Cruel {Zarry}

13

It was 8.05 A.M now and after they both had watched the sunrise together, Harry dropped Zayn off at his house. Saying their sweetest goodbye with a heartmelting kiss.

He was on his way home now, stopping at a red light when his eyes caught a glimpse of something. Something Zayn had forgotten. He took the photo that was on the passenger seat and smiled. Zayn was standing next to Mickey Mouse with the biggest grin plastered on his face. He looked so cute. Harry almost felt bad, did Zayn really deserve this?

His thoughts were cut short when he heard a honk from the car behind him, signalering that the light had turned green.

...........

Once home, his father and mother both were sitting in the living erea, waiting on their son.
It made him remember how they used to wait on him coming back from school, excited to hear all about the day he had and what he had learned today.

Of course, this was different.

He walked in and smiled at his parents before wishing them a good morning. Only to be cut short by his father. "Tell me what happened."

"Well" Harry began as he took a seat opposite  his father, "We went to Disney and had fun."

Robin groaned. "I am not asking that. I want to know how far you came with our plan?"

Oh right, their plan...

Harry tangled his fingers together, breaking eye contact with his mother. "We kissed."

"That's it?!" His father yelled standing up, making Harry flinch at the sudden raised voice.
"You guys just kissed? What are you, fucking high school pubers?" Anger taking over his face.

Anne tried to keep her husband calm, "Honey relax, I'm sure Harry will succeed." She gave a reassuring nod and an apologetic smile to her son.

"When? We don't have much time left" Robin spat. "We can't just sit around and wait until this princess here, decides to grow some balls. We should have let Gemma do it."

Harry's eyes wided. "D-dad I'm trying." He half whispered. It wasn't a secret that he was afraid of his father, since what had happened the other day.

"No, you're failing. That's what you are doing. Like everything else in life. Never once did you did one thing right. We asked you to do one thing for us, one thing and you can't seem to handle that without fucking up. When are you going to act like you have my blood running inside of you? I feel ashamed to call you my son." And with that Robin stormed out of the living room.

Harry felt the tears in his eyes threatening to fall, he hated the fact that he was so sensitive.

"Harry?" His mother took a seat beside him. "Your father didn't mean to go off on you like that. You know how important this is for him, for...us. We really need you to do th-"

"Save it." He stood up and walked towards his room. Whiping the tears in proces.

His dad was right. He needed to do this. And he needed to do this quick.

Harry walked into his room and watched the large whiteboard with pictures of the Malik's hanging. A couple of things written and circled. He turned the whiteboard on it's other side and came face to face with every single detail of Zayn Malik, along with pictures. He smirked as he wrote "Mickey Mouse" under the "like-list" and went to sit on his bed. Exhausted. It then
occurred to him that he hadn't slept at all. So with every bit of energy he made his way towards the bathroom and decided on taking a quick shower.

The warm water relaxing all his muscles. He stood under the water with his eyes closed when suddenly he rememberd something.

Why didn't he say anything about the blowjobs?