MY POSSESSION

🦗 GRASSHOPPER 🦗

*AUTHOR'S POV*

"So, how was your grandmother's house?" Gigi asked, settling comfortably onto Zayn's lap. She was wearing a crop top, and Zayn idly traced patterns on her exposed waist.
"Well, it depends on what kind of mood I'm in right now," Zayn replied, his voice a touch vague. Gigi narrowed her eyes, looking up at him as she crunched on a chip. "What do you mean?" Zayn sighed, leaning his head back on the bench. "It was a nightmare, but... not entirely." Gigi nodded, though she clearly understood absolutely nothing. "So, what exactly happened?" Zayn looked at her, then plucked a chip from her hand, popping it into his mouth. He seemed to be deliberately avoiding the question, at least for the moment.

"Are those people always clinging in public places?" Harry asked Louis, his eyes fixed on the couple. He clearly recognized who they were. "Oh, them? That's Zayn and his girlfriend, Gigi. They're the power couple here," Louis explained, gesturing towards a group of girls who were openly admiring them. "You see those girls cooing at them?"
"Don't they have a life?" Harry asked, taking a bite of his sandwich. He looked genuinely perplexed. "No, neither does the couple," Louis replied, sounding bored. "Gosh..." Harry muttered, looking at them with a distinctly judgmental expression. "Lou, Lou, here," Harry said suddenly, his tone brightening with enthusiasm. He opened a packet of Pocky sticks and offered one to Louis. Louis smiled, unsure of what else to do, and accepted it.

"He's new here, I think. He's one of our juniors. Seems he knows Lou pretty well," Gigi said, pulling Zayn out of his thoughts. Zayn looked at her, confused. "What?" he asked, and Gigi turned his face towards Harry and Louis, holding his chin so he couldn't look away. "I said, that boy and Louis might be a thing," Gigi said, watching Zayn amusedly as his expression shifted from nervous to outright anger. "Huh? Strange~~" Gigi puffed out her cheeks and squinted her eyes, feigning innocence. "Your Baba was here for the admission of three boys. He's one of them, then," she concluded, slipping off Zayn's lap effortlessly. "Okay, tell me. You two are cooking something up, aren't you? You didn't call me when you were at your grandmother's, and he came here with your Baba. Tell me, what's the fucking deal?" Gigi demanded, her tone sharp. Zayn's eyes widened, his gaze fixed on Harry and Louis. He clenched his jaw, his fists tightening. Gigi followed his gaze and was momentarily stunned. Harry was leaning forward, wiping something from the corner of Louis's lips. He then looked in their direction and mumbled something into Louis's ear before taking his hand. "You fucking thing," Zayn growled, and before Gigi could understand or do anything, he was already storming towards them.

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"What do you think you're doing?" Zayn growled, pinning Harry against the bathroom wall. "What?" Harry asked, batting his eyelashes in confusion.
"You're really a brat, aren't you?" Zayn said with a smirk, grabbing Harry by the waist and pulling him closer. "I actually don't understand what exactly you're talking about—" Harry hissed as he felt Zayn's body pressing against his, the pressure of Zayn's thighs on his crotch. "Zayn..." Harry said in a warning tone. "Who are you?" Zayn asked. Harry put his hand against Zayn's chest, trying to push him away. "I asked you something," Zayn said again, slipping Harry's hand away and pinning it above his head with one hand, grabbing his jaw with the other. "I'm Harry Styles," Harry said, his voice muffled and shaky. "No, you're Harreh Zayn Malik. YOU ARE MINE," Zayn said, putting his face close to Harry's neck and screaming the words into his ear. "Firstly, I'm not yours, and secondly, you have a girlfriend, sir," Harry said, tightening his jaw, trying to wiggle out of Zayn's grip. "And you have a husband. You shouldn't go around feeding other people or wiping their lips with your thumb, baby doll," Zayn said, his breath hot on Harry's face. "Zayn... I will do whatever I want," Harry said, his eyes challenging. Zayn slammed Harry's wrists against the wall, holding both of them tightly with one hand. "Ouch—" Harry winced, tightening his jaw. They stared into each other's eyes, Zayn's gaze shifting to Harry's lips for a moment. "It's in your pocket?" Zayn asked, putting his free hand into Harry's hoodie pocket. "Aaaha," he said, pulling out the box of Pocky. He took one out with his lips. "You know, you have some serious mental issues," Harry said, watching Zayn. "Umhm... open your mouth," Zayn said, nodding. "Hell no..." Harry said, turning his face away. "Open your mouth," Zayn said again, looking at his lips. "No... Are you deaf?" Harry asked aggressively. Zayn tightened his jaw and rolled his eyes. "This is the last time I'm saying this, HARREH OPEN YOUR MOUTH..." Zayn yelled, pushing his body closer to Harry. "Zayn... for the last time, get off me, let me go... I will complain against you," Harry said, gritting his teeth, wiggling again.
"Complaint? About exactly what again? That your legally wedded husband wants to do a little romance with you? Huh?" Zayn chuckled, putting the chocolate stick in his mouth again. He grabbed Harry's jaw harshly, his finger and thumb on Harry's cheeks, forcing him to open his mouth. He placed the stick over Harry's tongue. Harry moved his face, and Zayn tightened his grip, making Harry whimper. "This surely will be in your memory, that you shouldn't go around and feed another man when your beloved husband is right here," he said. After successfully placing one end of the stick between Harry's lips, he smirked, still holding Harry's wrists pinned above his head and his jaw, tilting Harry's head. He started to bite into the stick, looking into Harry's eyes.
Their hearts beat fast, Harry's whole body stiffened. Zayn lightly pressed his thigh again, making Harry shaky. Their lips got closer, Zayn released Harry's jaw and traced his neck with his finger. Zayn was losing himself. Harry noticed how close Zayn was, their lips almost touching, he could feel Zayn's heavy and warm breath. As Zayn was about to press his lips onto his, Harry moved his face and spat out the last bit of the Pocky stick. Zayn closed his eyes in anger, nudging Harry's neck in frustration.
"If you do that again, I will tie you to the bed and fuck your brains out," Zayn said through gritted teeth. The look in Zayn's eyes made Harry gulp, but he took a deep breath and gathered his courage. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," Zayn cursed in pain as Harry stomped on his foot. "Listen, buddy..." Harry glared at him and grabbed Zayn by his collar. "If you do this shit ever again, I will ruin your bloody face like your shoes." Zayn smirked, putting his hands on Harry's waist, startling him. "My kitty has claws? I would love to get some scratches from you." Harry shook his head in disgust and shoved Zayn away. Zayn let him go, and Harry took the chance to escape. "See you at home, doll," Zayn said, shoving his hands into his pockets and laughing, shaking his head.

