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Six

But pretending never matters. It's impossible to forget that Harry is a cheater when he never stops cheating. Just when he thought it may have been a mistake to want to make Harry pay, he's fooled again. Because ignoring what his boyfriend has been doing is not really an option when Harry waltzes in the door one day with a blatant red hickey on his collarbone.

What really ticks Zayn off is not that it's there at all because there are days when he knows there's​ probably a hidden one on his body not made by him. But what ticks him off is that Harry is walking around shirtless and pretending it isn't. Why isn't he hiding it? He clearly knows it's there. So why wouldn't he want to hide it from him and keep him from speculating?

"Harry." Zayn says sternly as he watches Harry sit down on the bed and put his work bag on the bed so he can look through it.

"Yep."

"What is that on your chest?"

What's interesting to Zayn is that Harry never asks him what he's referring to and he never runs to check in the mirror either. Instead, immediately after he's questioned, Harry touches that spot on his collarbone with his fingertips.

"Hmm. Must be a mosquito bite."

"A mosquito bite? And where did you get bit by a mosquito?"

"Uh... I'm not sure. At work maybe."

"So you're​ saying a mosquito got under your suitcoat and shirt and it bit you?"

Harry seems frustrated though Zayn gets the vibe it's​ feigned. "I don't know. Maybe. Or maybe I got bit here."

Zayn tilts his head sideways. "That's interesting. I haven't seen any mosquitoes around here."

"Well, look harder." Harry flashes him such an innocent smile that almost makes​ Zayn lose it. But he feels it would be better to play along and let Harry think he's​ stupid and naive.

"Well it's pretty red and looks like it itches a ton. I better go get some stuff for it."

"No need to. I'll be alright."

But he runs off out of the room anyway.

Harry yells out to him. "I said I'll be okay! Where are you going?!"

"I'll be back! " He replies but that's not really what Harry wants to hear so he impatiently sits his bag off to the side.

Moments later, Zayn comes back in the room and he has four items in his hand. He has a bottle of rubbing alcohol, a bag of cotton balls, a tube of itch cream and a cold compress.

"Now why do you have all that for?"

"So I can treat you."

"I don't need to be treated."

Zayn sits down on the bed next to him. "Yes you do."

He opens the bag of cotton balls and takes one out. Then he unscrews the top to the alcohol and places the cotton over the opening. After turning the bottle over briefly, he sits it on the dresser. "Alright. Now let's make sure there are no germs here so it doesn't get infected."

"It's not going to get infected."

"You don't know that."

"Yes I do."

"Oh yeah? And how are you so sure?"

"Because I am."

"Well, I want to be sure too."

Harry begrudgingly waits for him to rub the area with alcohol. When he's done, he smiles. "Thank you. I think that's all I need."

"Nope."