For Lovers Only - [A Zarry Stylik]©️

XXXIV- I HAD HIM ALL TO MYSELF

Z,

You may plan for everything, but things can always go wrong.

You might have it under control with your steps counted, every turn accounted for and every twist numbered, but if things must go to shit, then they will.

In my mind, this situation was never accounted for. Liam finding out in such a dramatic fashion was never included. I always thought I had it all under control.

I didn't. I never did.

If things must go shit, then they will.

All I can do is just make sure that the shitstorm is contained in this room and towards me, not Harry. Never Harry. I was ready to take on the wave, carry the bullets and be a shield against anything coming toward Harry.

He was nothing but a victim of mine, as was Liam, to a certain instance. Both victims of my selfishness, insecurity, and cowardice. I am the object of their anger. My atonement comes through their forgiveness and ability to let go of our mistakes while wanting to move forward.

I was getting there with Harry, but with Liam...it was yet to be done.

So, this situation where Liam was staring right at me and Harry, wanting to kill us both, was unpredictable. Harry had defended me before, standing up to him and that could make him the target of Liam's anger. I couldn't have that.

I was done hiding in the shadows and letting the universe defend me. I needed to do it now and set the tone for what was about to come.

God, help me.

"Wow..." He was visibly angry, switching stares between me and Harry. "You're an amazing actor, Zayn. Great job. Because this is fucking fantastic. You know, I should've figured it out sooner. I was dumb. This - coming here and hiding, was clever. Clever, Zayn. But, you were always smart, keeping your cards close to you. You did well. Congratulations on fooling me. Both of you."

"I never wanted it to be this way," I explained. "I'm sorry."

Liam scoffed with a broken smile.

"That makes it all okay, then. You're sorry. Right, let me grab my things and cut this story short because you're sorry." Liam continued with his rant, throwing his anger at me and I was ready for it. "Which part are you sorry for? The lying, the hiding, could it be...I don't know, the fact that you're in bed with my friend?"

"I said I was-"

"Sorry. Right! You're sorry I caught you with your little boyfriend in the house we bought to have vacations as a family. The concept of stabbing in the back and digging the knife should have your face right next to it because of fucking hell, Zayn. You're a beast."

"Don't talk to him like that." Harry dared.

I looked at Harry seeing the resolution in his eyes and his courage. Here he was stepping into the line of fire for me again. I didn't want him to get hurt. I didn't want him to be Liam's target, because I know he could. I knew there were...some feelings toward Harry that were never acknowledged or identified clearly within Liam. But, this opportunity gave him an avenue to explore every pocket of his feelings toward Harry.

"You know what, Harry? How about you shut the fuck up because this is not about you and the last voice I want to hear, is yours."

"You can't tell me what to do. You're being an asshole - more than usual."

"I believe I have a reason."

"You might. Zayn is sorry and so am I. But, you need to deal with this as an adult, not a spoiled child throwing a fit." Harry responded. "We're together. He's happy with me. That's it."