece of cloth. It was not easy finding everything, but after going around for a while; he got the thing he needed. Then he went back to his room. 

Zayn seems confused for a moment, then smiled when he realized what he was doing. "I am fine, Harry." He told. 

But Harry didn't listen. He put the bowl down, dipped the cloth in the cold water, then squeezed the water out. Sitting beside him, he places the cloth on his forehead. "How does it feel?" Harry asked. 

"It feels good." He sighed. 

Harry smiled. He repeated the same thing, then started to wipe the cloth over his shoulders and neck. Again he found himself staring and hoped he wouldn't notice. Zayn watched him intently as he wiped the wet cloth over his body. Harry felt a little embarrassed under his scrutiny. He had never been this close to a bare body before. 

Harry tried to avoid going down to his stomach, but once he did, he felt his cheeks burn and his throat became dry. He looked up at him just to be met by his burning gaze. His heart stopped. Why was he looking at him like that? 

Harry cleared his throat. "Has the burning eased?" Harry asked him.

His golden eyes bored into his green eyes. The intensity of them made his heart cease to beat. "You have set me on fire, Harry." He said. "And water will not quench these flames." 

"Then what does?" Harry whispered, as if afraid to hear the answer. 

"Come closer." He told him. 

Harry's heart went from staying silent to beating fast as he sat closer to him. Zayn reached for his hair and removed it from his neck. Was he going to bite him? Now? 

He leaned in and he felt his hot breath tickle his soft neck. Harry closed his eyes as all thoughts fled his head. He didn't care whether or not he marked him. 

When he felt his hot lips on his skin, he curled his toes. Zayn kissed his neck before his lips went to his ear. 

"Next time, I want to bury my fangs right where I kissed you." He whispered. 

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