For Lovers Only - [A Zarry Stylik]©️

VII- ZAYN BROKE THE GLASS...

Z,

I stared at the sky.

The clouds were thick and wide, moving across the blue like giants of foam. The morning reflected my anxiety and instability: the sun came through and with it the thought of Harry being close once more.

The clouds came with the guilt of not being true to Liam and the instability of these feelings scratching under the surface of my skin. It was all too much.

It had been three days of anxiety and nervousness, trying to play it cool and blaming it on the upcoming event I was planning. I was out of patience for Liam, for work, for Jaimie; the only constant was Harry haunting my thoughts both while awake and in the dreamlands.

Last night, noticing how stressed I was, Liam asked me if I wanted a massage, but I refused - having Liam's hands on me while thinking of Harry didn't feel right.

Not after the last time.

We didn't make love again since then - I was going to bed first (even though I wasn't sleeping) to avoid Liam's touch. It wasn't right, I knew, but it was better than laying with my husband with someone in mind. Right?

The little hours of sleep I got, had Harry all over it. My dreams (extremely vivid memories) were so real, that made me orgasm in my sleep. It was embarrassing and beautiful.

Picking up my tea, I drank, almost burning my lips. Around me the street was bustling with people enjoying the last day of the week, going to work or school with the excitement of the weekend just around the corner. And yet, my knee wouldn't stop trembling under the table.

"Mate!" Niall's voice made me jump, coming from behind.

"You're late," I accused with little amusement, setting my tea down. Niall wore a very expensive leather jacket with a wool collar and cool shades. His auburn hair was perfectly combed back, reminding me of a man straight from the fifties.

"Aren't you cold? Niall asked, rubbing his palms together. "Why are we outside?"

I needed the cold to keep him alert and grounded. If I focused on the cold on my skin, I wouldn't be bothered by the heat in the pit of my stomach.

"Too loud inside. Don't know how people can be that excited in the morning."

"It's Friday! And you're all sad. Why?"

"You were late."

"Sorry, mate. Had a...long conversation with Amelia. You know how it goes."

Nothing against Niall and Amelia's relationship, but my friend could be very boastful about it to the point of scratching under my skin. I was jealous of Niall's ability to maintain a solid relationship with zero guilt or shame.

How they could be together without manipulating one another, having open conversations and just being? I was jealous of it. It all seemed like a far dream.

The waitress came to our table wishing Niall a good morning with a friendly smile. My friend ordered an expresso with a glass of water.

"Conversation about what?"

Niall stopped. "By conversation, I mean sex, Zayn. Keep up."

I turned my face to the street watching the people go by.

"You should've ordered some tea. It's cold today."

"We can go inside."

"Too loud..." I groaned, grabbing my tea, and drinking the warm liquid. Niall frowned. "I don't like it when you're this boastful about Amelia. It's almost rude."