The Bet [Zarry AU] **UNDER EDITING**

12. Making Love Or The Task?(Mature)

"you know I love you right?", Zayn whispered while removing a strand of hair from Harry's forehead.

Harry was currently sitting on Zayn's ved and Zayn was kneeling down in fron of him. The room was dark and silent except for Harry's heart that was beating too fast. Zayn was looking at Harry who felt too shy to look at his boyfriend, so he suddenly took an interest in his shoes.

"Yeah", Harry replied in the equally low whisper as Zayn.

"Do you trust me?", lifting his chin up with his index finger, Zayn asked Harry.

"Yeah", blushing, he said.

Zayn smirked. Not a flirtious one, but the one which made Harry feel a bit uneasy. But it's his Zayn, he won't do anything to hurt him, right?

Zayn stand up and made Harry do the same too so that now they were facing each other. Zayn lifted him up in a bridal style and carried him around the bed. He made him lay down in the middle of the bed and came on top of him.

"You're beautiful", he said and kissed his left cheek.

"So beautiful" *kiss on the right cheek*

"So innocent" *kiss on his forehead*

"So pure" *kiss on the nose"

"I love you" and with that Zayn sealed his lips with Harry and Harry was sure, his heart could come out of his chest any moment and blood could ooze out of cheeks. He felt his blood running through his boy at 1000km/h speed and he liked it. No he loved it. He loved the feeling of Zayn's lips on his, his legs tangled with his, his rough hands carressing his smooth cheeks.

He wanted this, he wanted to feel Zayn as close as possible to him, feel every part of him. So Harry pulled him. He pulled him so close that their chest was touching, noses were rubbing. He ran his hand through Zayn's quiff while Zayn's started exploring his waist, hips. He moved his lips down to Harry's neck, trying to find his sweet spot and when after some kisses Harry gripped Zayn's hair harder than ever, Zayn knew he had found it. He smirked against his skin and kept on with his sweet torture on Harry's body.

Soon, both of their clothes came off and were piled up at the end of Zayn's bed.

With their lips worshipping each other's body, tongue savouring each other's taste, legs tangled, hands clasped, eyes never leaving each other's, they made love.

Or just it was just to Harry?

'cause Zayn didn't make love. He had sex.

Or that's what he thought?

'Cause, someone, so vulnerable in the moonling never looked more beautiful to Zayn until now. Never had he ever felt tingles while kissing someone, before Harry. Never had he ever cared about hurting someone for their first time before Harry. Never had he ever came so hard and felt it to his toes until now.

So when he asked Harry if he's okay after riding off their high, he only thought it was for The Bet. That he was doing this just to make it more believable and after this one night, he'd be the school's New Bad Boy and will gain his the popularity he had always craved for but never got.

After he went to the bathroom to bring a washcloth and cleaned themselves up, he climbed up beside Harry who immidiately snuggled closed to him and said, "I Love You too Zayn and thanks for being my first", he mumbled into his chest and dozzed off to sleep.

Zayn felt horrible for taking Harry's virginity like this, 'cause in these days he had got to know enough to realize Harry deserved better than him. But his want for popularity seemed more important than breaking Harry's heart.

He didn't sleep at all. He couldn't.

So when the alarm clock declared it was 4.00 AM, he moved out from Harry's grip with a lil struggle and wrote a note to him saying,

"I'm sorry. I've never loved you, it was all because of the bet that I agreed to do with your bullies to become popular. Have a great life ahead. There's some dollars for you cab and if you feel like it, there's some milk in the fridge and cereals for the breakfast. I don't wanna talk to you again and don't try to talk to me either. And if possible, forget this night ever happened yeah? Good luck.
-Zayn"

After that he left the house.

Harry woke up after some hours. He stretched and suddenly a pain sgot through his back. He winced but smiled instantly remembering what caused it. He looked at his side but found no one. He felt dissapointed but then smiled again remembering last night.
"He must be out for a walk", he thought.

He then reached his hand out for his phone and felt something under it. He frowned a little and then when he looked at it he realized it was a folded paper. He grinned happily thinking it was a note from Zayn.

He smiled instantly and opened it. Guess he shouldn't. 'cause with every line he smile started to disappear. His eyes became lifeless. And he himself became blank.

He sat there for a some minutes. Then emotionlessly got up and put on his dresses. He didn't even shed a tear. He couldn't. He was too broken for it. He then made the that bed he spent his life's most beautiful night. He took the dollars that was on the bed and put it under a glass on the bedside table, exactly where that note from Zayn was lying.

He then slowly walked out of the main door and started walking towards his house. On the way he stopped by a park, seeing it was almost empty he entered there and sat on a bench and let the tears fall freely until there was no more tear left to shed. The only thing that was running in his head was,

"I should've known. It was too good to be true."