Zayn cracked his eyes open. His head was just throbbing. The memories of where he was slowly started to seep back into his brain. He was drunk, and stumbling around the city...Then there was Harry...then kissing-
Zayns eyes widened and he bolted up right, ignoring the pain of his head. Memories of kisses and touching flooded his mind. He quickly started to assess his body. He was still clothed, and he didn't FEEL like he had had sex. But he could remember so vividly. He and Harry were snogging, the taste of his lips, and his tail. God...the feeling of his tail wrapped around him-
A knock snapped Zayn back to reality. The hybrid looked up and frowned as the door to the room he was in, which he was just now realizing was NOT Harrys or his own room, opened. A man slithered in holding a mug of something. Zayn blinked and frowned, trying to focus his good eye on what he was seeing.
The man looked like Harry, at least at first. He was a snake hybrid and had a very similar pattern as Harry did. But this mans tail was bigger, and his hair was chopped short. There was just enough of his curls on his head to create a quiff in the front.
"Yo-" Zayn cleared his throat, trying to sound more sturdy. "You aren't Harry." He said softly. There was a flurry of emotions in Zayn's mind. Relief and a bit of disappointment that his memories weren't with Harry, and caution of this strange man mixed with raw burning curiosity. Why did this man look so much like Harry? Where was he? Had they had sex tonight?
Zayn's pondering was interrupted as he realized the man had been speaking and had moved closer to him.
"Uh, what?" Zayn asked, his ears pressing back and pushing himself back on the bed a bit as the unknown snake man slithered forward.
"I said you really should lighten up on the drinking, kitten. I brought you some tea." The man said, holding the mug out. Zayn kept his ears back and narrowed his good eye. He made no move to take it.
"Did we have sex last night?" Zayn asked, eyeing the man up and down. Like Harry often was, the man was shirtless. Zayn had to admit that he was a VERY fine specimen. He had a tight core and more muscular arms than Harry did. And even though the man was speaking softly and wasn't making any threatening movements, there was something about his aura that was much more dominating than the soft vibes Harry often radiated.
"No." The snake hybrid man chuckled, setting the glass down. He slithered onto the bed, coiling on himself to sit upright. "We snogged a bit but you kept calling me Harry and then you cried, and I could tell you were too out of it for my liking. "
Zayn found himself reaching out to grab onto the mans tail as he so often did with Harry but stopped, reminding himself that he didn't know this man. He didn't know his morals, or motivations, or his temperament.
"I'm guessing with how latched onto my tail you were last night that your 'Harry' is a snake hybrid as well?" The man asked, allowing his tail to slither over Zayns lap and the end to curl around Zayns middle. Zayn couldnt help but blush. It felt oddly...intimate.
"He is." Zayn murmured, his voice cautious. "I should really be getting back to him now." Zayn said, pulling away and moving to stand up.
"Wait." The man moved with remarkable speed for someone with such a heavy tail, slithering to be in front of Zayn. "Don't go yet. It's been a while since I've had any company, At least not company that wasn't trying to pull off my scales to sell or flash cameras at me all the time."
Zayn hissed as he was blocked, hardening his gaze. His expression melted away into confusion, cocking the eyebrow over his bad eye,
"What are you on about?" He asked. The man looked at him.
"You really don't know who I am, do you kitten?" He asked, a strange grin breaking out over his face. Zayns ears fell a bit, forcing himself to swallow the purr in his throat at the nickname.
"No. I'll be going now." Zayn said, moving past the odd man and stepping over his tail. As he did the man wrapped his tail around him once more,
"Please stay. For a little bit, please?" The man begged softly. "You're so pretty and I'd love to pick up where we left off last night." He reached out and caressed Zayn. Zayn flinched and frowned a bit.
"Stop lying." He murmured, shaking his head. "My face is fucked up." His ears fell further.
"Its cute." The man shrugged, petting Zayns now hidden ears. "We don't have to do anything, I just want to get to know you." He said. "Please, kitten?" Zayn purred abit, his cheeks tinting. The nick name felt so nice.
Zayn quickly shook his head. "No," He decided firmly. "No, I dont know you!" He huffed. "And Harrys probably worried sick and I need to leave. Get. Off me," He said, baring his teeth at the man.
The snake man let out a sad sigh but released his wrap on Zayn, moving to the side. "Alright. At least let me know your name, kitten."
Zayn sighed softly, closing his eyes. "Don't call me that" He said, his tail perking up in interest, betraying his words.
"Why? You like it. My pretty kitten." Zayn flinched again as the man touched his face, cupping his cheek. "Does this still hurt?" He ran a finger over the bottom of the scar on Zayns cheek under his eye.
"Dont!" Zayn said more firmly, backing up and frowning, his heart fluttering at the touch. "I don't know you. Stop touching me, or I'll- I'll bite you" He bared his teeth.
"So it does still hurt?" The man guessed gently. He had an amused look on his face as he saw Zayn baring his teeth. Zayn sighed and let his shoulders sag, relaxing his aggressive stand.
"No." Zayn said, turning away from him. He crossed his arms. "It happened four years ago. It doesnt hurt."
The snake man slithered around so he was seated in front of Zayn once more. "I didn't mean physically." He said gently, letting his tail brush against Zayns side. "You let yourself think that you're ugly, because of something someone else did to you."
Zayn felt a lump in his throat and he couldn't swallow it. "Wh-whatever. It's over. Its done. I need to leave, okay?" Zayn took a few steps towards the door but the snake man was in front of him again in an instant.
"You are beautiful. And you are worth more than what you think you are. You're really so beautiful." The man insisted. He wrapped his tail around Zayn as he spoke.
"Stop." Zayn said weakly.
"Beautiful kitten." The man murmured, caressing his cheek once more. Zayn melted in the touches.
"S-stop." It came out in a halfhearted whisper. He could feel tears welling up in his eyes. Why was this man having such an impact on him? He didn't even know the man!
"You're such a beautiful soul. Your face, your hands, your ears. Perfection, kitten." The man cooed out. Zayn found himself leaning against the mans tail, his legs shaky. He all but fell against him as he broke down. The man easily caught him with his tail. Zayn just started to cry. He didn't speak words, just let himself cry. He cried and cried, and cried. He felt so ugly, so unloved and unwanted, like a piece of litter that everyone kept kicking around but no one cared enough to put in the bin.
"It's alright. Let it out." The man cooed, sinking to the floor and all but cradling Zayn. "I'm here, kitten."
"Edwards here."
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More Scales- Larry Stylinson
Fanfiction(sequel to 'Scales') Harry has found his forever home, something that he had dreamed about for years. He even has his first ever boyfriend, his owner Louis Tomlinson. However, unexpected occurrences, mixed with an unannounced arrival bring up demons...