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"It's a terrible idea to get mixed up in your big brother's love life, especially when it involves marriage." This thought was stuck in Namjoon's mind as he sat in their usual spot in the cafeteria, forced to listen to what his older friend had done. "Seriously, he's lost his mind," Kinn said, completely focused on stalking Harry's social media, looking at every picture from every class. "He grabbed me by my collar," Zayn said, looking like he was about to giggle like a teenager in a romantic movie. "Did he look good while doing that?" Kinn asked, not knowing when to be quiet. "I still haven't even seen him," Hoseok said, sounding bored and a little annoyed. "I almost kissed him," Zayn mumbled, looking down at the table and blushing deeply, squeezing his hands together. "Wait, what did you just say?" Hoseok asked, coughing and spilling his drink, cringing at himself more than his friends did. "Who did you almost kiss, baby?" Gigi asked, arriving at the worst possible moment. "Oh, hi darling, how are you?" Kinn asked, making Gigi blush. "I was okay, but I'm better now," she replied, smiling and tucking her hair behind her ear. They all rolled their eyes silently, then turned their attention back to Zayn. "Hey everyone," she greeted, and they all nodded, exchanging knowing glances. She sat down next to Zayn, very close to him. "Who did you kiss?" Gigi asked again, crossing her arms and leaning forward. "He hasn't told you yet? Come on, Zayn," Namjoon said, nudging Zayn, who was still lost in his thoughts. "He kissed Harry," Kinn said with a smirk, and Zayn's eyes widened. "ZAYN?" Gigi shouted, almost jumping out of her seat, then looked around and sat down quietly. "Gigi, please listen to me," Zayn said, "I wanted to tell you, he had a dream, he kissed Harry Potter." Namjoon said, taking a sip of his drink and flipping through his book. "Wait, what?" Gigi asked, confused, looking at Zayn, whose face told a different story. "Hey, what's up?" Liam asked, finally joining them after getting scolded by a teacher. "Hey brother," they all said together, including Gigi, as Liam sat down next to Namjoon. "You know, Liam, Zayn kissed Harry," Gigi said suddenly, and Zayn sighed, making them all want to laugh at Liam's expression. "WHAT? HARRY? YOU KNOW ABOUT HARRY?" Liam asked, looking back and forth, his neck almost snapping. "No, Namjoon told me," she said, looking directly at Zayn, who wished the floor would swallow him. "And you're okay with that?" Liam asked, completely confused, and Namjoon couldn't help but burst out laughing. "Well, he's a Harry Potter fan," Gigi said, pinching Zayn's cheek and lightly slapping him. "Harry Potter fan? Really?" Liam asked, rolling his eyes and leaning back in his chair. "Yeah, why? Is there another Harry?" Gigi asked, wiggling her eyebrows, catching everyone off guard. "I have a crush named Harry, and who knows when I'll get to kiss him," Kinn said, chuckling, completely ignoring Zayn's death glare."

Harry was a storm of anger, his breaths coming in sharp, rapid bursts, as Seokjin pulled him along, forcing him to sit at a table with his friends. "Would you like something to drink?" Louis asked, his voice laced with concern, noticing the way Harry was struggling to catch his breath. "Did something happen to him, Jinnie?" Kendall asked, her curiosity piqued by Harry's obvious distress. "He is... oh my gosh, I hate him so much," Harry managed to sputter out, his voice thick with frustration. Niall raised his eyebrows at Seokjin, who let out a long sigh and leaned back in his chair, looking exasperated. "He? You already have a 'he' problem? And here I am, haven't even managed to attract an admirer, let alone a lover," Porsche said dramatically, throwing his hands up in mock despair. "Is it Zayn?" Louis asked quietly, looking down at his plate, and Seokjin's sigh grew even louder. "Alright, Jinnie, spill the beans," Kendall said, crossing her arms over her chest and giving Seokjin a stern look. "Nothing, really," Seokjin said, trying to dismiss the conversation, "Damn, he is a handful, isn't he?" He then pushed a fresh food tray towards Harry, who was still simmering with anger, his internal rage a palpable presence at the table.

LITTLE SHORTER, MIND IS KINDA BLANK AGAIN .. SORRY ....