Cruel {Zarry}

47

Harry was now only living with his mother. His dad was still in jail. Anne was searching for a job and Harry had a job interview in two days.

He was waiting on Zayn to pick him up. After so many days he was finally able to get a good night of sleep. He was happy again. He felt safe again. He took one last look in his mirror before the door bell rang. "I'll get it!" He yelled while running towards the door.

"Hey handsome." Zayn kissed his cheek. "You look amazing." He looked Harry up and down.

Harry blushed. "Thank you. You look quite sexy yourself."

"I do? You know what else is sexy?" Zayn raised one eyebrow up in a playfull manner.

"No, we aren't doing that again." Harry rolled his eyes and tried to hide his smile. "Let's go."

They walked over to Zayn's car and Zayn, being the gentleman he is, opened the door for his date.

"So where are we going?" Harry asked Zayn once the car moved.

"It's a surprise." Zayn sticks his tongue out.

"You and your surprises."

"You love my surprises." Zayn argued.

"I don't. But I do love you." He kissed Zayn's cheek. "As long as it isn't another resort, I'm fine with it."

Zayn laughed. "It's not a resort but you'll like it. Or at least I hope you will."

After 15 minutes of driving, Zayn finally parked the car. Harry looked around. "We have to walk a bit." Zayn explained.

They both got out of the car and walked with of course, Zayn in the lead. "If this is your attempt to scare me, then congratz I am officially scared." Harry grabbed Zayn's hand. Zayn laughed. "Babe, chill. We're almost there."

They walked over a wooden bridge that missed a couple of planks. "Oh my God, you never forgave me, did you?!" Harry gasped. "You're about to kill me!" 

Zayn squeezed Harry's hand is his. "Stop jumping to conclusions and look over there." He pointed at the cliff with a white blanket on it. On the blanket was a basket and a bucket placed, with in the middle two white candles.

"Aahww babe."

"Don't 'aahww babe' me! You thought I wanted to kill you!" Zayn acted offended.

"No I didn't." Harry lied. "I was just saying that so you would tell me where we were going to."

"Uhu."

"Seriously." Harry tried.

They both reached the blanket and Harry plopped down on it. While Zayn took out his lighter to light up the candles, Harry took a look inside the basket.

............

It was almost midnight now and the both of them were still at that cliff. Zayn was laying on his back with Harry's head against his chest. They both quietly looked up at the sky.

"Do you miss your father?" Zayn asked, interrupting their quietness.

"No." Harry immediately answered. "I lost my father the day he first hit me. The man I was living with, wasn't my father anymore. I do miss the person he was before the bankrupt though, when everything was fine."

"I'm sorry babe." Zayn played with Harry's hair.

"How about your parents. Do you think they will forgive me?" Harry asked.

"Yes." It didn't take him long to answer. "They will understand."

It was quiet again.

"Zaun?" Harry asked while trying his best not to laugh.

"Na-uh, we aren't doing that name shit again." Zayn warned Harry.

"Fine." Harry sighed. "But seriously, your parents are really so nice. So understanding. I'm sure that if you tell your father the truth how you feel about taking over the business and how you feel about art, he will understand."

"That's what I'm afraid of." Zayn explained. "They will understand but I will feel quilty. Like, they did so much for me and for that company. I can't just let that go to waste."

"Mmhh" Harry didn't know what to say.

"You know, we still are sorta married. Kinda." Zayn poked him in his side.

"Only on paper for business."

"So?" Zayn asked. "We still are married and we haven't had our wedding night yet. You know, where we have sex and stuff." Harry smacked him. "Zayn!"

"What?" Zayn laughed. "You know how romantic it is to make love under the stars?"

"No."

"Oh come on." Zayn tried again.

"No and we should change it."

"Why?" Zayn asks. "Don't you want to be married to me?"

"I do, but not like this." Harry kissed him. "I want to marry you, in a real wedding."

"I promise you one day you will." Zayn kissed him back.

"Now sing me a song with that sexy voice of yours." Harry orderd.

Zayn thought about it and decided on singing a couple of lines from Ed Sheeran- Give me love.

Give me love like never before
'Cause lately I've been craving more
And it's been a while but I still feel the same
Maybe I should let you go
You know I'll fight my corner
And that tonight I'll call ya
After my blood is drowning in alcohol
No I just wanna hold ya

Give a little time to me or burn this out
We'll play hide and seek to turn this around
All I want is the taste that your lips allow
My, my, my, my, oh give me love
Give a little time to me, or burn this out
We'll play hide and seek to turn this around
All I want is the taste that your lips allow
My, my, my, my, oh give me love
My, my, my, my, oh give me love
My, my, my, my, oh give me love
My, my, my, my, oh give me love
My my, my, my, oh give me love

Harry kissed him. "You should consider being a singer with that voice. Like forget business and art, this is something you have to share with the world."

Zayn smiled. "I don't know about that babe."

"Seriously the world need to hear this. Don't you want to share it?"

"Nope. I only want to share it with my world." He kissed Harry again.

"You're so cute." Harry pinched his cheeks.

"I'm not cute. I am a man."

"Sure baby."

Zayn turned them around. Harry was now laying on his back. "Let me prove it to you then."