Creepy Neighbor (Zarry)

Chapter Sixteen

Zayn (POV) 

After my shower I pulled a towel around my waist, walking out to my closet and shit let me say the storm outside is really getting out of fucking control. It was so cold inside that it felt like we were actually out in the damn snow.

 I looked over to Harry, seeing that he was only having a blanket over his naked body. The way he was shivering didn't help me feel any less guilty that I felt right now since he doesn't have any clothes to put on himself. I looked in my closet for a few sweaters and sweats since I know he's gonna wanna wear a shirt. 

 After tossing him a sweater and sweats I grabbed my phone to make sure none of my good costumers tried to message me about my weed. Nope nothing, not even a message from my mum, which I find sad since I told her I was into men more than women. She got all bitchy and kicked me out of the house but if it wasn't for her I probably wouldn't be here with the love of my life right now.

 I threw on some boxers and sweats then a white tee and made myself to OUR comfy looking silk bed. I'll probably have to wash these sheets sometime this week, judging by all the dried up blood and cum that still lingered all over the place.

 Harry (POV)

Putting on the warm clothes helped a lot, I thought Zayn was actually gonna make me sleep naked with nothing but the coldest briefs in the world.

 I grabbed the book that he tossed earlier, finding the page I was at. I started reading, it was still hard to get comfortable with the stinging in my arse but I tried my best to ignore that shit.

 I looked to the side and saw that he was texting and smiling, he has me here fucking the life out of me while he could just get a chick or a man that he's been texting but no.....he decided to probably keep me as a fucking sex slave while he does whatever he wants. 

I bet when I'm asleep he sneaks out and fucks some girls or guys, whatever makes him happy. I couldn't help but look at him with anger in my eyes, not that I like him or anything I'm just fucking pissed that he would kidnap me and do all these nasty things to me while he has other people he could be getting along with just fine.

''So what the fuck Zayn! You have people you're texting and smiling over when you could simply fuck them instead of hurting me like I'm some kind of idiot to you!'' I let it out, I let my thoughts out and the pain show.

He looked shocked from my sudden outburst and stared at me with wide eyes.

''Actually, Harry. It's my fucking job for your information and last time I checked, you enjoyed riding my fucking d**k a few hours ago! So don't go making me sound like I'm some kind of horrible man when you like the things I do to you! Stop acting like a dumbarse and don't you ever raise your bloody voice at me again.'' 

''Fuck you, Zayn! I'm not dumb and I had to enjoy your stupid d**k or you would have beat the crap out of me like you have been the past couple of days!'' 

Lies, I did kinda enjoy it but that's because any kind of sex would be good.

''Stop raising your fucking voice, because we both know how this is going to go!''

''Oh yes! I know damn well how this is going to go, you never give me the damn chance to speak my opinion because you hate the way I'm always right and how you're always just a man who likes to screw anything and anyone with a hole!''

I watched as he sat up out of bed and stood in front of it while balling up his fist, Fuck I'm so fucking stupid I keep telling myself I'm not gonna get on his bad side and here I am fucking trying to act all tough in front of him or even towards his arse.