Alright hi guys sorry for the long wait but I'm probably going to write about 2 or 3 more chapters of this story then end it and start working on Take it or Leave it.
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Harry had been awake half the night just staring up at the ceiling. He didn't know what was wrong with him. He had a million things going through his mind. But the one thing that was always on his mind was Zayn. Harry didn't want to admit to his feelings. If he did have feelings,it was all such a blur at the moment. Harry never hated Zayn. He just needed something,someone to let steam out. Malik was just there at the time. Now that Harry had been able to learn about Zayn,he regrets the things he's said and done. There was that feeling like butterflies in his stomach when Zayn would talk. His deep voice lingering through the air. His breathe would hitch when he looked into the hazel eyes. The long lashes fluttering when he blinked. He felt his mouth water when he saw the tan skin,the tattoos,his sculpted abs. He had so many emotions. Zayn was a tease. He fell asleep when it got to the best part. But he was basically drunk,he would do the things he did earlier if he was sober.
Harry couldn't take it. He rolled out of bed and left the hotel room. He drove to the nearest service station. He hadn't smoked in what felt like ages. Plus he was hungry as hell. Harry had found some m&ms and some tea. He had paid for his fags(cigs) and his treats and left. It was about 5 in the morning and there was numerous people walking to get to work or driving. Harry had drove around the town,getting to see building after building. There was a bridge about 3 miles ahead with the view of the ocean. The sun was rising,sky filled with bluish pinkish colors. It was beautiful. Harry had pulled up into a parking spot,got out and sat ontop of the hood of his car. He had pulled out a carten of cigs and lit one. He inhaled the smoke deeply,feeling that burning sensation. It may be bad for you,may burn. But it gives you the relief. And Harry definitely needed the relief.
After a good hour of watching the waves go by,inhaling 3 cigs,the sky turned to a dark grey clouds forming,the air smelling like rain.Harry decided to head back to the hotel. Thinking Zayn might be awake Harry went and bought him breakfast.
Returning to the hotel,Harry was right. Zayn was awake. Wide awake.
"Hey Zayn,what's got you in such a good mood?"Harry said,putting a box of donuts on the table. "Nothing really,where have you been?"Zayn questioned. "I went out to buy us breakfast. " "for an hour?"Zayn said. "well I saw a bridge,I wanted to check it out. "Harry said. Zayn just shrugged and picked up the box of donuts and went back to sitting on the bed. Harry sat at the end of the bed and watched the tv.
After Zayn had scarfed down most of the donuts,he moved his way down towards Harry at the end of the bed. Zayn wrapped his arms around Harry's shoulders,burying his face in the crook of his neck.
Harry just wanted to melt in his arms. The warmth of his touch against his skin gave him goosebumps. But there was something wrong. There's always something wrong. Zayn was getting to close and Harry takes a long time to actually people in his life. Louis was an exception because he's practically like his own brother. Zayn and Harry may have told each other their secrets,but Harry has trust issues. He always has. And on top of that if whatever THIS was between him and Zayn,Harry wouldn't know what to do. He's never been in a relationship. Always been one night stands. He fucked them,then left that same night or the next day. But with Zayn,harry felt so comfortable telling him anything,being with him just gave him so much warmth.
Harry didn't know what he was doing. Next thing he knew he was shoving Zayn off him jumping up off the bed. Zayn had a shocked expression on his face. He didn't know what was happening.
"Harry,what the hell?"Zayn said. "I-I just can't Zayn. It's not you it's me. " Harry said pacing throughout the room. "that's what they all say. If you don't like me just say it "Zayn was now raising his voice. "you don't understand Zayn."Harry said. He couldn't even look at Zayn,afraid to see a pained expression on his face. "don't understand you?harry what more is there?"Zayn said lowering his voice. "Harry was on the brink of tears. His face flushed. "YOU JUST DON'T FUCKING UNDERSTAND ZAYN" Harry screamed trying not to tear up. Zayn had tears running down his face. That pained expression playing on his face. He felt weak. From the 2 weeks he had spent with Gary,he thought he knew a lot about him. He hates to say it but he fell in love with the true Harry styles.
Before Harry could say anything,Zayn was running out the door into the pouring rain.
