Wasted Whiskies and Crushed Cigarettes | Zarry Stylik | Completed ✓

CHAPTER 6

         It took another 10 minutes to walk till the end of the road. 'Did I walk all the way here just to get stopped by a dead-end?' He thought to himself and turned to look at Harry who is standing on the opposite side of the street.

"Are you really a superhuman?" Zayn asked walking to the other side. "When did you cross the road?"

"Just when you regretted walking all the way here just to meet with the dead end." He shrugged.

"Why are we here?" Zayn asked and Harry pointed to his right.

"We're going in there." He replied and Zayn seriously regretted trusting Harry for a second. It's the darkest alleyway he has ever seen in his fucked up life.

"It's the dark alleyway." Harry said noticing his fearful eyes.

"I can see that."

"No, the name of the alley is Dark."

"Dark? Just dark?"

"It's too damn dark inside though."

"Darker than here?" Zayn asked pointing to the entrance of the alley and Harry nodded.

Zayn wondered how can a place get darker than here but he got his answer when he walked in with Harry. It's not the black turning into pitch black but it's the silence turning into grave silence. Zayn can hear nothing other than his heartbeat echoing in his ears.

The only light is from the torchlight in Harry's right hand while his left hand is gripping Zayn's right hand. Zayn gasped when a rat rummaged in the garbage can nearby and he held Harry's tightly enough to leave marks.

Zayn freaked out when Harry's hand left his grip but calmed down when Harry pulled him close by his shoulder. Harry's hand is now on Zayn's left upper arm. This grip is more secure and it makes Zayn feel safe.

After a couple of minutes, they stopped near door number 666. 'How welcoming?!' Zayn thought turning around when Harry pressed the passcode. The door opened and Zayn froze when he heard too many peoples chatter.

"Is this room soundproof?" He frowned at Harry who is locking the door after they walked in.

"Every room in this alley is." Harry answered dragging him with him.

"Who is this hot chilli?" A blonde man smirked at Zayn. He has lip, nose and ear piercings and lots and lots of tattoos.'Doesn't that hurt?!' Zayn frowned at that thought.

"Keep your distance." Harry warned. "That's my boyfriend." He said making Zayn stop in his tracks. He looked at Harry who is looking back at him like, he's really in love.

"Whoa!! That's your boyfriend?!" A man with piercing blue eyes yelled from across the room.

"Why did you bring such a softie here, Hazza?" A girl-who looked as rowdy as the other men here-smirked at Zayn. She bit her lips while studying Zayn from top to toe which made him lean into Harry, unconsciously.

"We were on a date." Harry answered the other girl and it took Zayn's everything to not freak out. "It took more time than we thought, so I bought him with me to work." He explained while pushing the hair out of Zayn's eyes which fell on his face.

"I should've known." The girl hummed. "You're not the one to get late for work." She smirked and left.

"Be here." Harry told Zayn. "I'm just going in and will be back in a couple of minutes." He said making Zayn wear his jacket over the shirt. "Don't worry, no one will touch you." He said ruffling Zayn's hair making it fall on his face again.