Stolen Moments (Zarry Stylik)

"Fuck!" The word escaped from my teeth in a gasp.

Harry Styles was a mother-fucker sometimes I swear. We were in the middle of an interview with this radio station and he found it necessary to keep touching me. First his hand just rubbed on my leg casually, and then it got worse from there. He kept lifting his hand higher and higher, and then he squeezed my thigh right next to my... well anyway. He knew what it did to me and he was doing it on purpose. I really wanted that interview to be over with already, I don't think I can resist jumping him any longer.

"Well, there you have it guys, One Direction. Thanks for coming to talk with us." The radio spokesperson smiled, as he turned the switch for 'Off Air'.

Thank God! I was about to burst. Harry was going to get it, that little fucker. As we were walking out of the studio I saw the smirk on his face, and I knew it was because of what he did to me. That was when I couldn't take it anymore. The hotel wasn't going to come fast enough.

"Hey Paul!" I jogged over to him and began whispering urgently in his ear.

"I need to take care of a few things before we get to the hotel, you guys just leave without me. Me and

Harry will make sure to stay out of sight."

Paul looks at me questioningly and looked like he was about to reject my offer when he sighs and shakes his head in defeat.

"Fine, but you boys better not get in the papers, if you do, I'm quitting this job!" He chuckles walking off with the rest quickly onto the tour bus.

I smirked as I watched the tour bus drive off with the other 3 and then I looked behind me and saw Harry standing in the middle of the street smugly. I glare at him and motion for him to follow me. I didn't know where I was going, but as soon as I found a proper place I was dragging him with me. I noticed a little alley around the corner and I grabbed his hand and intertwined his fingers with mine.

We were running down the alley together laughing until I saw a curve in the road and I quickly took it pulling him with me, and pushing him against the wall. Harry doesn't even look surprised, and he just looks at me with a smug look lifting up an eyebrow, as if he was challenging me. I grabbed his jacket and pulled him towards me roughly and slammed my lips against his. Harry Styles' lips would be the death of me one day.

I mean he moved them with such ease and our lips seemed to fit together. His mouth moved hungrily with mine, his tongue traced my bottom lip pleadingly with his. I wanted to tease him more, to punish him for making me feel that way in the middle of an interview but I couldn't. I opened my mouth and shot my tongue out to meet his. He stifled a moan as my tongue touched his. My hands had moved from his jacket and they were entangled and knotted in his hair. I tugged and pulled at his soft curls. It probably hurt him too but I knew that he didn't care because the sounds coming from his throat only meant pleasure to my ears. His hands had been fisting through my own hair but now they were running down my back and desperately lifting up my jumper to touch my skin. When his cold fingers met with my warm stomach I gasped breaking contact with his lips.

"You like that don't you?" Harry chuckled as he began running his hands all over my lower torso.

"You don't even know the half of it." I say in strangled breaths.

He looks up at me and our eyes lock with each other, and I didn't notice he was moving me until it was my turn ro have my back slammed against the wall.

"Oh Zayn," his forehead rests on mine as he caresses my cheeks with his thumbs, and rubbing them over my lips agonizingly. I couldn't resist myself, so I bit my lip and looked away from his piercing green eyes. "I bet I do know."

Harry moans quietly, then grabs my face and takes my bottom lip in between his teeth and pulls. The shivers that ran down my spine made me shake visibly. The way he did that always made me lose all my sense of thought. He chuckles pulling away after slightly teasing my lips and goes back to looking at me. I saw sadness enter his eyes as he stared at my face. I hated seeing him sad, when Harry was happy he always lit up the room and my day. But whenever I saw him sad I couldn't bare anything I wanted to fix everything so he could be happy.

"Harry, tell me, what's wrong?" I lift up my hand and brush the curls away from his eyes so I can see them clearly.

He looks at me then grabs me tightly and hugs me close resting his head in the crook of my neck. I felt his warm breath hit against my skin and it took all my power to keep thinking clearly.

"I hate this Zayn. This hiding, this sneaking around. It hurts me to see you touch other girls and even other guys. I hate them for doing this to us."

He sounded to so broken and sad. Poor Harry, he was always so carefree, he always thought he could do whatever he wanted.

"Sh, Harry one day, just wait one day the whole world will know that Harry Styles is mine and nobody, whether male or female, can take you away from me."

I lift his head and brush my lips against his slowly and sweetly. My eyes fluttered closed at the mere feel of his lips, and I knew I could feel the pain. His pain. I broke us apart all too soon and I took his hand and intertwined his fingers in mine. We walked slowly to the beginning of the alley savoring the final stolen moments we had together. Once we reached the main street we let go of each others hands and smiled. Before we could continue walking he grabbed my neck and brought his mouth to my ear. I could feel his wet lips and his teeth graze my ear and the feel of his breath as he whispered.

"I love you" then took off running.

*le fin*

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A/N: CONSPIRACY THEORY:

____this is a joke nothing serious___

Guys so I was thinking the other day, and what if this was real? What If Zarry was real and this whole Larry Stylinson business was created by Modest so that they could give something for people to talk about? What if Louis and Harry were just friends but Harry and Zayn were more? What if Larry was created to make sure people wouldn't notice Zarry and cause trouble for them? WHAT IF YOUR WHOLE LIFE WAS A LIE AND ONE DIRECTION NEVER EXISTED?! What if after the This Is Us movie there is a thank you note on the screen saying: Thank You for participating in our experiment. It has been very helpful. One Direction never existed. Have A GOOD DAY!

_______LOL! sorry guys but I was just thinking! I hope you enjoyed the One Shot, it made me die while writing, it! I love Zarry Bromance! THEY ARE SEX! Alright comment and vote and keep reading my stuff!

Love Me xx Lulu Payne~