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

Chapter 18

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It has been going on for 7 weeks now, Harry’s sure, when he heard Louis’ door opened and closed. He must be heading down for breakfast. Louis just woke up, Harry’s also sure. He has been very observant of the clock, lately – Zayn would be at his flat at 11pm, then he’d be on his car at 4am.

 And yes, Harry’s sure it’s the 7th week. Not that he’s complaining though, the treats Zayn would bring and the movies or series they’d be watching at his bed or the music they’d listen to on Spotify. He loves every second of it. He’s not complaining that they still haven’t had sex yet after 7 weeks, either.

What keeps him awake at 4am, when Zayn leaves to 7am, Louis’ alarm clock, is something more than being unsatisfied.

Harry and Zayn, they’re okay now. Not that okay, but this is the first time since, they saw each other on the gallery, that they have a stable thing. Harry should be satisfied with this thing now, and he is. He’s actually extremely satisfied that the moment Zayn kisses his cheek and goes down the stair and walks to his car, he tries his best not to move from the bed and raise the blinds on the window so he’d see Zayn’s car pulling out of his driveway til it vanisheses.

Harry knows that it will break him when he do. So he just stares at the ceiling, recalling everything from Zayn in a navy blue shirt and tight black jeans appearing on the kitchen with two boxes of macarons – He has a spare key now, all tongues and smiles, to the neat sound of his range rover fading.

“Hey” Harry greeted, returning the smile, rivaling the tongue with two dimples.

“What are you looking for?” Zayn asked, curiously watching him.

“I think we ran out of tea”

“You should’ve texted me, then! hmm. Milk will do, yeah?”

“you sure?”

“Yeah, let’s go to your room”

“You go first, I’ll just get the milk”

“No, Ill do it. You go.”

Harry looked at him for a second, then nodded. “okay”

He started walking, bringing the two boxes of macarons in one hand, when zayn pulled him, hugging him from the back.

“Hey” Zayn said, with his signature smile, all smiles and tounges, and kissed him. Harry chuckled and shook his head, before going upstairs to his room.

“What are we watching tonight?” Zayn asked as he opens the door with his foot, carrying a tray with two tall glasses of milk in it.

“That’s a lot of milk”

“I’ll drink yours if you can’t finish it.” Zayn shrugged when he handed Harry his glass. “So what’re we watching?”

“Ninja Turtles?”

“Cool.”

Zayn has been in charge of the sweets or chips and Harry of the movie or series they’d be watching. So dramas and the likes are off of harry’s to-watch list. It bores the two of them when they tried that Zayn fell asleep. So he made sure to pick action, but not the boring action films, so they settled on everything marvel, and yeah, the likes of it.

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle might not be marvel, but he knows Zayn would enjoy it. He remembered seeing a poster of it on his room back in high school. And Zayn really is enjoying it, all big brown eyes and lashes focused on the screen, that when Harry playfully covered the laptop screen with a magazine, he got pissed and rewinded it, even if its just a few seconds. “It’s a battle scene!” Zayn reasoned out.

By 2:13 am they’re finished with the movie, and Zayn just got back from washing the glasses they used in the kitchen. “what to do you want to listen to?” Harry asks him, when he climbed on the bed next to him.

“Ed Sheeran?” Zayn suggested, putting an arm over harry and pulling him to his neck.

“but that’s not your jam” Harry looked away from the screen of his phone

“Not exactly, but its yours, so..” and that was enough to make harry smile. “cheeky”  Harry said, and Zayn kissed his forehead.

3:55am and Harry had to wake Zayn up, All of the stars playing in the background. Zayn looks exhausted, well, it must be, driving from Perrie’s to Harry’s, then driving back home to his flat at 4am.

“hey,” Harry kisses his nose. “almost 4”

Zayn nodded, stretching and yawning before pulling the back of Harry’s head and kissing him. Deep, slow, sweet, perfect kiss.

“Ill bring tea tomorrow.”

Then Zayn’s gone.

Harry wants him to stay, to have breakfast together, but he knows that it will never be how it works. Because tomorrow, He’ll be picking up Perrie, and Harry would be eating breakfast with Louis in his flat before they all go to work.

So while there are those days when Zayn wouldn’t make it cause he’ll be spending the night with his girlfriend, Harry still has his five hours of Zayn Malik, and its been smoothly going on for 7 weeks now.

What’s keeping him awake, though? From the sound of Zayn’s car leaving to Louis’ alarm clock?

It’s the fear, not of when will it end, but of how long it will go.

Cause he knows, that even though none of them talks about it,

Its killing them both.

And Zayn knows it, too.