Cruel {Zarry}

32

After they both took a shower together, they had breakfast in the little restaurant near their cabin.

"You know." Zayn started as he took a sip of his orange juice. "We still have to talk about yesterday.

Harry groaned. "Do we have to?"

He earned a nod from the person sitting opposite him. "Yes. I mean I still don't get why you ran away like that. If you did had those feelings, why did that particular song made you want to get away from there?"

He waited until Harry had cleared his mouth. It seemed like Harry was purposely chewing his toast as slowly as he could.

"Because." He wiped his mouth with a napkin. "Because that song made me realise that I had to be honest with you. I had those feelings since, I think, our second date but of course I couldn't say anything. It felt like it was too soon. And I didn't want to scare you off. But yesterday when you sang that song, with that voice...God. It made everything so real and I wanted to say that I love you so bad. But I knew that you would freak out so I decided on running. Yeah, probably not the best idea. But there were so many things going on in my mind, I needed to walk away. But of course, you ran after me and one thing let to another and now you know how I feel."

"Yeah, now I know how you feel." Zayn repeated. He knew in the back of his head that Harry was lying. Probably about everything, but he had to play along.

"How about you?" It was Harry's turn to ask Zayn questions about last night. "Did you really meant what you said yesterday? Or was it more something you said just because I did and you didn't want me to be embarrassed?"

Zayn answered instantly. "Of course I meant it."

"For how long?" Harry asked again. "For how long have you been feeling like that and when were you planning on saying something?"

"Uhm..." Zayn had to make up a lie.

"I'm just curious, but be honest. Would you even say anything about how you feel if it wasn't for me saying it first?"

"What?" Zayn tried stalling time. "That sentence doesn't make any sense."

Harry took a deep breath and tried to rephrase his previous sentence. "If I hadn't said anything yesterday, would you still told me that you loved me?"

"Oh." Zayn rubbed the back of his head. "Yeah, I mean maybe not yesterday but eventually I would."

"Okay." Harry smiled. He was happy that his first time falling in love was with such a wonderful person.

"Are you almost done?" Zayn asked as he pointed at Harry's almost empty plate. Harry nodded. "Good, because we need to be at the mountain in like 15 minutes."

"I'm so glad you finally agreed to climb it with me." Harry cheered.

"Anything for you babe. Now let's go."

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"Remind me to never agree to anything you suggest EVER again." Zayn whined. "Like ever."

"Oh come on, it's not that bad." Harry tried to motivate him. "We're almost at the top and I promise once you stand there, the view and joy you get will all be worth it in the end."

"It better be."

"See the group is already there." Harry pointed at the top.

"You mean the group we started this with. The people that couldn't wait for us. I mean what kind of guide is that. I'm going to give this resort only a half star as rating."

"Come on grumpy bumpy. Just 5 more minutes." Harry took Zayn's hand in his.

"After this we're not taking part of any physical activity ever again." Zayn panted. "I can't feel my fingers, my legs and my face-"

-"When I'm with you. But I love it." Harry added.

"What?" Zayn asked.

"Oh your nagging kinda sounded like singing. So I thought you quoted The Weeknd- Can't feel my face."

Zayn just stared at him blankly. "I am this close to push you down. I love you but don't test me."

"Got it." Harry saluted him. "Sir."

"Seriously how can you be that joyful in this state? Aren't you cold and tired. Sometimes you don't seem like a real human."

Harry laughed. "Wanna know why I'm joyful? I have two reasons. One is being in the company of you and the second, well just look around."

Zayn did as he was told and he then realised that they had finally reached the top. "Omg thank God."

"Zee look at the view!" Harry ran at the end edge.

Soon Zayn came to join him. "Wow."

"I told you it would be the all worth it." Harry smiled. "Now take a picture of me." He handed Zayn his phone.

Zayn swiped up and pressed the camera icon on Harry's Iphone. "Okay 1, 2, 3 SMILE!"

Zayn took a bunch of photo's and then turned the front camera on. "Let's take a selfie." He went to stand beside Harry. Making sure the background could be seen. Harry then kissed Zayn on his mouth and clicked to capture their kiss at the highest point.

"Now let's just take one with you sitting on the edge." Zayn suggested.

Harry sat down and Zayn took a couple of steps back so he could capture the surrounding too.

Just then the message bar became visable on Harry's phone. Signalering that Harry had recieved a message from his mother.

He wondered how Harry had WI-FI at this height. Zayn clicked on it, making the message app open.

Mom:
Hey sweety, Is everything going as planned?

And just like that Zayn's mind went black. Here he was doing couple stuff with his soon to be murderer. Acting like nothing happened or will happen.

Zayn wanted to push Harry of the edge. But decided against it. Even though every inch of his body was screaming to do so.

"Did you take the picture yet babe?" Harry asked.

Zayn nodded his head. "Yeah. Everything went as planned."

"What?"

"Nothing."