Burning Love-Ziam/Zarry Fanfiction {Explicit}

chapter 2

"Zayn, I'm going out babe." Harry cooed from his bedroom to Zayn down the hall.

Again? Zayn ponders. Harry always went out at this time, without him. If he ever asked to join along, he would get yelled at. But Zayn was tired of being left alone all the time. He wanted to spend more time with his boyfriend.

"H-Harry can I come with you?" Zayn murmurs to Harry. He hides himself behind the bedroom door a bit, frightened my Harry's possible reaction. Zayn always feared his sudden bi-polar attitude, but he could never help wonder what had caused it in Harry.

"Come here baby." Harry told Zayn from inside. Zayn reluctantly pulled himself towards Harry's direction.

"I've told you before, if I say I'm going out, and don't mention you. Then that means I want to go alone." Harry adjusts his curls to the side. He smirks at his reflection in the mirror, and puts all into place.

"B-But Harry, you n-never want me to come." Zayn confesses to Harry, still looking at his reflection.

"Zayn don't you understand I said N-O." Harry's voice raises, and he gives Zayn the rear view of his eyes.

'Please Harry, I get lonely." Zayn says at the verge of tears.

"Are going to cry again? What the hell is it with you and always crying, you act like such a pathetic teenage girl. NO you can't come, because I simply DON'T want you to." Harry yells out the words in a dominating manner, that made Zayn shiver with each and every one.

With that, Harry pushes against Zayn, and heads out. leaving Zayn standing alone, once again.

"I h-hate you." Zayn mouths to himself in a frightened whisper. He lets himself sink to the floor, and hugs his knees. He slightly rocks himself to keep warm. What did I do, for him to treat me like this? Zayn questions. All he has left is to wish he knew the answer.

After a while, of Harry not coming home, Zayn decides he has all the right to go out too.

"I'll go out on my own." Zayn cheers in triumph.

Zayn runs to the bathroom, and stares at his reflection staring back at him:

Bruised skin, peeled lips, and swollen eyes were what Zayn saw.

His reflection held a tortured man, whose heart had been shattered by his aggressive boyfriend, Harry.

He longed for someone to love him, someone to hold him with care.

A gentle touch to mend his pieces and unite them, for them to be a whole once again, was what he most desired....

Zayn shakes his head, and reaches for the bottom cabinet under the sink. Due to his bruises he was forced to buy himself makeup to conceal the pain he held on his face.

Zayn slowly applies the foundation, due to the stingy sting the bruises produced due to the fact they were from today.

"Sss." The boy hissed at the pain, but he continued to apply.

He grabs his car keys, not sure of exactly where he's going or to who. He drives. Until, he finds himself parking at unfamiliar bar. "Exclusive, Men Only." glowed in pink sparkle at the top of the bar, Zayn quickly became intrigued with the bar.

He heads out of the car and gets asked for his ID by a buff security guard. Finished with the check Zayn blinks at the sight in front of him.

Under the neon lights, men in extravagant fittings, cross-gender and not, moved their hips around poles. Other men intoxicated with their own libations howl, and whistle at the male strippers.

Zayn can't help bur notice one from the crowd.

He seemed to be the leader due to the fact he attracted the most customers. He was a man of a 5'10 ft complexion, dark brown chocolate eyes, and a hell of a smile.

He wore a tight fitted police costume, with the top missing. Hungry men pulled green slips from their pockets to put into his tight fitted attire.

The way he moved around the pole made it impossible for Zayn to look away. He practically felt himself drool over the man.

But Zayn had to cut it short when he felt the stripper's eyes on him. Zayn quickly glances back at the stripper, as he begins to pelvic thrust upon the pole, making the drunken men go wild. The thing was he continued to thrust specifically looking at Zayn.

Zayn felt a hotness in his cheeks, and looks away. But can't help but look at the man again, he was so attractive, and Zayn couldn't help but admit that his sexy movements turned him on.

"What am I thinking, you have a boyfriend." Zayn ponders, giving his back to the stripper. But then again, did he really think Harry had stayed true to him all the nights he left him alone?

Zayn returns to look at the stripper, their eyes meet in lust. But get cut off by his boss, telling him to get back to work.

He had to find out the strippers name.

As Zayn tries to approach the stripper, he feels a tug in his shoulder. He recoils at the harsh embrace at his arm from an unknown identity.

"You're cute and all punk, but if you are not going to be lending any money, stop distracting Payne Train." The Stripper's Boss whispers into Zayn's ear behind the pounding sounds of music in the background.

"Payne Train?" Zayn asks while smirking at the stripper name.

"You see him?" He points at the Stripper who had pelvic thrust just for the dark haired lad. Zayns licks his lips at the sight of him. "Yeah?" He responds in a questioning manner.

"He is Payne Train, and you have been distracting him from doing his show. Now he is one of the best strippers here, and I don't want customers complaining. " The Boss hisses into Zayn's ear and steps away inspecting Zayn from head to toe.

The man smirks to himself. "Check your pockets." he mouths and blends into the neon lights.

Zayn quickly reaches for his pocket to find a card. The Boss's card. Zayn finds himself laughing with himself. Did he really want Zayn to become a stripper too?

He glances from the card to Payne Train, moving himself up and down the poll painfully slow.

Zayn bites his lip, the sexy stripper was worth the shot.