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

Chapter 13

When lightning strikes it ripples down the ground, sending electricity through every layer of the Earth. It's pretty much the same thing when attraction hits that boiling point, which tilts over when you want nothing but to erupt into the flames of pleasure. That's when rationality does nothing to stop it - it can't. It's bigger than anything.

Everything is pure energy; in such a thick layer you can touch it. You respond to that boiling point with instinct, passion, with hunger. So intense, you feel it brushes against the tip of your fingers, the taste on your tongue and the wave drowning you. It usually comes as a surprise. Taking you by storm. And the body does the talking for you.

No sense. No rationality. The moment the electricity flies through you, that's it.

You're done.

And fuck it if it doesn't feel good.

Harry pulled Zayn by the hand up the stairs. He had taken the keys from Melissa to the small room just above the bar - a room he used to occupy when he was younger and thought Melissa had gotten rid of it.

As they climbed to the third floor, they traded kisses against the railings again. They weren't even high off the alcohol anymore; it was just pure attraction bubbling through their veins. They giggled, laughed, tripped over their feet and as they went up the first floor. Harry pushed Zayn against the railings, tasting the softness of his lips and loving the soft pants.

He pressed his body against the young CEO, crushing him with his desire. He wanted Zayn to know, that he was going to have him, and Zayn understand the message. Harry felt his skilled fingers, rubbing that sweet spot over his jeans, palming Harry's size. His erection stood against the fabric, creating an obvious tent.

Cupping his face, tilting his head so he could kiss, Harry panted, feeling Zayn's touch. He was ready to explode right there and then.

Zayn pushed him off, separating their bodies and Harry staggered back against the wall. They paused for a moment, watching each other with unmeasured hunger.

"Fucking tease..."

"I told you to get us a room. Not the staircase." Zayn responded, with an equal hard-on. Harry approached him again, pulling his face into his and seeing how gone Zayn was. "Do you want me?"

"Yes,"

"What do you want to do to me?"

Harry hissed against his lips. "I want you to say my name."

"And?"

"I want you to come for me."

"Then get us a room."

Harry grabbed Zayn's hand pulling him up the stairs to another floor. As they moved up, the music and bustling energy of Yitty, were behind them the only rhythm guiding them was the pounding of their hearts.

As they reached the second floor, Zayn rushed past Harry, blocking his path. He stood on the upper step, looking down at Harry. The CEO pulled him closer, deepening their connection and taking advantage of the height difference.

None of them used reason or common sense, just focused on the emotions they were feeling. Blood rushed through their veins without a match and all sense was gone.

"One more floor..." Harry whispered against his pleading lips. "Just one."

Zayn guided him to the last floor, where the hallway ended at a door. Harry walked past him, pulling out a key and opening the entrance to the bedroom.

He entered a room; he hadn't been inside in years. He could almost navigate it with closed eyes, as everything was still in place. While Zayn looked down to the lower floors, from where the music pulsated, Harry wandered around the bed and turned on the lonely lamp on the one nightstand.