Cruel {Zarry}

4

Harry had Zayn's black shirt and grey sweatpants on as he walked into Zayn's room. "Zajien?" He asked. No reaction. "ZAJIEN!" He yelled again this time louder. He heard a bonk followed by a "auch" coming from underneath the bed. Zayn came from under the bed while rubbing his head, "Fuck, that hurts."

"Zajien, what are you doing?" Harry questioned. "For the last fucking time, my name is ZAYN! And my ring fell under my bed and now I can't seem to find it" he groaned in frustration. It wasn't actually his ring, it was his family's ring. He doesn't even know what it was doing on his nightstand. His parents would literally kill him if lost the one ring that got passed by generation after generation in his family. He was not sure why though and why it was so important to his parents. But he knew that it just was. Harry laughed while walking around the bed to stand next to Zayn. "Can I try?" He asked. "Sure why not" he got as a response from the sad and angry man.

Harry lifted his sweatpants a bit with his hands and started to kneel. His head disappearing underneath the bed. "What kind of ring is it?" He asked. "My engagement ring" Zayn answered sarcastically. He heard a bonk from under his bed, "Fuck" Harry said under his breath as his head became visible again.

"You're engaged already?" He asked as he sat down on the floor looking like a defeated puppy. It was mean to laugh at his face but Zayn couldn't help himself but burst out laughing, "No silly, it was a joke." Harry's facial expression changed as he raised one eyebrow, "That's funny to you? You have a weird sense of humor."

"It's was just a little payback" Zayn grinned, "remember you bullshitting me about your parents not so long ago." He watched as the curly haired man sighed before speaking again, he held a finger up infront of Zayn's face, "Okay one: Mine was actually funny and Two" he added another finger. "That wasn't even what I meant when I asked you what type of ring it was. What I wanted to know is what color it is, what it's made of."

"Oh" Zayn was a bit embarrased now, "It's a gold ring." Harry started to shiff again until he was flat on his stomach. " Gold" he repeated as if he was memorizing it of a exam he needed to pass. "I need you to light me by with the flashlight of your phone or something, it's dark here."

Zayn quickly fished his Iphone out of his pocket turned on the flashlight. "Can you come a little closer?" Harry asked again. Zayn sat down next to Harry's legs. Flashing the light under the bed. "Ah I see it!" Harry yelled, "It's what further down but I think I can get it." Harry pushed himself further under the bed, his upper body half wasn't visible anymore. But there was one thing that was very clear visible and that caught Zayn attention the most, his ass. Because damn he was thick. The things I can do to that ass- The things I can do with that ass- The things I can do inside that ass. Damnn...

Zayn was so deep in his dirty thoughts that he didn't even saw Harry slowly crawling backwards from under the bed. When Harry sat up in front of Zayn he noticed that Zayn wasn't even paying attention to what just happened as he still had his flashlight positioned so it could light under the bed. It made Harry chuckle, he then grabbed Zayn's hand that wasn't holding the phone and put the ring on his ring finger. The touch made Zayn come back from his zone out session and he lowered his head to his hand, to see what just happened. "Y-you found it?" He asked a slight tone of relieve was hearable in his voice. Harry nodded and pointed at his finger. "Yeah, now can we please get something to eat. I'm sarving." He touched his stomach and while standing up.

"Sure" Zayn stood up as well, "I already orderd them to make dinner. Hope you like chicken."

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