Cruel {Zarry}

33

"At what time did they say that the masseurs will be here again?" Zayn asked as he laid on the bed.

They both took a nice hot shower once they were back from the climbing.

"Around 5 pm." Harry answered. He was wearing a bathrobe.

"Seriously, I feel so tired. I want to sleep but I feel like my body will fall apart if I don't get a massage."

"You know that we have to leave tomorrow, right?" Harry asked. "This is our last night here."

"We still have all day tomorrow. We just have to check out before 6pm." Zayn clarified.

"Yeah but tonight is our last night here. Alone. After that we'll be going home. Who knows when we get the opportunity to be alone again at night."

"So what you're trying to say is; who knows when we get the opportunity again to fuck?" Zayn smirked.

"I mean, yeah." Harry blushed but continued. "We can't do anything when one of our parents are home. And carsex is just way too uncomfortable I assume. We can't just rent hotelrooms."

"Why not?" Zayn laughed. Clearly amused.

"Because people know us and it would cost way too much."

"Babe." Zayn held his hand out. Harry grabbed it and got pulled onto the bed to join Zayn. "We will find a way, don't worry."

"Promise?"

"Are you really asking me to promise you sex?"

"Hey, you introduced me to it. What else did you expect after giving me such great experience."

"You are too cute." Zayn pinched Harry's nose. "I love you and I promise we'll find a way."

Harry smiled. "I love you too."

And just then the door bell rang.

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After their massage, Harry immediately felt asleep. Giving Zayn the opportunity to sneek out to Liam's cabin.

"Bro." Liam rubbed his eyes. Apparently Zayn loud knocking had interrupted his peaceful sleep.

"Sorry." Zayn got in and closed the door behind him. "I had to come. So much happened."

Liam sat on his bed. "Okay start."

"Okay so yesterday we went to that campfire thing and I sang a song and suddenly Harry like, freaked out or something and ran away. I chased after him and then he told me that he loved me. So I freaked out and said it back. And today we went to climb that stupid fucking mountain, the view was amazing but that's not the point. The point is that Harry's mum, Anne, texted him asking if everything went as planned. I'm freaking out man, what should I do. My mind is such a mess."

"Okay wow. Slow down." Liam interrupted. "He said that he loved you?"

I nodded my head.

"And you said it back?"

"Yeah."

"Well do you really?" Liam asked. One eyebrow raised. "Love him?"

"I-i don't know. I think I do. But I try to make my heart understand that it's wrong."

"The heart is known for having its own mind." Liam patted the spot next to him.

Zayn went to sit beside him. He laid his head on top of Liam's shoulder. "I'm screwed, aren't I?"

"Just a tiny bit." Liam purposely jerked his shoulder up, making Zayn's head move.

"Look." Liam continued. "You guys met like days ago. I get why Harry is declaring his 'love' to you since he has to make this quick. He wants to trap you. But what I don't get is how in the world you managed to fall this fast for someone. I mean don't you think its weird."

"Of course I do." Zayn argued. "That's why I'm struggling to think straight. I know that I shouldn't fall for him. I know that he's evil and that his intentions are to kill me. But whenever I'm with him, all my senses just get blocked or something. Like I'm not in my right mind and all I can see and feel is how genuinely cute Harry is. It's like a force pulling me closer to him."

He got up. "And someone once told me: 'love can't be measured in time."

"Huh?" Liam asked confused.

"Or something like that." Zayn had confused himself now. "Anyway what should I do next? What's our next move?"

"Mhh..." Liam scratched his chin. "Just continue doing cute couples shit together and wait until he gets weird around you. Like when he asks you to marry him or make you sign something."

"Okay so basically what I have been doing for the past days?"

Liam nodded.

"So why did I came all the way here?"

"I don't know but you better get going. We don't want your love to wait on you."

"Ha funny." Zayn walked towards Liam and gave him a hug. "I'll see you tomorrow. We leave at 6p.m."

"Good night." Liam patted Zayn back before breaking off their hug.

Zayn walked out of the door and thought to himself how useless him coming at Liam's really was.

He walked inside his own bedroom. Seeying Harry still peacefully sleeping, just like he was before Zayn left. Zayn sighed and walked towards his side of the bed. Just as he was ready to get in, his eyes got the sight of Harry's black Iphone.

After some serious mental debating he decided to see what secrets Harry's phone was holding. He didn't knew Harry's passcode but thank God for the touch-ID. He carefully grabbed Harry's tumb and placed it on the circle. Finally after some trying it unlocked. He immediately went through the messages.

Zayn smiled at the situation, most couples go through each others phones to make sure their partner isn't cheating on them. And then there was Zayn. Looking for hints of his own death plan. Wasn't life funny?

He opened the message from Anne, that he had read earlier today. To his surprise Harry had already responded to it.

To mom:
About that... I need to tell you something. But not through text.

Zayn read it a couple more times, trying to fingure out what Harry was referring to. What was it that he wanted to tell his mother?