P.S. I Hate You (Rarry Stylik)

5.

"H-Hey Mar-Marcel.", Zayn stuttered, blushing.

"H-Hi Za-Zayn.", Marcel mumbled, looking down at his feet.

"Um. Sit?", Zayn asked, shyly. Marcel blushed but sit beside him nonetheless. Both of them looked down at their laps, not knowing what to say.

"How are you?", both of them said at the same time then blushed.

"I'm fine", again, both of them said at the same time and Marcel giggled.

'OH MY GOD, HE GIGGLED. HE FUDGING GIGGLED.', Zayn fangirled, eh, fanboyed mentally.

"Um, why are you smiling?", Marcel asked Zayn and only now, Zayn noticed that he was staring at Marcel. He blushed immediately and looked down.

"Um, your giggle. It's cute.", he said shyly, and now it was Marcel's turn to blush.

"Um, th-thanks Zayn. You are sweet.", he said before looking down.

Zayn turned to his side and smiled seeing the light pink colour on his crush's cheek.

He dared to scoot closer to Marcel then took his hands in his.

Marcel looked up at Zayn and smiled when he saw Zayn smiling.

They sat there like that, looking at each other, smiling when the silence broke by the beep of their phones.

They didn't leave each other's hands, they didn't want to. So they fetched out their phones from their back pockets and saw, it was a text from their brothers.

Harry: Hey Marcy, I had to leave. Got some important work. I'll tell Zayn to drop you at home. Sorry. :(

Marcel looked at Zayn who was reading a text from Zayn. Zayn smiled before showing Marcel the text.

Rodger: Drop Marcel at home. Got some work.

Both of them smiled each other before another text popped up on Zayn's phone.

Harry: Hey Zayn, um, if it's not a bother, could you please drop Marcel at home? I've got some work.

Zayn quickly replied with an "Okay" before putting his phone back in his pocket. Marcel did the same.

"Um, do you want to leave now? Or sometimes later?", Zayn asked, hoping Marcel would stay. He had just met his crush and he didn't want him to go. He wanted to stay close to Marcel, to know him, to look at him up close.

"Th-This park is creepy. But I don't want to leave you.", Marcel blurted out and immediately blushed and looked down in embarrassment when he realized what he had said.

"Marcel?", Zayn whispered and Marcel looked up at him, to see Zayn smiling. He could feel Zayn rubbing the back of his hand with his thumbs and that relaxed Marcel a bit.

"I love spending time with you too. ", Zayn smiled and Marcel's heart fluttered. He smiled softly.

"How about, we leave this park then go to a restaurant to have lunch? We can also talk there. I-I want to know you Marcy.", Zayn said truthfully, blushing.

Marcel too, blushed at the nickname Zayn gave him and also, at the fact that Zayn wanted to spend time with him.

Marcel nodded silently making Zayn smile.

Both of them got up. Their hands never left each other's as they made their way out of the park.

Both of them smiling and blushing and moreover, happy.

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"Have you texted your brother?", Rodger asked, while taking a drag before giving the cigarette to Harry.

"Yeah and also, I have texted Zayn. He said, he'll drop Marcel at home.", Harry said, taking another drag of the poisonous smoke and passed it to Rodger again.

"I hope, they'll use this time properly and not sit in silence.", Rodger chuckled and Harry wondered, how much did he miss this side of him. Rodger passed the stick back to him.

"I'm happy for Zayn and Marcel you know.", Harry said, as he took a drag of their fifth cigarette, then passing it to Rodger.

Both of them looking up at the sky, still laying on the ground..

"Yeah." Rodger said. I hope, they won't end up like us.

"How are you?", Rodger asked, as he took the last drag of the last cigarette.

"Alive, as you can see.", Harry chuckled bitterly. "What about you?" I hope, you're hurting just like I am.

"Trying to hate you.", Rodger said as he closed his eyes. But I can't. Your face always bring back those memories I can't erase from my mind, ever.

"Trying? I thought you are master at it?", Harry said sarcastically, looking at his side to see his eyes closed. Why do we have to be like this?

Turning, he looked up at the sky again, before closing his eyes as well.

"I'm trying. But sometimes, you just can't do it, no matter how hard you try.", Rodger said, now turning his head to his side to look at Harry.

"I don't understand.", Harry whispered as he turned to his side, only to find Rodger already looking at him.

"You'll never.", Rodger whispered as they both came more closer to esch other.

"Then make me understand.", Harry whispered and he could feel their smoke filled breaths on each other.

"I can't. Sometimes, you have to figure it on your own.", Rodger said, scooting more closer to Harry.

"What did mix in those cigarettes.", Harry asked chuckling, and Rodger remembered why he fell for this 20 years old, curly headed lad all those years ago.

"Weed.", Rodger whispered. Both of them them didn't know when they had closed their eyes.

"I guess, we can blame on it later then.", Harry chuckled softly as one of his hands curled around Rodger's neck.

And it felt right, just like 4 years ago.

"I guess, we can", Rodger whispered as he pulled Harry more closer by his waist.

"I hate you.", Harry whispered before Rodger pressed his lips against his own.
And just like that, Rodger found himself on top of Harry as their tongues fought for dominance. But none of them were submitting to another. They wanted to prove that they were better than the other.

The kiss was rough, sloppy and full of anger. There was hair pulling, teeth clashing, groaning,  biting everything but yet, there was still a trace of softness.

Like when Rodger bit on Harry's lips a little too hard and Harry whimpered in pain, Rodger licked on his bottom lip to soothe the pain away. Rodger massaged his scalp while kissing him now slowly, as Harry finally gave in to Rodger. He finally explored Harry's warm mouth.

Ravishing the sweet taste of him, now mixed with smoke, that he had missed so much.

By the the time, they had broken the kiss, both of them were breathless and gasping for oxygen. Their lips were swollen and red.

Rodger laid down on his previous spot beside Harry as both of them tried to catch their breath from the steamy kiss they had just shared.

"Believe me Styles, the feeling is mutual."

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BOOM!
We you guys expecting a Rarry kiss this soon? :p

Pic Credits: Amariah_zarry I kept my promise, girl. :)

Love you all. xxx