Cruel {Zarry}

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Zayn thrusted his hips forward, which made Harry's body press against the window harder. Zayn slowly traced the outline of Harry's shoulder, stopping at his hands and eventually pressing Harry's hands against the window.

Harry closed his eyes and breathed in heavily as Zayn brought Harry's hands higher. Stopping once it was on the same hight as Harry's face.

"Or do you want me to show you something else?" Zayn whispered again. Nudging his nose in the crook of Harry's neck.

He slowly made his way towards the other's ear and started kissing it going down from there.

Covering his whole neck in kisses and bites.

His hands still pressing against Harry's hands.

He slowly let go of the hands but orderd Harry to keep them still in place. While Harry nodded his head as a sign of agreement, Zayn's hands went over Harry's body. He opened up Harry's jacket and soon his hands traveled it way on Harry. His chest, his stomach and eventually his waist.

Meanwhile he was still licking and nibbing his neck and his shoulders, once he got access to it by pulling down the shirt Harry was wearing.
His hand went from his waist to the front center of his jeans.

He stopped just before he could go any lower.

"So let's go then!"
He let go of Harry and took some steps backwards.

"Huh?" Harry opened his eyes and faced Zayn. "W-what do you mean?" His voice was deep and his pupils were black. His face was flushed but he looked confused.

"I asked you if you wanted me to show you something else." Zayn began explaining. "And you agreed by nodding your head, so let's go and see it!"

Harry's face was blank. He blinked a couple of times before realisation finally hit him.

"I-I thought, uhm... I didn't..." He stuttered.

"You what?" Zayn teased him. He knew exactly what Harry was referring to.

"I thought you meant- uhm..."

"Meant what, Harry?"

"Oh fuck off, you know damn well what I'm talking about." He rolled his eyes but there was still a hint of embarrassment evidence on his face.

But Zayn couldn't care less, "No, I actually don't know what you're talking about. Anyways, let's go."

Zayn grabbed one of Harry's hands and dragged him towards the front door.

"Wait until you see this. You will go crazy." Zayn walked out of the door with Harry following close.

"Oh, will I really?" Harry asked as he closed the door behind him. "Hey, you have the the key, right?"

"Uh..." Zayn started hysterically tapping his pockets. "I-uh."

"Fuck."

"Of course you wouldn't. After all, your mind was busy playing games with me. Messing with my head and body." Harry playfully teased. "Lucky for you, I am a man, who can do both."

He flashed the keys.

Zayn went to grab it but Harry quickly closed them in his fist. "Na-uh not so fast, Mister Malik. You wanna be the one in control so bad, you forgot that you're dealing with me. I have played this kind of games for years. In fact I invented the game. So you either stop doing what you did inside or I'm going to show you who's really in charge."

For a second Zayn got turned on again. He liked the bossy control side of Harry. It was hot, to be on the other side for a change. But his horniness quickly went away once the thought of Harry finding out that he was being manipulated came to mind.

Harry had this dark look on his face, so Zayn decided to change it.

He took a couple of steps forwards, until he was face to face with Harry. "Oh really?" He asked as he continued taking steps. Making Harry automatically take some steps back.

"You." Zayn grinned. "You're going to show me?"

Now Harry's back was fully pressed against the wall. His badass attitude was nowhere to be found now. He completly changed his expression and body language into a more vulnerable one. Sensitive for every single little interaction or movement.

Zayn pressed both hands the wall with Harry in between it. His hands were placed above his head, locking him in with his body. He watched as Harry's chest rised up and down. It made him smirk.

"What exactly?" He asked again. But this time he placed his face closer to Harry's. His lips hollowing above his.

"Look up babe." He whispered.

It took Harry a second but when he finally did, his mouth fell open. Zayn had the keys hanging from his index finger right above their heads.

"I like to be the one in charge babe." He said followed with a little kiss on the corner of Harry's mouth.

Harry pushed him away. "How-how did you?" Your hands were- But I had-"
"Oh fuck you!" He finally managed to form a full sentence. "And fuck the fact that I get so intimidated by you, it's like I get in trance or something. It's just, when you look at me, with those eyes. And that face. And your voice. I just freeze."

And there is that warm feeling washing over Zayn again. It did kind of look like Harry was being hypnotised by Zayn.

But Zayn shooked that feeling off. He's faking it, he's faking it. He had to remind himself a couple of times.

But it looked so real.

"Anyway, if your little payback slash playing karma thingy is over, could we please go and see the thing that you wanted to show me. The thing I would go 'crazy' over." Harry said.

"Yeah." Zayn said and took Harry's hand in his. "Let's go."

They both walked for some minutes before stopping at a restaurant. "Let's eat!" Zayn excitedly yelled. With his hand making the "Ta-Da" gesture.

"This was the place you wanted me to see?" Harry asked confused as he looked at the restaurant and then back to Zayn's face.

Zayn frantically nodded his head. "Wait until you see the menu."