𝘱𝘴, 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 » 𝘻𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘺 (𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘦𝘥)

chapter fifty

Harry

I found myself back with Zayn again after I stormed out. It was slightly chilly outside, but Zayn and I ended up on top of the roof of his shared house, staring up at the sun and cloudy sky. His arm was underneath my neck, while my head rested on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart. I found myself sighing out contently every few minutes or so, relaxing against the heat of his body. For three years, I had reluctantly craved to feel his touch again, be this close to him, hear the sound of his heart.

Everything felt so unrealistic, like it was all in my head, but another part of it made me acknowledge that this was real. Zayn was real, he was really here next to me, cuddled up on the roof and gazing at the sky. Zayn and I were really testing the waters by getting back together, and as scared as I was to be reunited with him after all that time, I was also unbelievably happy. His spicy scent left me nearly intoxicated, I felt merely addicted to him. Maybe it was because of how much I craved him while he was gone and now that I had him back, I couldn't get enough. Only thoughts of him occupied my mind.

That was the strong feeling of love.

I felt bad for blindly choosing him over my friends, my team. After we had stuck together through thick and thin, always fought beside one another and never stabbed one another in the back as Zayn seemingly did. But it was all so confusing. Zayn has done all of that against his will, he didn't actually want to betray us, his free will was violently stripped from him and his mind and body had been violated and turned into that of a mere puppet. How could they expect me not to want to help him? It wasn't even just because I was in love with him. I wouldn't done it for any of my friends, if they had just explained why.

Why didn't they consider giving him a second chance?

I know it's hard to trust someone who's done what Zayn had to us, but I felt the guilt radiating off if him in waves when he'd first come to me. I saw the sincerity in his eyes, and I heard it in his voice. I couldn't turn him away. I believed him with every bone in my body. I wanted so badly to help him, forgive him, be with him again. But, I didn't fully feel satisfied because I felt that I was abandoning my friends. I loved them, but I just needed to probe to them that everything Zayn was saying was true. Maybe everything could turn back to normal. We could all be a team again. But, I knew it wouldn't be easy getting there.

"What's on your mind baby?" Zayn asked suddenly, snapping me from my thoughts. I blushed deeply, not having got used to the use of the pet names again.

"Just, the guys." I admitted. No need in lying. If we were gonna rekindle our relationship, there needed to be no lies. Trust was very essential now, after everything that took place. Of there wasn't trust, how could the relationship stand a chance? Zayn shifted slightly.

"H, I told you not to stress over it. If they hate me that much, then there's nothing you or I can do about it." He explains. I sigh, sitting up and turning onto my stomach, holding myself up on my elbows as I look at Zayn.

"That's just it Zayn, they can't possibly only feel hatred towards you. You guys used to be so close, I mean, you guys were a team way before I even came along. I was the last addition to the team remember? You guys were best of friends. Now it's just nothing." I frown. Zayn purses his lips, thinking for a moment.

"That may be true, but people change and so do feelings." He says.

"My feelings for you never changed.. " I murmured. Zayn smiles, bringing his hand up to rake through my hair, making my eyes flutter.

"Mines never changed neither babe. I loved you then, I love you now." He tells me. I sigh happily, leaning more into his touch. This was it was supposed to feel like. A tingling sensation being sent up and down my spine, my heart racing thousand miles per hour, and my stomach twisting and turning with happiness and anticipation. This is what love and happiness felt like. That's not what I felt before with Liam and I kept lying to myself about how I felt with him. It was wrong of me to lead him on, but it was also partially his fault for constantly pushing and pushing, hoping that something would ignite between us.

"Z, you've always made me so happy, and it surprises me how comfortable and content I feel around you, even now, after everything that aspired. I just wish everything could go back to normal between us. Not having to think so much about the past anymore." I sigh. Zayn sits up, looking down into my eyes intently, soft chocolate orbs boring into mine, making my heart skip a beat every now and again. He motioned me to sit up, never breaking eye contact as I did so.

"It can Harry. We don't need to keep dwelling on it. We can just be who we were before. Two people in love, and happy. We can do what we want Harry, we don't need anyone else's approval. It's never too early to get back into the groove of things." He explains, reaching out to gently grip my chin as I stared into his mesmerizing eyes, almost unable to look away. I smile softly.

"W-we could." I say, almost a little nervous.

"Yeah?" He asked, I nodded. "Then let's stop with all this talking, and let me kiss you." He says smiling. I couldn't hold back a giggle as I nodded and Zayn didn't waste a second before smashing his rough lips against my soft ones. Moving them gently against mine as our eyes fluttered closed. We melted into one another, lost in the moment. He deepens the kiss, snaking his arms around my waist and pulling me against him. I gasp lightly at the sudden action, but continue to move my lips passionately with his. My whole body was buzzing, never wanting this to end. I wrapped my arms around his neck drawing him even closer and I could feel the intense heat radiating from his body. The heat traveled up from his torso, to his chest, up his next and to his face. His lips turning almost fiery. I could already tell it was because of his powers building up a little. I didn't mind because it felt amazing.

When we finally pull away, I breath out heavily.

"Y-you still have the hottest kisses ever. Literally." I breath out. Zayn smirks, nuzzling his nose against mine.

"I know baby." He says, resting his forehead against mine, sighing heavily. He seemed like he was about to speak, but he froze for a long moment, making a me every slightly. He then grips my hand tightly, but not enough to hurt as he has very good control over his super strength. "Let's go inside. It's not safe out here." He says suddenly. I frown, confused.

"What do you mean Z?"

"I feel like we're being watched." He deadpans. Just as he says that, I get an eerie feeling of eyes on us as well. I bite my lip and nod. Zayn stands up, pulling me up with him effortlessly. He wraps his arm around my waist, protectively as we walk back inside. Alerting the others to be on their guard just in case.

I didn't know if we were in any real danger, I just hoped we were both being paranoid.

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