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

Chapter 12

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"I'd rather be wrong than hope that I'm right, cause I cant go on with this all inside"

happiness. there are hundred arbitrary sources of it. some are little things like your favourite ice cream, a really good coffee, an awesome book or a movie you couldn't wait to tell your best mates about. then there's the things you don't get to see or experience a lot, sometimes really rare, like getting a high score on an exam you didn't bother studying for.

As harry open his eyes and see zayn's perfect sleeping figure, head tilted to one side and mouth slightly open, both of zayn's arms around harry as they ignore their uncomfortable sleeping position on the couch, harry wonders if this is one of those little things that makes you happy, or its those rare one cause he knows that from the time he left him, this is extremely rare.

He sighed and carefully untangle zayn's arms around him, standing up ever so swiftly to not wake up the other lad.

Zayn was quick to react though, the lost of contact pulled him out of his sleep. "hmm? where are you goin?" he asked as his eyelids lazily open, revealing those huge amber orbs.

"I uh... I'm going to get some breakfast?" Harry replied in his raspy, deep morning voice as he brush his hair away from his forehead with his hand.

zayn cocked an eyebrow, unconvinced, but found the gesture rather sexy. he slowly got up so he's now sitting on the couch, rubbing his eyes. "aright, I'm coming with ya, then. pull me up."

Harry nodded and offered his hand, zayn taking it instantly, then pulled him up. Much to harry's surprise, zayn fell on him on purpose and pecked his lips, making him trip a bit but regained his balance when zayn's arms find their way on his waist. "morning, harreh." Harry smiled and rested his head on the crook of zayn's neck. "that was really cute," he commented.

"where are we going?" zayn asked as he follow harry, who's one step ahead of him. "I know this really cool coffee shop just a few blocks away, you'll love it." Harry said, giving zayn a lopsided smile, revealing one of his dimples. "ssthis it?" zayn asked, as he look up at the signage saying 'Cafe Library'. "yyyeeeeaah. they also have graphic novels inside."

One of the things that harry love about zayn is that he reserves his judgements objectively. He never make something's appearance a basis of what it really is til he experience it himself. an artist's point of view, harry calls it. "what are you having?" he asked him as they stand on the queue. "How about I'll order and you go get me a good comic book to read, yea?" Zayn said, staring at him. Harry stared back, and for a moment, they can't see anyone. he had to bit his lower lip and look down while nodding to hold back his smile cause he honestly don't know what he's smiling for.

Its just like back when they were high school. whenever harry would take zayn to a new place, he'd always do the exact same thing.

yea, before you left.

"shut the fuck up." Harry murmured, like his thoughts were someone you can command what to think and what not to. He took the same book he read last night, if I stay, and a random marvel's the avengers graphic novel for zayn. Harry watched as the boy awkwardly find a good table to sit in. He can see two plates of waffles and two mugs in the tray he was holding. He stood still in his place, leaning against the book shelf, admiring zayn from afar.

"avengers.... I see. You must know me verry well." Zayn commented when harry sat down, passinc him the comic book. "enough to know that you're not that much of a DC fan." harry countered, sipping his mug. he was almost certain what zayn ordered for him so he didn't bother checking or asking what it was. The waffle was wicked. both lads could agree to that. they even ordered another plate for sharing.

"that was a really cool place. lets go back there sometime." Zayn told harry on their way back the old styles' house. "really? you'd want to go back there?" harry asked, slowing his pace so he and zayn were walking side by side. "yea, but only if you'll come with me. this is cheshire, afterall.

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"you know you've been really flirty these days." harry said, fighting the smile that's threatening on his face. Zayn chuckled and put an arm on his shoulder despite the height differences, "keep walking, love. I want to cuddle."

So now they're back on the sofa, cuddled uncomfortably as they watch guardians of the galaxy on zayn's ipad. Harry told him how he was still a dork and never grew up. Zayn just laughed it off, but after that, he wasn't paying attention to the movie anymore. He kept his eyes on harry, even though only a portion of his face was shown to him. "why? what's wrong?," harry asked when he noticed.

"I never wanted to grow up. I never wanted to.. to like, change myself." zayn whispered.

"change is constant, zayn. and we all have to grow up sometime." harry tried lifting the atmosphere when he saw how zayn was serious about this not growing up thing.

"yea, but I wanted to be the same me when you left. so when you come back, it'll be like nothing's change.."

Harry swallowed hard, trying not to break the eye contact. "zayn, I-" and then they were kissing. soft, sweet, slow kind of kissing.

emotion, regret, lust... love?

it was all in the same air they breathe.

They fell on the floor but neither said anything about it, Zayn shifted a bit so he's completely on top of harry, his legs pinning harry's thighs on the floor.

"If you got back a bit earlier, I'd forgive you in a heartbeat..." then zayn kissed him again.

"I'd take you back in a heartbeat.." then he kissed him again, not giving harry the chance to say something.

"I won't have a girlfriend.." this time zayn was kissing him deeper, making harry moan into the kiss. Harry's hands found its way into the knitted pullover zayn was wearing, and when he was about to pull it off, zayn stopped him. "I can't, harreh..."

"why not?" the curly lad asked with heavy breaths.

"perrie.... I.. I can't cheat on her.. She doesn't deserve it."

When zayn got off of harry, he just lost it. "Oh.. Sorry, then. I must've misunderstood how it works. So its only called cheating when you we have sex?" He asked sarcastically as he stood up. He was so devoted into doing this zayn's way, no matter how hard or painful it would be, but this is just beyond his limits. It doesn't make sense anymore. Zayn already crossed the line but he denies it himself.

Zayn just looked at him, warning not to push it. He was looking for his lighter in his pocket, a cigarette already between his lips.

"You do realise that we've already done so much that she doesn't deserve, don't you?"

"don't push it, harreh." zayn warned after the fist display of smoke escaped from his lips.

"no, zayn. you need to hea-"

"ha! fuck, I knew I never should've come here." zayn said, picking up his ipad and keys on the center table.

"do you even love her?!" and just when zayn was about to reach the door, he lost it. he turned around and threw the ipad somewhere on the floor that broke it, and pushed harry, who was following him, on the wall and punched it so hard, his hand bled. "when I tell you to shut the fuck up, you shut the fuck up. this is none of your business, harreh. back the fuck off." Zayn threatened,  his usually amber eyes now in dark brown, staring straight into those green orbs of harry styles.

"get out... get the fuck out!" Harry yelled, trashing on zayn's hold.

"gladly!" zayn exlaimed as he released him with a thud, rushing out of the door to his car, memories going back in a painful rush, those that he doesn't want to remember.

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