Say Something (Im giving up on you) || Zarry

chapter 11

"I know that we were made to break, so what? I dont mind"

Harry doesnt really know why, but he found himself driving to a place he hasnt been to for a long time. He even thought he'd never see it again. It has been an hour and a half of driving when the headlights finally revealed a signage saying "welcome to cheshire." It felt extremely weird coming back to this place after his parents' divorce but where else could he run from everything to?

Getting out of his car and on his way to the porch, it suddenly was clear to him why his instinct told him to go here. This is where he grew up, where his childhood took place. So maybe, just maybe, going here will remind him how to be a kid again. You see, being a kid has its perks. You dont have to worry about anything at all, your parents take care of your necessity. You can become who you want to be, dream the impossible, but the best part is the absense of heartbreaks. A real heartbreak, that is.

Everything was covered in white sheets when he entered the house. The big couch and the single one which he and gemma used to fight who sits in it during lilo and stitch. The dining table, the furniture, even the plasma tv his mum and dad bought because the footie team he belongs to in middle school, and gemma was an A-straight student.

Harry uncovered the sofa and colapsed there, his tall figure too tall that his knees down to his shoes was on the edge. He got 4 voicemails from Louis and 2 messages from Luke, so he decided to tell them both that he's fine and will be staying a few nights in cheshire.

Harry heard his stomach growl, distracting him from his staring contest with the ceiling. It was alomst 10 in the evening and he still hasnt eaten dinner, so he figured he'd stroll the neighborhood for some chinese. Its been long since he had chinese food, so why not?

After walking a few streets away, Harry finally found one, but the food doesnt look apetizing at all so he gave up on his chinese food and decided that he'd just get something else to go. He was desperately hungry so when harry saw a burger bar, he didnt think twice.

There was a cafe library, thats what it says on the outside that got harry curious, so the lad decided to stop by. Aside from baking, he alwys loved books. He wouldve been a writer If he just took that path seriously.  "A Macchiato, please." He told the young brunette girl who took her order. She told harry that he could pick the book first on the shelves while he waits for his order, so thats what he did. He settled on a copy of if I stay, before he go back to get his macchiato. Its ironic how depressing this fictional story is, yet he lives his life like this. It made him wondered what would happen if he's on the verge of dying.

Harry groaned in annoyance when the taps on his shoulder became harder, yawning as he turned back to see the same brunette telling him that they're about to close. He didnt realized he fell a sleep. Well, at least he finished 5 chapters. He gave a nod and said sorry, his voice deeper that before. "no problem." she smiled before leaving harry. "Im definitely going back here tomorrow." he said to himself as he take one last look of the cafe before he turned around.

Harry lazily fit his key to the door and when he was about to spin the door knob someone pulled his right wrist, turning him around. On reflex, he snatched his arm away and pinned whoever it was on the door, harry's hand on its throat. he immediatly removed it and pulled back as he narrow his eyes in confussion. "zayn?" Zayn nodded, panting for air while soothing his throat with a hand. "strong grip you got there."

"what are you doing here?" harry asked while he opens the door, zayn still leaning on it, expecting an intimate greeting from harry. He was disappointed though when he fell back as the door opens. "what are you doing out 1 am in the morning?" zayn countered when he regained his balance. "I fell asleep in a cafe nearby. what are you doing here?" Harry asked again as he sits on the couch, patting the space next to him. Zayn obliged and colapsed on the sofa, his head landing on harry's thighs. "I wanted to see you. Haven't talked to you all day. I... I wanted to be this near to you." Harry just nodded, even though it was zayn ignoring him all day. "I snapped at perrie earlier today, harry. She was so scared. I hated myself. I wanted to run to you and just take you and we'd run from everything else, but that would make me feel shittier." Zayn continued.

"You should've stayed with her tonight, then." Harry told him honestly, even if thats the last thing he wanted. Zayn told him that perrie will stay on her mother's house in south sheilds for three days and that it was Luke who told him where harry was when he asked him. Zayn sat up and lay on the couch, pulling harry on his chest. He kissed his forehead and told him. "Im yours for three days."

"whatever you want, baby." three days, harry bitterly laughed internaly to himself. Im a fucking masochist. He thought, when he heard soft snores espaced zayn's slightly parted lips. Harry wanted more than three days. But then again its not about what he wants, its about what zayn wants to make it up to all the pain he put him through.

They're stuck. They're fucking stuck in this twisted relationship with i love you's whithout commitments cause they both fear of hurting someone. Harry's trying to ignore the thought of the day when zayn finally makes up his mind. Its always there but he ignores it.

Cause he's afraid that when that day comes, Zayn will not choose him.

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Sorry for the long wait, loves. I love you all xx

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