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Bad Liar 🦝

ZAYN

Oh, hush, my dear, it's been a difficult year
And terrors don't prey on innocent victims
Trust me, darlin',
It's been a loveless year, I'm a man of three fears
Integrity, faith and crocodile tears
Trust me, darlin',

So look me in the eyes, tell me what you see
Perfect paradise tearing at the seams
I wish I could escape it, I don't wanna fake it
I wish I could erase it, make your heart believe
All my dreams never mean one thing
Does happiness lie in a diamond ring?
Oh, I've been askin' for problem

I wage my war on the world inside
I take my gun to the enemy's side

Zayn knew nearly cornering Harry to talk to him after coming onto him at a party which was what led Harry into trying to avoid him in the first place probably wasn't the best idea but it was the only one he could come up with. After that one day where Harry ducked into a bathroom to escape him he hadn't seen the man, Harry had had no reason to come into the offices and it's not like Zayn could show up at his house and there is no way he was going to call him, over and above the fact that this wasn't something that could be solved over the phone he was almost certain Harry wouldn't answer.

After talking to a lot of people and risking a fuck ton if he was being honest cause he wasn't technically allowed to lie to his superiors about having a merch design crisis which he was surprised they even bought cause really what could this crisis ever be? He wasn't going to question it however and just count his blessings that they did. He was waiting with sweating palms and uneven breaths till Harry came, he made sure when he wrote the email to Harry asking him to meet he left himself completely out of it and made it sound instead like he was meeting the textile department and well he would feel bad but right now that was the least of his worries.

He knew Harry was going to come being the one who had called him but regardless of that little fact as he watched the door open and Harry step in, looking at his phone he was sure he must have stopped breathing. Harry looked up, a number of emotions flashing through his face ranging from confusion to fear and he took a few steps back with eyes as large as saucers and reached for the door handle, this is what brought Zayn out of his reverie and he spoke in the last possible second before Harry booked it away from him again, " Harry! Please wait! I just want to apologize." And now Harry just looked really confused as he faced Zayn and replied with a, " You want to apologize?" Zayn knew he wouldn't get another chance to get everything out so he let the word vomit take over, and just got everything off of his chest. He expressed to Harry how when he drinks he is this weird version of himself and he doesn't know what he is doing and never remembers what he had done and he ends up doing stupid shit and apologises over and over again for forcing him to kiss him.

Zayn goes on for what feels to him like hours but what must have been a few minutes, this is really the most he has ever talked in front of the other but none of them notices at the moment and after he's done he waits with bated breath as Harry startes at his own feet, " Did Naisargi tell you?" He says looking up and well not knowing what else to do Zayn nods, " Did she tell you you forced me to kiss you?" That one was harder to answer, " Well I mean not exactly, she said she saw us kiss and well there is no other way we could have kissed unless I- so I assumed- "
" You didn't "
Zayn abruptly stopped, staring at Harry,
" W-What? "
" You said you forced me to kiss you and I am telling you, you didn't."
" I don't understand."

" Zayn what I am trying to say is you didn't force me to kiss you, I kissed you. I wanted to."

" But that would mean-  well that would- I mean- What?"

" That would mean that I maybe like you yeah? And maybe I wouldn't mind if we were to kiss again "

"What?" And really Zayn had lost all of his other words.

Harry walked over after giving him a slight chuckle and placed his hand on Zayn's face and really this was a lot for Zayn without a drop of alcohol in his system. If he wasn't standing against the conference table he would have fallen to the floor by now given how his knees had just completely turned to jelly. Harry put his other hand around his waist and they were kissing again, only this time Zayn was completely sober and was beating himself up for not remembering the first time this had happened cause this was the kind of kiss he didn't think really existed, it was the kind of kiss songs and poems were written about, the kind that Zayn read or heard and scoffed and moved on. Really is there anything this man isn't good at?

Just as suddenly as it had happened however it was over. Harry pulled away with a weird look in his eyes, they looked sad.

Harry moved back and walked backwards towards the door and with one last tight lipped, pained looking smile and a, " Goodbye Zayn " he was gone.

Zayn stood frozen against the conference table, trying to process everything that had happened and why that goodbye felt so final.