Cruel {Zarry}

2

"Zayn honey, are you alright?" His mom asked him. Apparently everyone attenting witnessed the horrible shameful incident that took place not even two minutes ago. "Uh no mom, I'm clearly not alright." Zayn made a gag sound again. "Now can I please go home or should I throw up a bit more? On the guests maybe?" He suggested sarcasticly.
"It's not like you didn't already do that." His father spoke.
The two of them shared a look.
"Yeah sure, let me get my purse and then we can go," his mother answerd.
"WHAT? NO! You can't just leave in the middle of the party Tricia" his father interrupted.

"Yes mom, you can stay. I can go on my own. We don't live that far away." Her son reassured her. His mother took a moment to think. "Then let me at least drive you home. You're still drunk."

Her son shook his head and started to talk again:"Mom honestly, It's a 8 minute drive. I think I can manage that and besides I think all the alcohol just left my body."
"Clearly" his dad said sarcasticly as he motioned the obers to clean the mess his son had made.

"And you're taking Harry here with you, so he can take a shower and wear a new clean suit." Both guys eyes wided.
It wasn't until his father mentioned Harry's name that Zayn realised that the boy was still akwardly standing there.

"Uh..no Mister Malik, I'm fine" the green eyed boy said. "I'll be heading home soon. I just need to find my parents." He looked around.

"Nonsense, thanks to my son" he pointed at Zayn "you're all covered in vomit. He ruined your suit, let me at least try and make it up to you."

"No sir, It's fine. Trust me." Harry answered.
"Look I'm not taking a no for answer, so please go with Zayn. I'll tell your parents where you are so they can pick you up afterwards."

Zayn was jumping on the inside, he gets to take the angel home. This might be the only best thing that his father had ever done for him, well this and using his sperm to create Zayn.

"My dad is right, I'm sorry. Come with me?" Zayn asked. Harry finally made eyecontact with Zayn and said a quick; "okay."

The two of them walked quietly in the snow to his mom's black matt audi. Both not knowing what to say. Finally when they arrived to the car Zayn spoke; "You.. Uh.. Might wanna take off your clothes."
"Huh?" Harry asked confused.

"Yeah don't get me wrong but if you sit down like that, the seat will get ruined. You don't have to take everything off, you just uh-" before he could finish his sentence he saw Harry taking of his pants. His eyes went up and down Harry's body, "Wow, I didn't think you would actually do it that fast."

"Well that's what you wanted right? And besides I was getting nauseous from that smell."
"Yeah. Again sorry about that" Zayn apologized.

They both got into the car and Harry turned to Zayn. "You're sure you're okay to drive, right? I mean if you want I can drive, you just uh.. have to give me the directions." Zayn started to think for a minute, he did still felt nauseous
because of the awful aftertaste he had in his mouth, a mix of whiskey and vodka with a hint of puck. He told Harry that it will be better if Harry indeed drove them home before they both got out of the car and switched places. "It's so cold" Harry said as he started the car. Driving was a lot more difficult when you only have your boxers on and a have a sexy ass guy sitting next to you. Ugh focus, he thought.

"So where to?" He questioned as he drove out of the parking lot from the palace.

"Left and then turn right" Zayn told him. Harry did as he was told and ended up on a long way. There was a akward silence in the car until Harry broke it by talking.

"Zaien, right?" Harry questioned. Zayn raised one eyebrow at him clealy not getting what Harry just said. "Your name, it's Zaien, right?" He clarified. "No, it's Zayn" he said a bit disapointed at the fact that he found this guy attractive that didn't even rememberd his name although his parents repeatedly called him "Zayn" at his prensence.

"And you're Harry right?" Zayn questioned back although he printed that name on his imaginary wedding card. Harry nodded his head, "Harry Styles, son of Anne and Robin.
"Did you know our parents used to go to the same school?" Harry asked. Zayn shook his head, "I don't think I have ever met your parents." Harry stopped by a red light. "Well that makes two of us." Zayn furrowed his eyebrows; "What do you mean?"

"Exactly what I just said."

"I don't understand" Zayn said as he opened up the window for some fresh air. Harry let out a sigh. "I never met my real parents. I was raised by my nanny. I live practically with the people that work for my parents." Zayn watched Harry in horror. "Are you being serious?"

"Yeah. Every birthday or any other holiday I spend alone. I can't even remember my mom's face."

"That's horrible." Zayn gasped. Harry nodded his head "You know what's even more horrible?" Zayn watched his face waiting for him to continue " YOU BELIEVING THIS HAHAHA!" Harry laughed. He watched as Zayn's facial expression changed from sad to confused to mad. "That..that's not even funny." Zayn argued.

"It is though" Harry said.

"You have a weird sense of humor. Anyway, take the second stoplight left." Zayn told him. Again Harry did as Zayn orded him to when suddenly Zayn started yelling: "Left left left! I said Left!!"

"I DID TURN LEFT!" Harry yelled out in frustration.

"NO. NO THE OTHER LEFT!" Zayn yelled back. "You mean right?" Harry questioned.

"Uh yeah," Zayn shyly said. Clearly embarrased.