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

Chapter 13

It had been exactly an hour since Zayn left, and Harry remained on the same spot. Only now, he's sitting on the floor with one leg stretched out, his head and back against the wall. He's tired. It feels like e everything is exhausting him. Thinking about what just happened is exhausting. Thinking about what will happen next is even more exhausting. So he just sat there, eyes closed so forcefully that his brows were furrowed and crinkles in the corner of his eyes were visible.

It drives him mad. He doesn't want to think about anything, but he can't help it. He remembers every kiss and every word, he can still feel Zayn's hand when he pinned him on the wall, and he don't want to remember it.

it. drives. him. mad.

I shouldn't have come, Zayn said. Funny how its outnumbered by all the sweet nothings he said yet this one kept repeating on an endless loop in Harry's brain. But that's how it works. Whatever you do, you will always remember the painful things above all the good things.

He's supposed to do it Zayn's way. They barely made progress and he ruined it before they could have something like what they had before. Maybe he was really that selfish. Or maybe being around zayn, who's so selfless that he'd put other's feelings above his, makes him realize it. Or maybe he was just scared that doing it zayn's way will drain everything of him that he'll have nothing left for himself. but that's still being selfish, right?

And It drives him mad.

What drives him mad even more is when he hears something that sounds like a knock, cause he's not sure weather it really is or his mind is making it all up. Like how it made up things like he can go on a mission of getting zayn back. He got up on his feet, though when the knocks turned into banging. Now he's convinced that there's really someone on his door.

All he had to do was twist the door knob and the person who's knocking barged in so eagerly that Harry almost tripped.

Then there it was again. Just like last night. Just like this morning. He was engulfed in a hug that reached his bones. All he could do was hug him back.

"I didn't mean to.... mmm sorreh" Zayn kept repeating, his nose nuzzled in Harry's jaw. He's crying. He must be. Harry can feel the tears in his own cheek, where zayn presses his head.

"Jus please, please please please drop it, yea? Let's never talk about it and we'll be fine. I promise we'll be fine harreh." Zayn pleaded as he cups Harry's cheeks, his big, amber eyes looking straight into him.

Harry looked at him, and it doesn't took so long that everything he's been holding up for an hour rushed out of him faster than adrenaline. He bit his lower lip so hard, he could taste blood and started sobbing. He didn't say a word, but he nodded slowly, without breaking eye contact. Harry didn't know why it was painful - so painful to cry. Its just salty liquid coming out of your eyes, he used to say when he was a kid. He continued nodding that zayn had to grab his head and put it against his shoulder.

"All I'm asking is for you to be okay with this, harreh. Please be okay with this." Zayn begged softly, playing with harry's curls. Harry hesitated at first, not trusting his voice yet, but he managed to ask "with what?"

He, of course already knew what Zayn was asking him to do. He does, but he's afraid. Honestly, not for himself but for Zayn. If this continues and he continues dating perrie, It'll hurt everyone even more than how it'll hurt now if he stop it.

But that's the thing. He can't. He knows that someone's bound to get hurt, and there's really no commitment to this. There is, however, with zayn and perrie's. He knows that when things starts to fuck up, he'll get the most damage.

He's Zayn's past and when zayn decides to move on, that's all he'll ever be. So while zayn struggled for words to explain what this is, he spoke. "I don't know, Zayn..."

"Please try, harreh... I dont... I just got you back..." Zayn continues to beg, as he kisses Harry's ear and sing to it.

"oh, these times are hard.. yeah they're making us crazeh, don't give up on me babeh. yeeaah~"

Zayn sung repeatedly in his own, slower, rnb version. (the script - for the first time )

Its so beautiful, zayn's voice, his vibratos reaching Harry's heartstrings, playing it. Its so beautiful that he didn't know why its so painful to hear it.

"I'll try.." Harry whispered.

*/ I enjoyed writing this chap so much :)

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