Dreary|| zarry

Ten||

The water glistens underneath the luminescent moonlight. Harry is entranced by the waves moving gently across the earth, dark blue absorbing the stars in the night sky. He gets stuck in his thoughts, forgetting everything and everyone around him, something that happens to him often. Sometimes he's ashamed of it, but sometimes he enjoys that trait about himself because he's able to ignore the negativity that surrounds him.

But at this moment, he's glad to snap out of it when he feels someone else's arm brush against his own, head turning to see Zayn resting his chin on top of the railing, separating humanity from the ocean, the statue of liberty out in the distance, glowing.

Harry bites his bottom lip nervously. Zayn was vulnerable with him tonight, revealing something of his past that Harry hadn't a clue affected him so much to this day.

He appreciates Zayn being so open. He just wishes he could do the same without being embarrassed. But Harry has to get the guts to say something, at least just once for tonight or they won't be in touch with each other. Harry can tell because Zayn doesn't feel close to him since he is so secretive. Zayn doesn't know why he doesn't like going into others cars, homes, taking gifts, or is insecure about himself. It could be Harry just putting it all on himself. But its not. It's more than that.

Telling Zayn about his dad fit in the conversation they were having earlier, so it just easily slipped out. But Harry can't just blantly tell him anything such as what Zayn did earlier. He's a coward.

Suddenly a few voices come from behind them, making Harry turn quickly to see a group of guys, obvious cigarettes in their mouth, lighting the night up red. The strange men shakes Harry up and he moves a bit closer to Zayn who notices the sudden discomfort and where Harry's gaze is toward.

Zayn picks his head up, draping an arm around Harry's shoulders and soothing Harry by rubbing and squeezing his shoulder. Harry looks back at Zayn, smiling slightly.

"I had a nice time." He says.

"Me too." Zayn says, nodding. "We should do this again one day." He states.

"I agree." Harry says. He looks back towards the water. "Um, you know how I was talking about my dad earlier?" Harry asks, not looking at Zayn, too afraid.

"Yeah." Zayn says, sounding glum.

"He's dead now...but he was the one that kind of made me who I am today." He states.

Harry looks at Zayn eventually when he doesn't say anything and he sees that he's already looking back at him.

"How'd he die?" Zayn asks.

"He was in a gang." Harry responds.

No reaction comes from Zayn and Harry likes that.

"Mum tried hiding it from me. But I looked through his records on this website to see why he was arrested and in prison for ten years." Harry continues. "Gang violence." He says. "One day-" Harry pauses, feeling himself start to sweat in the midst of the muggy air. "One day, ten years ago, when my dad was out of prison, he took me to this apartment. It was really gross. Dingy. And smelled bad. I didn't like it. But he said it was for business. So he told me to sit on a couch and wait for him until he gets back. So I did." Harry says. "I was sitting there for an hour. I counted. And two men came out of a room my dad went in. They saw me and they were smiling. I didnt know why, but then they started to touch me in places I didn't like because mum said they were my private parts. And when something is private it's only for you." Harry says.

"R-Right?" He questions, voice shaky as he looks at Zayn.

Zayn nods quickly. "Right babe." He says quietly.