Calamity [Zarry Stylik AU]©️

Chapter 13: THE DRUGS ARE NOT THE ISSUE, THEY ARE A SYMPTOM

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I woke up first to the sound of a car rushing past Harry's window. Outside, the sun was shining its first rays on a beautiful Friday morning. I assessed my body, feeling calm, collected and with nothing rushing inside my brain, unlike other mornings. I felt the same way I did when I first fell asleep in Harry's arms under that tree.

I stretched in bed, feeling a bit drowsy still but awake. In the daylight, I could see Harry's room properly now: the big windows, the white flowy curtains, the long chair in the corner, the modern furniture, and the guitar I left by the foot of the bed. It was modern, minimalistic, and very Harry in the colour scheme and choice of fabrics. However, I could see things that weren't entirely his and that I couldn't quite place within his personality. They had to be Louis's.

I noticed how 'normal' I felt. One of the main problems regarding the end of rehab is mostly focused on how the patient will feel or react back into the normal world, where they can't control the triggers or urges.

Last night, being out into the world surrounded by temptations and right now at Harry's, I was completely at ease. Clean. Calm. Collected. I had seen commercials for alcoholic beverages, but wasn't curious about what they tasted. I saw people smoking joints and recognized the smell coming to me easily, but I didn't want or needed to join them. I spotted the local drug dealers lurking around the pubs, but I ignored their presence.

On any other given day, I would have run towards them, but those characters were nothing but illusions now. The most I had been without any kind of chemical had been a week and some change, after my overdose. And it had been hard. I couldn't keep up the rhythm of my regular life with the issues I had, so I needed the pills and the weed. But now? I was fine. Ready for a new life.

I had Harry.

I had him, the one who kept me afloat, who deserved a clean Zayn and an honest one. It was for him. I was ready to come back into the world and begin living my life again in complete honesty.

I took a moment to ponder what had transpired the night before: the sex, my revelation to Harry, and Louis's presence. The sex - oh! The sex had been great! I even dreamt about it some more. My memory came back in full colour, reminding me of what we had done the previous night. I couldn't avoid the gigantic smile forming on my lips.

I turned to find Harry sleeping next to me, facing the wall. He wasn't snoring, but I could tell he was deep asleep by how slow he was breathing. I scoot closer to him, putting my body right against his. Smelling the faint scent of his perfume mixed in with sweat from the night before, I uncovered us both down to our waist and with my right hand, I begin to trace the outline of his body.

I begin at the shoulder, running my finger over his tattoos; I jump from the shoulder to his side, as Harry was sleeping with his hands covering his face, continuing down to his hip bone. I slide my hand to his cock and grab it firmly. It was completely asleep. I wondered if I could wake it up.

Harry stirred away in his sleep but didn't do much.

I touched him, massaging his cock to the best of my abilities. Up and down with a soft rhythm. I kissed his hair, his neck, his shoulder - all of him. I heard him moan, feeling the response grow in my hand. Harry mumbled something, but I continued with my job.

Then, he began to wake, stretching his legs, and his arms and uncurling himself against me - turning to face me. I pumped him harder as I heard him gasp.

Harry opened his green sleepy eyes, staring at me.

"What are you doing?"

"Waking you up, baby."