For Lovers Only - [A Zarry Stylik]©️

XXV- THE WEEKEND

H,

The clouds weren't as grey, but they were massive hiding the shining sun, letting it peak through on occasion. The landscape still showed proof of the heavy rain that fell the night before with little puddles of mud here and there.

The flowers and leaves held little drops of water that reflected the light of the sun. Out in the distance, the blue of the ocean blended with the blue of the sky, and, on occasion, the fresh breeze of the saltwater wafted into the restaurant.

The Chateau was this fancy hotel located in an old palace perfectly hidden amongst the trees overlooking the ocean. This five-star hotel had a span, restaurant, library, and bar - everything a luxury hotel could offer to those with money.

I met Simon for a late breakfast, and we sat by the window out looking at the beautiful garden, that led to the driveway.

My mind wasn't here, though. It was a few minutes away, down the road, in a small house still in renovations. It smelled of pizza and cocoa. It had been the home of several emotions over the past 24 hours. And yet, I wanted to go back. Pushing against everything to fix it. To fix us.

Why couldn't I just stop? What inhumane grip was this that Zayn had over me, that I couldn't allow myself to stop chasing him like a fool? I was humiliating myself and had done it again. Left a perfectly worthy man to chase down the complex layers of Zayn.

As if all the heartbreak I had suffered, hadn't been enough.

"Harry?" Simon's voice called and I turned to him. "You okay?"

I cleared my throat, focusing on the present. I had arrived to meet him at the hotel, and we were having a delicious breakfast. This was our first weekend together. Alone. Somewhere remote. To say there was a hurricane bubbling inside of me, was an understatement.

Simon was lovely, but...that fire, that passion wasn't there. I looked at him, and saw an attractive man, but not enough to lie down with him. I could do it. Look at it just from the physical aspect of things, but was that fair for him?

"Yes, yes," I feared my transgression with Zayn was visible all over my face. As if Simon could read into my mind or smell Zayn's scent on me - even though we hadn't had sex. He didn't ask too much, perhaps because he didn't want to pry, and I was relieved about it because I didn't know how to push the lie further without it becoming obvious I was lying. "I'm sorry, had a hard night."

"Couldn't sleep?"

"Lights went off and we slept on the floor by the fireplace. Not as comfortable as one might think." I twisted my neck a bit feeling it sore. Even though I had found a perfect spot between Zayn's chin and his shoulder, my body complained from the position I had been in all night. "I'm all knotted up."

Simon stared at me with curiosity.

"How's your friend?"

"He's..." I cleared my throat before answering. "Fine. He's good. Came here to find himself."

"Has he?"

I scoffed "No."

Simon drank a bit more of his coffee.

"Will you judge me, if I say I'm jealous?"

"What do you mean?"

"Our first night away and you spend it with someone else," I knew he was just teasing, but there was this layer of truth to his feelings. "I do hope you fixed things with your friend."

Did we fix anything?

We argued. I cried. Zayn showed me the divorce papers, saying they had been sent to Liam and he was done with it all. I was glad - so glad, but I kept my distance. I stayed firm...