Cruel {Zarry}

22

Harry and I ate our breakfast in the parking lot of the restaurant. After that we joinend the high way again. I could see from my rear-view mirror that Liam's car was right behind us, well actually he borrowed my other car. I just hope Harry doesn't regonize it.

The rest of the drive was pretty quiet, with Harry being asleep and the radio being the only source of sound. God, I was so tired, I never woke up this early. At least not since I graduated. My eyes were red and I felt like a zombi, meanwhile Harry just carelessly slept through it all. I glanced over at him. Crashing the car and getting us both killed did cross my mind for like 7 times. You know, get it over with. But I couldn't do that, not with him sleeping so adorably. I need him to be awake, I need to see the fear in his eyes and hear him scream out of pain. I want him to suffer, just the way he's making me suffer right now.

I know I sound a bit extreme, but I wasn't joking when I said that I wanted to be the one who killed him and not let him happily go with the police so he can live his life in peace in jail. He does not deserve that. Someone who wants to do people bad, recieve bad in return.

I saw a sign that I was nearing the resort. Maybe it was a good thing that Harry was asleep now, so it still will be a surprise when he wakes up.

The sun was full out now and started lighting up the road. I had to squeez my eyes small, so I still would be able to see the lines of the road. That's when something shiny got my attention. The sun was shining on my ring, The Malik's Family ring. The one that Harry, my so called soulmate, had put on me.

I wanted to rip it off and throw it out of the window.

But I didn't. How could I? Even though it was nothing but bullshit, it still meant a lot to my parents and grandparents. And just because Harry turned out to be a fucking fraud, I couldn't disrespect my family like that. Knowing that it meant that much to them, I mean, even my dad believes in it.

But that doesn't mean that I can't take it off? Right?

Everyone said I shouldn't. But then again everyone said Harry would be the one for me. So yeah...Imma just stop listening to what everybody else has to say.

It's time to listen to what I want and do what I want. And right now, it was beating the fuck out of this person sleeping beside me.

So I did.

It wasn't exactly how I planned it. I just gave him a hard smack.
I couldn't beat him and drive at the same time.

"Au- Where, auch!" He jumped up. "Wha-what happened?"

"What do you mean babe?" I asked innocently.

"I felt like someone smacked me." He looked around confused.

"Maybe you just had a bad dream." I bit my tongue, trying so hard not to burst out laughing. "Anyway, I was meaning to wake up because guess what?"

He faced my way while rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.
"What?" He asked with his deeply- just woke up voice.

"We're here!"

I saw his face light up and he immediately looked out of the widow. He was wide awake now.

"Winter Resort." He read out loud. "Seriously? Oh my god, this is so exciting!" He yelled in enthusiasm while hugging my side. He pecked a kiss on my cheek. "Thank you babe."

"You like it?" I asked as I drove up to the little wooden cabin that was suppose to be the register.

"Of course I do! I can't wait to see what this resort all has to offer." He finally let go of the side hug and pushed his face against the window to have a better view. "Omg look at that mountain!" He pointed at the big mountain coverd in white. "It's so high. We're definitely climbing up there."

"Woa, babe. I'm not so sure about that." I pulled down my window and the lady handed me the keys to our cabin, once I told her my name and showed her my ID. She orderd us to drive further down and look for the number 869.

I knew that Liam's cabin will be 870.

Once we found our cabin, I parked the car in the attached garage. We both stepped out of the car and took our luggage. 

Liam made sure to order us the biggest and the most romantic cabin they had. And damn, it was huge. As soon as we walked in, our mouth's fell open. We were face to face with a big living erea with wooden floors, eggshell coloured walls, a fireplace and a ceilling to floor window.

"This is so beautiful." Harry said. He walked over to the window. "Come check out this view."

I walked towards him and looked out of the window. It was breathtakingly beautiful. All the lights covered in white.
"It's beautiful, isn't it? He asked, still facing the window.

"Yes, it is."

"You know what else is beautiful?" I asked him smirking. I could see him roll his eyes, "What?"

"Our bedroom!" I yelled in his ear.

He stared at my face for a second before speaking. "Seriously? I thought you were going to make one of those cliche comments. I should have known by now that you're one dirty little man, I mean the way you giggled when the lady told us our cabinnumber was 869, like for real, 69 still makes you giggle?" He playfully asked with one eyebrow raised.

I shook my head and took a few steps forward. Harry took some steps backwards, until he was pressed against the window. I kept taking steps until my body was fully pressed against his. I lowered my head so I could whisper in his ear. "Let me show you what 69 really does to me..."