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

Chapter 23

"Harry, you're squeezing my hand."

Zayn whispered to Harry who sat next to him in the back of the taxi. They had just left The Velvet and Zayn had a bad feeling, lurking in the shadows of his being. Harry had been quiet but kept him close. Needy. Desperate for his lips and his touch. They had a full make-out session in the back of the cab, to the poor driver's surprise, who took glances in the rear-view mirror. Harry gripped his shirt, kissed his neck, and whispered the most beautiful and seductive things in Zayn's ear. Showering him with love to the point of absolute desperation.

Even though the young CEO loved this attention and Harry's neediness turned him on, the fact that it verged on desperation concerned him. Harry's behaviour had kept him worried all day - like he was sitting on something important but couldn't find the words to put them out.

Looking at him, sitting against the backseat of the cab, it was the most beautiful Harry ever looked. The orange night lights shining across his face, coming, and going, as they drove through London's streets, gave him a dreamlike quality.

Harry made himself smaller against Zayn, nestling on him, smelling his neck, and kissing it tenderly. His tongue ran up to his earlobe biting and sucking softly on that loose skin. They kissed a few more times, completely hypnotised by one another.

Harry took Zayn's hands to his lips, kissing the knuckles repeatedly. When he looked back at Zayn, his eyes had this layer of sadness that the young CEO could pinpoint where it came from.

"Kiss me, please..."

Zayn caressed his cheek, brushing his eyebrows with his thumb, looking at his face.

"Talk to me and I'll kiss you."

"Just one more," Harry whispered back. "One last one."

"Why would it be the last one?"

Harry nudged Zayn with his face in search of his lips. At first, they breathed into one another. Their lips touched ever so softly with their eyes half open. Then, Zayn tasted Harry's upper lip, before doing the same with the lower one.

Harry was completely taken by him, letting Zayn dictate the rhythm of the kiss with soft movements and playing with his tongue. Harry's hands found his shirt, pulling him closer as Zayn deepened the kiss, dominating the moment over a limp Harry, who wanted nothing more but to die on those lips.

The young CEO took notice of Harry's fastened breath, coming like a breeze through his mouth; with his thumb, he rubbed Harry's swollen pink lips. Then, bit him softly, making the driver melt against him.

They parted lips just as the cab reached a red light. The neon red light draped them both and showed two distinct types of emotion.

"I don't like it when you're like this," Zayn whispered. The last light before heading home turned green and the cab driver proceeded his route. "If anyone had to be this desperate it would be me. I'm the one who has his neck on the line and is doing big moves with big people. If all of this goes wrong, I-"

"I know Louis. He was my best friend. The one I told you about."

At first, Zayn didn't react.

Seconds passed until he relayed the information again in his head. Then, the reaction washed all over his face. The look of love and passion he had seconds earlier, melted. His look grew cold, his jaw tensed, and a light frown came to his expression. Not this again.

Not fucking this again.

An intense emotion began to bubble inside of him. Was it anger? Was it blinding rage? Or confusion and surprise?