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We sat side by side. Both are riddled with desire, keeping our hands to ourselves and our knees put together. Sitting in the backseat of the car, inches away from each other, but keeping strong and respecting the rules of this little "game" of ours. This game of seduction, luring and resisting temptation as well.
My eyes were outside, looking at the landscape and reading the world around me that soon be my home, but my senses were on him.
On the one sitting next to me, who smelled of sandalwood and vanilla.
The one who kept fidgeting in his seat, touching his hair, and scratching his nose. I could see him in the reflection of the window. We wanted each other, but I did so in silence, throbbing inside and gnawing at my entrails, while was clearing itching, with desire scratching him raw.
What a beautiful dance this was and how it showed that we are different kinds of the same stone.
The driver stopped by Nana's as agreed. We got out of the car and stood on the sidewalk. I looked at the building, seeing how quaint it was. I had been here before when I met Niall and Liam, but I didn't look at the place where my lover worked. It was just as I pictured: a small, local, home.
Inside there is a hand full of customers getting their service. An older woman wearing a bright yellow polka-dotted dress, stood behind the counter placing freshly baked cookies behind the glass.
"I guess she's a bit late..." Taryn explained obviously, looking up and down the street. "We'll wait."
"Olivia has children. She probably dropped them off at school." Harry chimed up, standing close to me with hands in his coat.
"So, this is 'Nana's"?" I asked looking at the building ahead of me. "Is this where you work?"
Harry looked over his shoulder and waved at the woman behind the counter. She waved back with a huge smile on her.
"This is it," Harry announced.
"Are those the cookies you bought the last time?"
"Yes."
"Hmmm..."I walked towards the door, but Harry stopped me standing in my way at a safe distance. "What are you doing?"
"Getting cookies."
"Honey, no-'
"Hey, you know I love you, but don't call me honey in public. Sounds weird."
Harry's face changed, with his green eyes becoming slightly darker.
"You are honey. You taste like it too."
"Is this you luring me back in?"
"Is it working?"
I sneered back.
"An entire day," I explained. "The game is the entire day."
"I thought this was a punishment and you proving a point. Now, it's a game?"
"It is what it has to be, Harry." I underlined.
We shared a look full of desire, both with teasing smiles on our lips. Harry widened his smile, showing me his tongue glued to his teeth.
"Zayn, I didn't tell people I know you-"
"Introduce me, then," I ordered. "I'm going to be living here, anyway."
I walked around my dearest, pulling the door open and stepping into the bakery. Immediately the smell of warm bread and fresh cookies invaded my nose, sending me to heaven.

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Calamity [Zarry Stylik AU]©️
FanfictionSent back home for rehabilitation to fight off the battle with his addictions, past and inner struggles, Zayn Malik develops an unlikely and hypnotizing connection with Harry Styles, the young man who works at a local bakery. Together they explore n...