zarry one shots and mini fics

infidelity (zourry)

A/N
Sad/Poor Harry, smut and the end. Cheating, Non-Consent. Please do not read if it is triggering.

Other than that, enjoy!

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Drowning in the deja vu.

That was how Harry was feeling right now.

It was almost like as if Zayn knew that Harry was insecure about himself, so he decided to find himself a younger, more beautiful twink to satisfy his sexual needs.

Louis was an undergraduate and Harry was well aware that Zayn was playing sugar daddy by paying for his university bills.

He had soft, feathery looking hair, blue-green eyes and a beautiful, toned body. Everything Harry wanted so he could also please Zayn like he used to

Was he not submissive enough? Was he too pudgy and fat? Was he too ugly? Was he too uptight? Was he not enough?

He cried silently, hearing the sounds of his husband of 5 years pounding recklessly into the 19 year old and him fueling his husband's libido by moaning shamelessly, like as if Harry wasn't in the next room.

He cried and cried until there was no fight in him left, falling asleep on the tear stained sheets.

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Harry woke up the next day, finding out that Louis had left for his morning classes, and Zayn for his work.

Harry was a stay at home husband, and sometimes he wondered if Harry found him useless, sitting on his ass all day.

He made a mental note to find something productive to do, maybe even take up classes.

He went about his morning routine, cleaning the house, finding a bottle of lube in the room he used to share with Zayn.

He made dinner, and hoped to god that Zayn would like it.

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Zayn only reached home at 8pm. "Harry, I'm home." Zayn said, making his presence known.

He hung his coat by the door and made his way to the kitchen.

"Hi Zayn. There's steak and mashed potatoes for dinner,"

"Good because Louis is coming over." Zayn stated with no emotion.

Zayn watched as his husband's face fell.

Suddenly, Harry was not hungry anymore.

"Oh. Okay. I'm off to bed, feeling tired and all. I hope you both like the dinner i made. Goodnight Zayn." Harry said as fast as possible, not trusting his weak voice that seemed to crack as he spoke.

Without waiting for a response he made his way upstairs, not before catching Louis come through the front door, which Harry knew was locked with a passcode.

He trudged up the stairs, taking off his shirt on the way up before throwing them into the hamper.

He laid on the sheets, too tired to cry, falling asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.

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Unfortunately he was awakened by two pairs of lips roaming his body.

He opened his eyes, confused.

Zayn was kissing the skin in between his thighs, biting and marking the pale skin, while Louis was littering hickeys all over his chest and neck.

"W-what's going on.." Harry trailed off, a thousand emotions running through his head.