Calamity [Zarry Stylik AU]©️

Chapter 35: HURT PEOPLE DESERVE KINDNESS

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"I honestly didn't think he'd come,"

We sat a distance, watching our friend pace back and forth, with hands in his pockets, clearly nervous at an encounter with the tempest Carol.

It was the middle of the morning, we practically pulled him out of bed for this and prayed that Carol wanted to see him. Lucky for us, she did.

So, we drove to the goat gate and parked on one side of the road while Niall walked to the other side of the meadow. There he was, in between the weeds, kicking rocks and pacing while Carol was inbound.

"He looks nervous, doesn't he?" Harry asked sitting beside me.

We sat close, so much I could smell his wonderful perfume.

"He is," Watching Niall turn on his heel and walk the same path he'd covered before. "It's a difficult task."

"I bet," Harry replied. I looked over my shoulder seeing no sign of Carol. Then, looked back at Niall who kept walking - he seemed to be mumbling a speech to himself. "Hey, let's play a game, while we wait."

"Sure," I replied, looking back at Harry. He had a hat on today and I thought he looked cute. We had a moment this morning where I was uncertain. Harry was hiding something from me, I could see it in his eyes. The way he held me close, how touched me at every second or felt the need to look at me while Niall drove here. Something was bothering him. He needed me and I didn't know why. "What do you want to play?."

"Well, there are a few things I still don't know about you, so...just...random questions."

"Okay." I agreed. "Fire away."

Harry readjusted himself on his seat, looking right at me.

"Favourite colour?"

"Yellow," I replied automatically. Yes, yellow was a theme in my life. Yellow Metal was the first poetry book I published, followed by Yellow Tape. One of the songs I recorded was called Golden. Besides, I liked the colour and would always make it a part of my palette. I then realised; I didn't know Harry's favourite colour. "Yours?"

"Green." I nodded. Of course, a perfect combination of colours. "Favourite movie?"

I blew air through my lips.

"That's a tough one, love..." I looked deep into the corner of my memory. Then, the answer came. "I like Goodfellas."

I saw Harry's eyebrows perk up.

"Really?"

"Yeah, that scene with Joe Pesci is epic to me."

Goodfellas was the type of movie I'd watch in my highs. I'd put it on and watch it repeatedly. I could recite it by memory.

We smile at one another and I melt just by looking at him. Harry's eyes look down, as he fidgets with one of his rings and I see a light blush coming onto his face.

"Top or bottom?"

I lean against my seat, thinking about my answer. Feel Harry's uneasiness beside me.

"It depends."

"On?"

"The person," I explain. I look at my dearest seeing him with a questioning look. "Right, so I can be very versatile. For instance, with Tom, I was a bottom sometimes, but with you...I like to top. I have pleasure on it."

I see a spark in the eyes of my dearest, and he slightly bites his lip.

"How so?"

"Well, it's the way you respond to me, you know? I just need to love you. I love seeing you respond to me; how you react to my touch, how your body moves and what comes out of your mouth. I like to have you surrendered to me...but at the same time you make me so high that I just want to make you mine." My hand goes to his hair, and I play with one of his curls. "Although, I have come to enjoy giving up control as well. You are exquisite at that."