Cruel {Zarry}

3

They both were greeted by the servents of Zayn's parents. "Good evening mister Malik, you're home early. Is everything alright?" A lady spoke. Zayn nodded his head; "Yeah, I just feel a bit off. By the way this is Harry" he pointed at the guy standing next to him who was looking frantically around himself, probably in awe of Zayn's house. Luckily he dressed himself before walking in. "He is going to take a shower here as you can see he's covered in puke. Can you please clean his suit and re-arrange something else for him to wear." The lady nodded yes, "of course sir."

Zayn focused his attention back on Harry. "Follow me." Harry did as he was told, he followed Zayn the long hallway in and up the stairs. "You have a beautiful house."

"Thank you" was all that Zayn said. After a while they stopped walking. "Well, this is the guest bathroom. You can put your suit in that basket there and the maid will wash it for you." Harry nodded his head as a quick "okay" left his mouth.

"I'll be in my room if you need me." Zayn said before he walked away in a different direction leaving Harry standing alone in front of the bathroom door. Harry watched him disappear
before he walked into the bathroom and locked the door behind him.

.......

After Zayn took a shower, he sat in his room, still feeling a bit off. He decided to lay down on his bed as a knock sounded on his bedroom door. Probably one of the maids, he thought. "Come in!" He yelled and waited for the person on the other side of the door to walk in.

"Uh...Zaun" he heard a deep voice say.

The fuck is Zaun? He lifted his head and saw the guy he brought home earlier standing in his doorway with only a red towel on his middle. "Harry?" He questioned.

"Thank God, I found you Zaun. You have no idea how many doors I had to knock and how long I had to walk before I finally found you." Zayn was now confused, "Okay first thing first, my name is ZAYN and not zaun. Secondly where are your clothes?" Not that I am complaining or anything, because damn he shining from the water. "And last but not least, why were you looking for me?"

Harry walked more into the room and started talking, "Well after I undressed myself, a woman came up and took the basket with my dirty clothes with her. Thank God I still had my boxers on. I asked her if she was the one bringing me clean clothes and she shook her head and walked away. Which was strange but I didn't thought much of it. So I figured that maybe if I'm done with my shower there will be clean clothes waiting for me by the door. And when I took down my boxers, I heard giggles. Again I thought that it was from outside or something and I started to shower. When I was done, there were no clothes for me. So I started yelling for the lady and for you. But neither one of you came, that's why I started looking for you." He sighed. "I feel like I ran a marathon."

Zayn laughed; "Did you tried ringing the bell?" Harry looked confused, "What bell?" Zayn was now sitting on his bed, "The one by the door of the bathroom, if you ring that bell there will be someone by your door in less than 2 minutes."
"Oh.." Was all that Harry could say. "I should have told you that earlier, it's my fault." He stood up from his bed. "Let's see where they put your clothes at" he rang the bell and indeed a woman was at his door in less than 30 seconds. "Yes sir?" She asked. "Ah Latifa, do you happen to know where the clean clothes are for Mister Styles here?" She nodded her head and said that she'll be back in a minute. They both stood quietly in the middle of the room, focusing on each other's breathing.

Finally Latifa returned with a blue suit in her hands. "It was in the guestroom, sir." She handed the suit to Harry.

"Uh.. Sorry I didn't looked in there. But do you happen to have something else for me to wear?" He asked as polite as possible. "Do you want a different suit? Different color?" She asked. Harry shook his head, "No I mean like, do you have something else other than a suit for me to wear?" Now Zayn was confused too. "What do you want to wear to the December party?" Harry focused his attention back on Zayn. "I..uh.. Actually don't want to go. I mean don't get me wrong, your dad throws real fun parties but I'm not really a high socity party fan." That made Zayn laugh. Who else other than him could understand that. He wonderd how many other children of rich people were forced to socialize on these kinds of parties.

"I totally get you." Zayn said. He told Latifa that she could go. "Maybe you can wear my clothes. What size are you?" He asked as he walked in Harry's direction. "Hmm.." He looked at Harry's torso longer than necessary but who's complaining, right? You could see the waterdrops still on his chest. "I think I have something that will fit you" he spoke as he walked past Harry to his walk in closet. Harry followed him. "Here" he held a black shirt in front of Harry's chest, "this will fit" he told him as his hand purposly brushed against Harry's upper arm. He held his hand there and watched Harry's face. Harry lowered his head down, looking at his upper arm where Zayn was touching him and then back into Zayn's eyes. Zayn took a step closer which caused Harry to take a step back. Zayn stepped again closer, never leaving Harry's eyes. Harry took two steps back when suddenly he felt something hit his back, Zayn stopped right in front of him and put his hands on the both sides of Harry, blocking him. Harry watched in anticipation what was going to happen. They both could feel each other's breath brushing against their faces. The next thing he knew, Zayn was slowly kneeling in front of him. Harry held his breath as he watched Zayn going down but holding his eyes still on Harry. When he finally heard Zayn's knees hit the ground he closed his eyes. Suddenly Zayn said "Here."

Harry still had his eyes closed and waited for something, another word, a touch or a kiss. He didn't know what, but he was waiting on something.

"Harry here!" Zayn said a bit louder now. Harry opened one eye and looked down at Zayn, who was still on his knees but this time he was holding a grey sweatpants in the air. "Wha-what?" Harry asked him confused. "You can wear this" Zayn said as he handed him the sweatpants and stood up.

"What else did you thought I was doing on my knees, Harry?" Zayn showed his cheekiest smile. "I keep my sweatpants on the lowest bench" he pointed at the pile of clothing. "N-nothing." Harry lied.

"Good. Now wear that and after that we can do something fun."