Should We Just Keep Driving? [Zarry Stylik AU]©️

Chapter 6

"So...Five years is a long time."

The driver showed him a crooked smirk, as he continued ahead. Harry could sense that Zayn was curious about him and having him curious, made him proud.

He liked the thought of someone wanting to know more of him, wanting to peel all his layers and chase him down. It made him all tingly inside.

Just not right away.

Zayn was his type. Dark hair, dark eyes, and skin that looked delicious to taste. Such a beautiful face, but with a lingering mysterious veil over him. And under the moonlight, he was just as riveting. Harry kept to himself, but if he could, he'd reach over and let his imagination run wild with desire.

He knew Zayn had been watching from his window. Harry played his midnight strolls towards his bosses' curiosity and the fact that Zayn was walking with him made him happy.

Love, or even any kind of intimacy, had been such a distant thought to Harry.

In prison, he kept to himself, but he knew he was wanted and desired by many of them. Still, he found solace in himself, rather than falling into the hands of others and risking contracting something dangerous.

Or even dying.

However, he was eager for it. Zayn was the first man that made Harry want to break his unwanted celibacy. How he moved, how he sounded, how he smelled...just hitting all points of interest. He was as enticing as that moon in the sky reflecting down on them. Zayn had his gravitational pull and Harry was already following.

For the past week, Harry had been trying to control his heartbeat, so it wouldn't betray his new emotions. He had been feeling this way ever since he understood that Zayn was watching him from the window.

It was like a game of cat and mouse, where he tried to show, but not give the idea that he was aware that he was being watched. Knowing that Zayn was close, and had shown any kind of interest, made his heart jump. That made him want more interaction, aside from the short conversations they had when he came home.

Zayn was so pretty and docile. He was loving, and caring and seemed to give his all. Sometimes from the kitchen, Harry could hear his voice and hoped he'd come in to greet them, but Zayn never showed.

Now, here they were. With him walking ahead into the unknown. Harry couldn't hide the smirk on his lips.

Zayn looked back at him and Harry understood he had been watching him for a long time, without answering his initial remark.

"Well, in reality, it was fifteen years."

"Fifteen?"

"Yes," Harry responded with a sigh. "The judge slammed the gavel and said fifteen years. I was...devastated, but not entirely surprised."

"For what?"

"Organised crime, drug trafficking and money laundering," Harry responded in one go. "I was a different person by then."

He then looked at Zayn. Harry focused on his perfect lips and beautiful features. He wanted to be closer. Perhaps even kiss him. Perhaps worship his body as he deserved.

Or, better yet and he hoped dearly, let Zayn worship him. Show Zayn what pleasure could feel and look like. He was well built, a little bit shorter, but that wasn't a problem - he loved being the tallest one and having a pretty look at.

"So, how did you go from fifteen to five?"

"One beautiful, cold morning, about three months into my sentence, a detective came to me, accompanied by a representative of the Crown, and offered me a sentence reduction, if I shared information."