ten years ; zarry

When I See You Again

Zayn groaned, tugging at his dark hair as his boyfriend yelled at him. He was complaining about money, as he always was because in his eyes, Zayn wasn't giving him anywhere close to enough spending money.

"Kin, would you kindly shut the fuck up now, I'm fucking exhausted and you're giving me a headache." Zayn said, massaging the tips of his fingers into his temples.

"Excuse me? No, I will not shut the fuck up! I can't believe you!" Kinston yelled, shoving Zayn some, pushing his boundaries.

"Do you have any idea how embarrassing it was to have my card declined?! No, you've no idea because you have a shit ton of it on all of your cards whereas I'm limited. It's not fair!" Kinston yelled, his arms crossing over his chest in the most dramatic way.

"That's because it's my fucking money! It's me who gets up and makes it, not you! Kin, I give you way more than enough, you're just  greedy." Zayn yelled, growing tired of having the same argument.

"It's not fair, Zayn! I need more!" Kin yelled, on the verge of tears and Zayn just snapped.

"Kinston, shut the fuck up!" Zayn roared and his angry tone probably would have stopped most people but definitely not a stubborn ol Kinston.

Kinston went to talk, or yell whatever he was  going to do but Zayn grabbed his cheeks in a harsh grip.

"I said shut up. I give you enough, nothing you do or say, will get you more or otherwise I'll go broke." Zayn said, his voice was calm but he was anything but it.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry baby, I don't mean to be a spoiled brat, I just- I'm sorry." He cried, pushing out of Zayn's hold and into his arms

"I know, baby. I know." He mumbled, finally calming down now that his baby was in his arms.

They were so fucking dysfunctional but it all worked. It wasn't the best they could do but it sure as hell wasn't the worst.

"I suppose you'll go out now." Kinston said, knowing the drill by now. They'd argue, he'd crack, apologize and cry. Then Zayn would leave, only to come home at four am piss drunk.

"I love you." He told Zayn and it was true, he did love Zayn. He just loved his money more and Zayn knew that but he didn't care.

"I told you not to say that." He said, already annoyed with the man.

Kinston knew he would leave now, so with reluctance, he let him go and made his way to their room.

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Kinston was right, Zayn did leave. He left as soon as he heard their room door shut. His driver took him to a high end bar, a bar he's always at. There were a few familiar faces, a few people he greeted, others he ignored as he made his way to a seat in the vip section.

"Evening, Mr. Malik. Would you like the usual or should we try something new?"

Zayn looked up to see, Kalea, a small and energetic woman who happened to be the only waitress Zayn could stand. She didn't flirt with Zayn the way the others did, didn't slip him their number at the end of the meal.

She just did her job, and that's why she was Zayn's favorite.

"Yeah, just the usual and an order of cheese fries and nachos." Zayn replied, pulling out his member card and handing it to her.

She nodded, gave him a soft smile before she left with his card and headed to turn in his order. She passed by a couple of guys on the way, one looking rather angry and the other looking pained in more ways than one.

"I wish you would hurry the fuck up. I need a drink and you're moving slower than ever." A voice said, grabbing Zayn's attention.

He didn't bother to turn around, it wasn't his place to say or doing anything. Sure it was a dick move the guy pulled but it wasn't like Zayn could make difference. He would only step into someone else business if it got too physical.

"I'm sorry, I'm trying. I do have a sprained ankle, you know?" Another voice said and Zayn turned then because he knew that voice, even after going four years without hearing it, he knew it.

"Harry?" Zayn asked, standing next to his booth now.

Both men stopped then, turning towards Zayn, one with a glare and the other with a large smile. Zayn knew then that it was really Harry, he could tell by the green in his eyes and the dimples on his cheeks.

"Zayn!" Harry said, throwing himself at Zayn and wrapping him in a tight hug.

"Zayn, Zayn, Zayn." Harry whispered, over and over because he couldn't believe it. He couldn't believe this, Zayn was actually here, in his arms.

"I missed you, I missed you so much." Harry said, still wrapped around Zayn tightly.

"I missed you too, baby." Zayn replied and fuck, Harry was actually here, latched onto him.

"Excuse me, what the fuck is this?" The man hissed, hands balled into tight fist.

Harry could hear the anger in his voice and it scared him a lot more than it should have. A nervous chill ran down Harry's spine as he pushed into Zayn more, silently begging him to never let go.

"Fuck off." Zayn said and suddenly, Harry's legs were on either side of Zayn, straddling him on the seat of Zayn's booth.

Kalea came back then, with a shocked look and all that Zayn ordered. She gave him a confused look and Zayn wanted to explain to her because there was always a silent agreement between the two that their relationship was more of a friendship than it was a employee and customer relationship.

"Later. I need security to escort the guy out." Zayn said, tired of seeing the piece of shit in his face.

"And please, get my guest a glass of the best." Zayn added, smiling down at Harry who was still wrapped around him.

Kalea nodded, a giddy look on her face because she'd never seen Zayn look at someone the way he looked at the man in his lap, not even Kinston.

"Anything else?" She asked, just before she made to walk away.

"No, we're fine for now. Perfectly fine." Zayn said as he looked down at Harry, a bright look in his eyes.

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