For Lovers Only - [A Zarry Stylik]©️

XXIX- WE ARE ALL HORRIBLE

H,

I packed my belongings inside my bag. Shirts, jeans, boxers, and toiletries I had brought with me to a weekend with Simon. You'd think that I was a conscious packer, but the truth is, whenever I travel, I always bring extra clothes because accidents happen, and I didn't want to be left unclothed.

The morning started lazily and beautifully, but it was approaching nearly lunchtime and I needed to get back to London to meet with Niall and Louis about the block party. They were going to have one final meeting with the city council to go over all the necessary final details for the party to happen on Friday.

And, even though I was nothing more than a photographer, I wanted to be there for my friends and help in all ways possible. No matter how much it hurt me to leave Zayn behind for the moment.

Zayn watched me while sitting on a chair by the window. He had been quiet this morning, spending most of his minutes watching me like a hawk. As if he were dreading the moment I left and wanted to memorize every second with me.

"How many clothes did you pack?" Zayn asked with a judgmental tone.

I smirked.

"I had a lot of options,"

"Clearly," Zayn mumbled. "You're not packing those?"

Next to my bag, on the bed, was a small pile of t-shirts, some socks and underwear that I had failed to pack. I had seen them. I just didn't want to add them. I was leaving them for a reason.

"No. I'll just leave them here."

I heard Zayn chuckle.

"Harry Styles Subtle Takeover."

I stopped and turned to face him. Zayn was slouched on a chair by the window with his legs sprawled apart wearing dark jeans and a grey shirt. His left arm rested on one of the sides of the chair, while he used his right elbow to support him on the other side, with a hand holding his head. I had to pause for a moment, looking at all the tattoos covering his arms. We glared at one another with nothing to say. I couldn't take how beautiful and sensual he looked in that pose.

This weekend has brought out our more animal instinct. There was not a specific hour in the day or at night for us to respond to our desires; we'd just fall right into one another. We'd just look - as we were doing right now - read each other's minds and go for it. I had lost count of the number of times, but I was certain we had done it in every room of this house - except what was soon to be Jaimie's room.

I had new markings on me: a new one on my neck, a couple on my groin that tugged at my skin whenever I moved too much and a specific one on the inside of my arm. I don't remember how or when any of these happened.

I had left my mark on Zayn too: he was complaining of soreness on his hips from me grabbing too hard, his back from me leaning on him with my full weight against the bed and his right shoulder from friction against the hardwood floor.

It was harder when we were around the men - very straight and very macho men! - working around the house; We told them I was a friend visiting, which wasn't a lie, and I was there to help. We did the best thing which was to work in separate 'teams'. It was even more painful because I could hear Zayn's voice from the other side of the house or outside, but I couldn't go to him. We'd wait until Stefan and the team went away, so we could kill our hunger - that's when most of the bruises happened, to be honest.

On this day, the workers had come early to finish some work, since yesterday, Zayn told them he wasn't going to be around the house so gave the men the day off - which they appreciated. This morning, they came extra early and scared us by beginning to hammer outside, which they were still doing.