Cruel {Zarry}

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"Zayn, I can explain." Harry tried. He wanted to let Zayn know that even though his father forced him to do so, he actually did start to love him. And that everything at the resort and after that was real.

"I'll let you know that I have known about your nasty little plan for weeks now. And look at us now." He laughed.

Zayn grabbed a fist full of brown curls, pulling Harry's head back while slowly tracing the outline of his face with the black gun. "Didn't someone's little plan just backfired?" He chuckeld. " I think it just did, babe."

"Zayn, I can explain. Please just hear me out."

"Explain?" Zayn pushed the gun inside Harry's mouth. "Didn't your parents teach you not to speak with a full mouth? Of course they didn't, they were too busy teaching you other things, like playing with someone's emotions." He pulled harder on his hair.

Harry blinked away his tears. For a second Zayn felt quilty. He took the gun out of the mouth that he became to love. How can something so sweet be so evil. So cruel?

"I'm not afraid of the gun, shoot me if you have to. I deserve it. But please don't ever doubt my love for you."

"Oh fuck the cheesy shit, Styles."

"I swear Zayn." Harry had a lump in his throat. "I know that this all seems so messed up right now. But I swear I never meant to hurt you. Please give me a chance to explain."

Zayn wanted to believe him so bad. He wanted to hug him and tell him that everything was going to be okay, but he couldn't. Because nothing was ever going to be okay.

"Explain what? That you used me for the money my family has?" Zayn narrowed his eyes. "N-no." Harry shook his head, fighting back the urge to cry.

"Explain how you and your dad planned to kill me? You know, when I found out about your truth, I couldn't believe it. I just couldn't believe that someone was that good at acting. Like you deserve an award or something. You made me think that I had a chance to be in a real relationship."

"But we ARE in a relationship."

Zayn came back from his little flashback session and realised what Harry just said. His mind wanted to hurt Harry, like physically hurt him. But he couldn't bring himself to do so. Let alone pull the trigger on him. So Zayn decided to hurt him in another way. "Don't you get it?! I played you. Everything I did and everything I said was fake. It was only to fool you, to make you believe your plan was actually working. Do you really think I would fall for someone like you? Please, the only reason I kept you around was because I was waiting on something like this to happen, so I could call you out on your fakeness. Everything was fake, just like that relationship. I did the exact same thing you did to me."

Harry was crying now. After everything he went through with his father, this is the most hurt he felt in his life. Here he was thinking about leaving his family behind to live with Zayn, the person he loved. The person that made him the happiest man on earth. The one he fought his mother for. The one he risked his life for by leaving the house and showing up here. He can't believe Zayn was all faking it.

Seeying Harry cry like that made Zayn question his own judgement. Was he going a bit too far? Should he have not said that?

"I can't even look at you. You make me sick." He added salt to the wound.

"E-everything you did was fake?" Harry managed to ask in between sobbes. "You- you don't love me? You never loved me?"

Zayn's body stiffens. It felt like he twisted the knive that Harry had already stabbed him with in his heart. He hadn't thought about the fact that seeying Harry in this state, will not statisfy him but hurt him even more.

"Why do you care?" Zayn snapped. "It's not like you ever loved me. You were just following your little plan."

To say that Harry was hurt was an understatement. He was standing there, apologizing and trying to explain himself for something that wasn't exactly his fault to begin with. How could Harry avoided this? What was his fault in this all? His father threatened him and his mother. He tried to put up a fight, he really did. But we all know how that worked out. The only good thing that had come out of this all was the fact that he thought he had found someone to love. But the truth is, he had been played by his 'lover' too. Harry was now at the point where he didn't cared anymore. Zayn can kill him. Zayn can believe whatever he want to believe, since he wasn't even trying to hear Harry out. There was no reason for him to live. He gave up.

"Kill me."

Zayn's head snapped in his direction. "What?"

"Kill me. That's what you wanted, right? That was your plot against my 'plan.' So here I am." He lowered his head, closed his eyes and waited on Zayn to shoot. He felt defeated, there was no point or no reason left to fight.

Suddenly Liam came in. "Zayn, police is here."

Zayn looked over at him. "Did he confessed yet?" He was talking about Robin.

Liam nodded his head. "They're taking them to the station." Liam pointed his finger at Harry and lifted his eyebrows. Harry was still standing there with his eyes closed. Zayn walked over at Liam. "Let's just leave."

"Don't you want Harry to go to jail too?" Liam whispered.

Zayn shook his head. "Being alive is punishment enough for him."

Before walking away he lowered the gun and placed in on the ground. He looked over at Harry for the last time and turned around.
Hoping Harry will stop him. And if not, he hoped at being shot from behind by Harry. But neither one of those happened.