If You Seek Amee | Zarry

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... Oh, oh
Tell me, have you seen her?
'Cause I'm so, oh
I can't get her off of my brain

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Harry's POV

God... why did this have to happen to me.

Some days I wake up feeling like I should just kill myself. I hate this feeling of being trapped. Trying to live without Cooper, trying to function properly without a lunatic ruining the last good things I have left.

I'm all alone now. I have lost friends over Ames. I have caught STD's because of Ames. And I have lost every job I've had because of Ames. I hate him and he hates me and that's why he seeks to destroy everything good I have going for me.

And now I am finally getting to know someone I might have a crush on and of course he tries to kill him. I know he had every intention on killing Zayn that night. He lurers him in with sex and manipulation and then boom, another catastrophe.

I feel like Ames wants to keep me stuck and sad. He doesn't want me to be happy and I just feel so helpless at this point.

Zayn is so handsome, sweet, caring, and helpful. He's the first piece of serine energy I have had in a long while. He has many similarities that Cooper had. And I would love to get to know him. And maybe go on a proper date with him... Alone.

Today was one step toward that dream, though, as nerve-wracking as it was. Zayn had invited me to his best friend Sabrina's birthday party, an event that promised to be glamorous and intimidating. But Zayn had been so excited, so eager for me to join him, that I couldn't bring myself to say no. I wanted to be part of Zayn's life somehow, to fit in, even if the idea was terrifying.

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The doorbell rang just as Harry was fidgeting with his hair, trying to make sure he looked presentable. He gave himself one last look in the mirror, smoothing the deep blue suit Zayn had picked out for him. It was soft and luxurious, and he couldn't help but notice how the color made his green eyes stand out. I just hope I'm enough, he thought. I don't have much to offer, but maybe being here is a start.

He opened the door, and there Zayn stood, looking effortlessly stunning in a matching blue outfit. The sight of him made Harry's breath catch in his throat, and he felt his cheeks heat up. Zayn grinned at him, his dark eyes lighting up. "You look amazing," Zayn said, stepping into the flat. "Like, really amazing."

Harry couldn't help but smile, a warmth spreading through his chest. "You clean up pretty well yourself," he replied, though his voice trembled slightly. Zayn made him nervous, but in the best possible way.

Zayn held out a gift bag, a small but sheepish smile on his face. "I, uh, got you something else," he said, looking almost embarrassed. Harry took the bag, feeling a rush of curiosity, and opened it to find three beautiful Gucci cashmere sweaters. The fabric was softer than anything he'd ever owned, and the colors were stunning.

Harry's mouth fell open. "Zayn, this is... so much. Too much," he stammered, feeling overwhelmed. The gifts were thoughtful and extravagant, and Harry didn't know how to process that kind of generosity.

Zayn waved him off with a laugh. "It's not too much. You deserve nice things, Harry. And you look perfect in blue." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small velvet box, his eyes gentle. "There's one more thing," he added, opening the box to reveal a delicate Cartier bracelet. "May I?"

Harry felt a lump form in his throat as he nodded. Zayn stepped forward, gently taking Harry's hand and fastening the bracelet around his wrist. The touch lingered, warm and soft, and Harry's eyes misted over. "I don't know what to say," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "I don't need any of this, you know. I just... I just want your time, Zayn. Your smile."