Calamity [Zarry Stylik AU]©️

Chapter 23: DAY 1 - I BET ALL MY MONEY IT'S IN YOUR SOCKS

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Day 1

"Zayn?"

I looked up finding Dr Rashad sitting across from me. We were back at his office, sitting across from one another in a session that would be longer than usual. I was to sit with him two times today and attend the group session, all of this until he deemed I was fit to return to my normal scheduling.

Which included seeing Harry as well. I was mostly confined to my room, although I could go out if I wanted to. The news of me taking the pills broke quite fast amongst the other patients, but I wasn't ashamed of it. There was nothing to be ashamed of. Being weak was part of this journey.

"Yes?"

"You seem distracted. Did you get any sleep?"

It depends.

Once I was back at the Centre, safely in my room, after everyone had gone to sleep, I picked up my secret phone and called Harry as promised. Listening to his voice in my ear, brought warmth to my heart.

He told me the diagnosis his doctor had painted for him: two more days at the hospital, then go home to continue all additional care there. Harry complained of the food, which was bland and sad looking, how he hated his bed and the fact that he was now alone, as Anne had gone home for the rest of the night.

I told him I had spoken briefly with my doctor, about the conditions of my release. Harry listened to me mumbling 'hum-hum' here and asking questions there. I asked him what he was wearing for a second time, but he responded with a chuckle, avoiding it again.

He was teasing me.

The conversation continued: we spoke about everything and anything, except Louis. That was off-topic and an unnecessary one.

After the third question about what he was wearing, Harry gave in. He was done teasing and I was done being teased. The conversation turned hot quickly.

I had never masturbated on the phone or heard someone do it, but it was...exciting. We created an entire image in our minds, continuing what we started back in his hospital room.

I focused so hard I could see Harry next to me; feel his touch, remember all his taste and scent. He cussed at me. I did the same back. I promised to make him scream my name and he said he would fall on his knees for me. Harry's moans were even hotter at a distance, coming from deep in his throat and broken by the movements he was making - which I couldn't see, but could imagine. I knew he had his eyes closed, head back on the pillow and body moving to his rhythm.

Harry whispered my name, saying what he wanted me to do to him and I said yes. I said yes to everything. I told him what I'd do to him, all the ways I would do it and how it would feel. He gasped with pleasure. I did too. I looked down at myself seeing the spectacle and instead of my hand, I pictured Harry's or his lips or remembered the feeling of coming in and out of him.

I came hard first, making perhaps too much noise. Harry came after and I listened to his sounds feeling completely hypnotized, biting my lip, and cursing everyone for not being there to see it.

We did it two more times that night, with each time being hotter than the one before. This was madness. I was falling deep into a hole, and I couldn't get out of it.

Harry fell asleep on the phone, and I listened to his low snore. I hung up a few moments later, leaving a text wishing him a good rest and that I would call him again at midnight.

It was around 04 am when I turned off my light and dreamt of him.

"I slept okay," I replied cutting it short and pushing the memories of combined masturbation aside. Those were meant for me.