"Harry do you think you will ever be able to open yourself up to me?" Zayn asked.
"I don't know, will you ever be able to understand me?" Harry shot back staring into Zayn's eyes.
Where Harry is a psychopath who got caught by his therapist Zayn Mal...
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Zayn had been left at the entrance and told to wait until Harry was finished, but all that changed when everything suddenly went silent and a few hours passed.
So he bolted into the underground building and ran to wherever he heard noise. When he got inside he heard a loud echo and it he knew exactly who it was. He ran and ran, until it was no longer hearable. It vanished and so did any other type of noise. Nothing changed but the atmosphere, it felt muddy and heavy on Zayn's skin. The air became full of tension and he knew what was going on.
Harry was on the verge of going rogue.
He ran opening door after door, until he stumbled upon the largest door he ever saw in his life and pushed it open.
Low and behold, there he was.
Harry, but he looked weird to Zayn and at that moment Zayn knew he had to do something, anything to prevent what was about to happen.
He ran towards him, while everyone was just staring at him blankly and in horror for what could possibly happen.
Zayn just opened his arms and cradled Harry. That was the only thing he could think of. He didn't care if he got shot, or pushed away, this was his way of trying to prevent a blood bath. Zayn stayed like that until he heard a very small voice.
"what are you doing." It said quietly.
"I'm doing what I think will help." He said snuggling tighter.
"well...it's not helping at all. It's confusing me, your confusing me..." it whispered.
Zayn then looked up, and met eyes with a blank faced Harry who was staring dead at him. No expression in his face, nothing at all.
"What are you talking about?" Zayn asked.
He stayed still....gulped and then turned back and spoke.
"I've never been touched like this, showed affection like this, or ever felt like this." He stated. "It all started to happen when you came."
Zayn was speechless, he knew all this stuff already, but it was coming from Harry himself. In a time like this, he did not expect that. Zayn wanted to give himself a pat on the back, but couldn't do anything but think about it as a bad thing.
He didn't want to meet Harry to heal him, he wanted to use him to kill Liam. So why is he so proud of himself? Why is he holding Harry? Why has he shared multiple kisses with Harry?
He knew why, he just didn't want to admit it, no matter how many times he has, it never sounded right.
To say you fell in love with not only your client, but your psychotic client.
Zayn then chuckled to himself and pushed that thought away. He had to be Harry's medicine to heal him, even if it was something he didn't intend on doing.
"Harry....don't you dare try and blame me for anything you have built up. From the looks of it you were about to slaughter all of your members like there were livestock." Zayn pinched.
Harry chuckled to himself and said, "Well you do look so smol and cute clinging to me, wish I could take a picture to blackmail you with later."
"Why thank you- WAIT HEY!" Zayn yelled.
Before Harry could even answer, the door busted open and there was Louis who came stumbling in the room.
He could hear the yelling and as much as his body was in pain, there was no way in hell he was going out like this. He busted open the doors to see none other than Harry staring blank at him and a small figure wrapped around him.
The small figure had bandages around its head as if it had just came from a hospital and Harry was still. His face was wet and his mouth was shut tight.
It was a weird scene to him, and he didn't like it at all. Harry wasn't like this, Harry isn't like this. The only person he could think of that could possibly be that figure was Liam's fuck doll, Zayn.
His blood boiled as he yelled,
"SO THIS IS WHAT YOU HAVE GIVEN US UP ON?! HUH ?! FOR HIM?!"
It hurt Louis to even shout, but he was hurt and underly confused.
Harry and Zayn just stared at him. Harry didn't have care in the world for the state Louis was in, while Zayn was worried but also very confused.
"For starters you stalker, there was never an us to begin with. We were BUSINESS PARTNERS supposedly, but you never contributed anything you leech." Harry spat.
"Harry I don't like you should-" Zayn tried to interfere but was cut off by Louis.
"Don't you say anything you home-wrecker. You took away my best friend and made me go out of my way to get him here. Do you not realize what you have ruined?" Louis screeched while holding his aching body.
Zayn just stayed still, not a word to be said.
"Harry...it's not fair, you gave up everything that you worked so hard for to a person like him." Louis shook. "I don't want it to be a triangle, I've never fought for any damn attention from nobody and I'm not going to do it for you."
Harry just stared at him best friend. Part of what Louis said was true, he did give the mafia up just for Zayn, but that's a small amount. Harry did work hard to gain the respect he has in the underground, and in the media, but even he knew that those were not the real reasons he gave it up.
So instead of saying that reason, he said something else. Something that was normal yet felt weird to him.
"Louis, do what you want. We are leaving, clearly you aren't cut out to serve as my filler, let alone run the mafia. I don't know what I was thinking. You failed me, which is something I never thought you would do."
Zayn just stood there. He could see no emotion on Harry's face, no type of facial expression. Just cold and blank.
Harry then said,
"For all of you who want to stay with this excuse of a man, you can. I'll just replace you anyways, those who want to come, you have an hour to pack so we can go." Harry breathed. "I have important business in England I have to take care of."
(A/N Love this Booook! Also another update! Enjoy loves, MUAH 💋)
