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twenty two

they held up for a good two weeks after the whole liam ordeal, before they were back at one another's throats again, for the same things that they had already discussed prior to that.

"i can't believe you're back on this shit again." zayn hisses as he storms after harry out of the diner they had been in to have a calm peaceful date, one they hadn't been able to have with all the drama that had been going on for some time now. and of course that little witch, gigi and her friends had to show up and ruin everything. and zayn played right into, as if he was fucking testing harry.

"shut the fuck up, i don't even wanna talk to you." harry growls in annoyance as he speed walks to the car, which is actually zayn's car, but who really cares.

"and that's the fucking problem, you never wanna talk, but be the first one to cry when shit gets out of hand." zayn says as they make it to the car. harry turns around to glare at zayn.

"so you're saying that everything is my fault?"

"yes, you're like the fucking sammi of all relationships. always starting shit out of nowhere." zayn says. harry clenches his jaw, and his fists, and he really wishes he could sock zayn right in his stupid face for insulting him like that, but that wouldn't be nice.

"well, when my sweet boyfriend knows about my insecurities but still decides to make goggly eyes at the opposite sex right in front of me, what do you expect?!" harry yells, yanking the car door open and getting inside. zayn growls and goes to the other side, getting in and slamming the door shut so hard, the car shakes.

"listen here, i don't know how many times i have to fucking tell you how i feel about you for you to get it through that stubborn skull of yours." zayn says through clenched teeth as he taps harry's forehead roughly with his finger. harry slaps his hand away.

"don't fucking touch me."

"why are you being so difficult? we were doing so good and you let your insecurities ruin it. what the hell is wrong with you?" zayn asks.

"you, you're what's wrong. you and that nasty little temper." zayn chuckles bitterly.

"i have a temper? are you fucking serious? you're sitting here screaming at me because i so much looked at a female for more than five seconds and i'm the one with the fucking temper?!" zayn explodes. harry rolls his eyes.

"just take me home." harry says crossing his arms like a pouting toddler. zayn clenches his jaw.

"you're unbelievable, fucking ridiculous." zayn says as he turns on the car, and angrily drives out of the parking lot. through out the whole drive they argued all the way back to harry's house, until harry had enough and went silent, ignoring zayn. zayn couldn't believe harry was being so childish. they had a very long discussion about this, and he's going back into his habits again. zayn was so agitated, he just wanted to shut harry up. he stops outside of harry's house, and harry attempts to storm out of the car, he grabs harry's hand. harry glares at him and attempts to yank his hand away.

"let go." harry hisses. zayn is glaring at him.

"no, not until you stop acting like a little brat." zayn says. harry growls in annoyance and smacks at zayn's hand, but he is surprised when zayn grabs him and pulls him across the center console and onto his lap. he attaches his lips to harry's mouth briefly, "and i know exactly how to make you do that." before he smashes their lips together again. 

harry resists at first because he wants to still be angry at zayn for no reason at all just because his mind told him to, but he knew he could never resist zayn's lips. he always went weak when it came to zayn, visa versa. so it didn't take him long to give in and start kissing him back. it turned heated at that moment, both of them putting a their anger into it, and soon zayn is roughly yanking harry's jeans down. they fumble to get rid of that article of clothing with the small amount of space in the front seat, but once harry's jeans are gone, zayn undoing his pants and pulling them down but not all the way off, just enough to let his dick spring free. they make up furiously, as zayn grabs harry by the waist guiding him to hover over his tip. then he pulls away from harry's lips.