Cruel {Zarry}

27

After some hours went by, Zayn was the first one to wake up. He blinked a couple of times before finally opening his eyes. As he did, the first thing he saw were a mob of brown gurls. It took him by surprise but after some time he realised who they belonged to. That same person had his arms around Zayn's middle and his head placed on his chest.

Zayn thought back to the event that had taken place a couple of hours ago. He smiled to himself. It had to be one of the best sex that he had got. He tried to sit up but felt Harry's arm strongly pushing him down. It was kind of cute but then again, it was wrong. He couldn't keep cuddling him, getting close to him, if after some days they would never see each other again. It will only hurt Zayn in the end.

He wiggled his way out Harry's arm and got up after he tugged the blankets more on Harry. He searched for the suitcase he had brought and took his grey sweatpants out of it. He then fished his pack of sigarets out of the front pocket of the suitcase and went outside, to the terrace. Their private terrace attached to their Cabin.

Once outside he regretted not taking a sweater or even a shirt with him. But he just kept walking further down the terrace, till he reached the fence.

A deep breath left his mouth as he light up his sigaret. What the hell was he doing? His hand going through his hair. What was he doing with Harry? And more importantly, what was Harry doing with him?

He knew that Liam's cabin was right beside his and Luckily their terrace allowed him to get to Liam's.

Once he walked over at Liam's glass door, he knocked on it.

Liam finally opened it and let Zayn in. "What a surprise. A bare chested man? I don't remember ordering one. Must be the resort's complimentary."

"Funny." Zayn commented as he threw his sigaret away.

"So did you two had fun?" Liam asked as he tossed Zayn the blanket that was placed on the bed. "By the sound of it, I'm guessing yes."

"What?" Zayn asked.

"Oh come on. This is a good resort but the walls are way too thin." Liam laughed.

"You heard it?" Zayn asked in disbelieve.

"Yes, of course I did. Or should I say, Yes Daddy." Liam teased.

"Omg you're such a pervert." Zayn connected his fist with Liam's upperarm. As he laughed in embarrasment.

"So you two had sex then?" Liam asked more serious this time. Earning a nodd of Zayn.

"Okay, as your partner in this I will say this to you: "bad move!"
But as your friend I want to know if it was good?"

"It was. Actually." Zayn started to smile again. "It was great and you know, the entire time he felt so genuine, like, he hadn't had my death already plannend out and shit."

"You're in a fucked up situation, mate." Liam commented. To which he got a groan in response. "But you need to back down on that sex thing."

"I know." Zayn held his hands up in surrender. "But like, he felt so vulnerable and small. He completely put his trust in me. He was scared but he followed through because he trusted me. And now I feel like shit, because I don't know if we both are doing each other wrong or nah."

"I get it man." Liam placed his hand on Zayn's shoulder. "But if you keep having sex with him, you eventually will get attached. Even more than you already are now."

"I'm not attached?!" Zayn lifted one eyebrow up.

"I know you Zayn." Liam smiled. "And I know how you work.

"Pff.. fine." He huffed. "Good news is, I slept beside Harry and I'm still alive. He didn't tried to kill me in my sleep."

"And he won't because you guys aren't married yet neither did you sign anything in which you agreed to hand Harry your family business to." Liam stated the obvious.

"Hmm...." Zayn got up. "Anyway, I have to go now. Or else he will get suspicious."

"Okay." Liam let him out. "Oh, don't forget to go to that campfire sing a long thing. That's tonight." Liam reminded him.

"Oh yeah, thanks."

And with that Zayn walked over to his own terrace. The urge of smoking another sigaret creeped up. He gave in and once again he hang over the fence and started smoking.

He doesn't know for how long he stood there but suddenly he heard a voice behind him. He jumped from the sudden voice and turned around. Only to be met with a beautiful sleepy Harry. His after-sex hair was flawless and his lips were pinker than ever. He had a blanket wrapped around himself.

"Zayn?" He questioned again.

It was now that Zayn realised that Harry had been talking to him.

"Huh?" Zayn focused his attention back on Harry.

"Aren't you cold?" Harry asked as he pointed at Zayn's naked torso.

"Oh, yeah. A bit." Zayn answered honest.

Harry then walked more towards Zayn, opened his arms that were coverd in the blanket and wrapped Zayn with him.

"Better?"

"Better."

Zayn tried to turn around again, to finish his sigaret as Harry still hugged him from behind. His head resting against the back of Zayn's shoulder.

"Did you sleep well?" Zayn asked. He felt Harry nodding his head against his back.

"You know." Harry began. "For a moment I got scared there."

"What do you mean babe?" Zayn was now finished with smoking and threw it away. He turned back to face Harry.

"When I woke up and didn't saw you. I thought you-you left me."

"What?!" Zayn asked. "Babe, you know I would never do that to you. I just needed a smoke."

"I know." Harry said. "But the thought of it is kind of scary. You know, especially after what we did. I thought that maybe that's what you wanted all along and after you got it, you no longer needed me." Harry voice broke. "I'm sorry I sound like a insecure chick right now."

"No, no you don't." Zayn took Harry's face in between his hands and lifted it up so he could look him in the eyes. "It's completely normal for you to have those kind of thoughts. But baby, I'll never leave you like that, sorry you had to wake up alone today. You know I'm not like that."

"I just." Harry's eyes started watering. "I just like you too much."

"Baby, You know I like you too much to leave." Zayn kissed his tears away. And then connected his lips with Harry's in a sweet kiss. "Let's get inside yeah?"