A race to your heart (Zarry AU)

14.- Crack in the glass 🏁

Harry 's POV

At his hotel room, the conversation turned heated. Zayn's toxic behavior was straining the delicate balance we once shared. I never imagined the temper that I knew he had was going to be turning in this.

I wanted to be with him, being lovers and partners on the track. The thought of that seemed now like a distant memory. I wanted to scream and get away from his grip, he was suffocating me, but I loved him.

"What the hell is wrong with you Zayn?" I asked.

"Babe, I can't stand seeing you with him. I can't stand the fucking bloke!" Zayn yelled.

"We're just teammates for God's sake!" I reiterated for the hundredth time.

"Harry, can't you understand me? I can't... stand you being that familiar  with someone else!" Zayn said irrationally.

"And I can't stand being with someone who doesn't trust me!" I let out.  I had the words at the back of my head but in that moment I just couldn't stop from spit them.

Zayn, realizing the damage he'd done, softened. "I just care about you, babe. I want us to be more."

I shook my head, I... didn't know he could be this jealous. Not at this level.

"Zayn, love isn't built on possessiveness. We can't move forward until you manage your temper and insecurities," I said sitting on the edge of the bed. Exhausted.

I sighed, running a hand through my hair. "Zayn, I can't keep on with this. We need to find a way to make this work without... Your constant scenes."

"I know, babe. I just... I've never felt this way about someone before, and it scares me. I don't want to lose you," he let out kneeling in front of me. Defeated.

I softened, recognizing the vulnerability in Zayn's admission. At the end of the day, I love him.

"Baby, you're not going to lose me. I'm with you. Only you. But we can't have a healthy relationship if you behave like this. I need you to trust me," I said grabbing his face and making him look at me.

God, he was perfect.

Zayn nodded, "You're right. I'll try to work on it, babe. I just need you to be with me," he said kissing me and hugging me tight.

"I'm with you and I'm not going anywhere," I said kissing him back, firmly on his pillowy perfect pink lips.

"I'll try, babe. Promised," Zayn said taking a deep breath.

As the tension eased, I pulled him into a reassuring and deeper kiss.

"We'll figure this out together, okay?" I said with my voice full of hope.

I have hope for us.

"Together," Zayn whispered against my lips.

The atmosphere shifted, the weight lifted, and a sense of understanding settled between us.Without anymore words, we sought comfort in each other's arms, allowing the physical closeness to bridge the emotional gap.

Our passion became a language, a way to communicate beyond the complexities of spoken words. In the depth of the shown vulnerability, we found a moment of true intimacy.

"Babe, I'm sorry," Zayn said kissing my forehead.

"Let's enjoy this night together yeah," I said trying to forget what happened.

"I love you," Zayn let out. It was the first time that he said it to me. I was so touched by his words.

"Zee..." I said and straddled him immediately. "I... love you too. I loved you since forever," I confessed and kissed him. We showered together before and now we were lying on the bed almost naked.