If You Seek Amee | Zarry

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... Love me, hate me, say what you want about me
But all of the boys and all of the girls are begging to if you seek Amy

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Zayn stood in the kitchen, still trying to wrap his head around what had just happened. The night before, he had been handcuffed to a bed, tangled up with someone who had completely disarmed him, and now that someone-Ames-was standing in front of him, but it wasn't Ames at all. It was Harry. Harry from the café, the sweet guy with the glasses who caught Zayn's attention from across the room.

Zayn shifted his weight, running a hand through his messy hair. His heart was still racing, not just from the surprise of seeing Harry but from the realization that this guy-this Harry or Ames or whoever-was more complicated than he had thought. And now, standing in front of him, Harry looked nervous.

Harry cleared his throat, breaking the heavy silence between them. "I-uh-guess you're probably wondering what's going on," he began, awkwardly pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose.

Zayn nodded slowly, still unsure what to make of the situation. "Yeah, that would be nice," he said, his voice laced with confusion but not anger. "I mean, I wasn't expecting you to be... well, here."

Harry winced slightly, his brow furrowing as he struggled to find the right words. He opened his mouth to speak, then hesitated, glancing down at the coffee cup in his hands. For a moment, Zayn thought he wasn't going to say anything at all.

"I... need to explain something," Harry said finally, his voice quiet. He set the coffee down on the counter and took a step toward Zayn, but there was a vulnerability in his posture that hadn't been there before. "I'm not... well, I'm not just the person you think I am."

Zayn raised an eyebrow, not sure where this was going. "Okay," he said slowly. "What do you mean?"

Harry took a deep breath, rubbing the back of his neck in what seemed to be a nervous gesture. "It's... it's complicated. More complicated than I'd like it to be, actually." He paused, then let out a shaky laugh. "I'm really bad at explaining this kind of thing, especially to someone I don't know that well."

Zayn stayed quiet, sensing that this wasn't the kind of conversation he could rush. Whatever Harry was trying to say, it seemed difficult for him, and Zayn could tell it wasn't just about what had happened last night. There was something deeper going on, something that had been hidden beneath the surface.

"I have a... a condition," Harry said, finally meeting Zayn's eyes. His voice was steady now, but there was a hint of fear in it. "It's called dissociative identity disorder. Most people know it as multiple personality disorder."

Zayn blinked, the words sinking in slowly. "Wait, what?"

Harry looked down at his hands, as if unable to meet Zayn's gaze anymore. "I have different personalities," he explained, his voice soft. "You met one of them last night. His name is Ames."

Zayn stared at him, not sure how to process this information. He had heard of dissociative identity disorder before, but he had never met anyone who actually had it. And now, standing in front of him was Harry, telling him that the man he had spent the night with-Ames-was actually just one part of him.

"Look, I know this is a lot to take in," Harry said quickly, as if sensing Zayn's confusion. "And I'm really sorry if it freaks you out or if you feel like I deceived you. That wasn't my intention. I just... I didn't expect Ames to take over last night. I wasn't even planning to go out, let alone-well, let alone meet you."

Zayn took a deep breath, trying to gather his thoughts. "So... Ames is... what, like another version of you?"

Harry nodded. "Sort of. He's a different personality, but we share the same body. He comes out mostly at night, usually when I'm stressed or when I don't feel like I can handle things. Ames is... confident, flirtatious, even a little reckless. He's everything I'm not."