Wasted Whiskies and Crushed Cigarettes | Zarry Stylik | Completed ✓

CHAPTER 18

This Valentine's Day morning was something normal for them both because Zayn left for work and Harry mopped around the room thinking about his sister and past. He called her sister and it took literally 5 hours for them to hang up only because Harry's phone is drained of charge. He forgot to plug it in charge last night.

It was around 5 pm Zayn came back from work and he was so exhausted. He took a shower and settled with Harry on their bed. He straddled Harry and they both just looked into each other's eyes for minutes while resting their forehead against each other but they seriously don't know how it ended up in a hot make-out session.

After that they talked about art and artist while Harry kept telling 'the most beautiful art he has ever seen is Zayn' and Zayn asked him to shut up because he can't concentrate on the topic. Zayn told Harry he have never tasted alcohol before he came into his life so Harry made him drink one glass of whisky again but he ended up having 5 glasses.

Hours later they found themselves tangled between each other and the sheets. They were smoking weed and Zayn was teaching Harry how to blow rings even though he didn't get it in any attempt.

Harry has a playlist for every genre of songs and his favourite is pop-rock one. That playlist has just 10 songs in it and it is playing in repeat since forever. They still don't how they ended up dancing for 'Married in Vegas by The Vamps' but they're enjoying it a way too much.

"I forgot to tell you something." Zayn said breathing heavily because they just finished dancing.

"What?" Harry asked panting lightly.

"I love you Harreh." He said directly looking into those green eyes he fell for. "So much."

"I love you more." Harry smiled dopily and leaned in to press their forehead together. They just closed their eyes and stayed like that until they caught their breath.

"Hy" Zayn whispered making Harry open his eyes.

"You know about Taj Mahal?" He asked and Harry frowned.

"The symbol of love?" He said unsure.

"Yeah." Zayn nodded. "Do you know anything more than that?"

"Nope."

"It was actually built by a king named Shah Jahan in remembrance of his late wife." Zayn smiled. "It's a tomb actually." He added.

"Wow!! How romantic?!" Harry said scrunching up his nose.

"It represents their love Harreh!!" Zayn pouted. "It is like a living proof for their love."

"Okay, so you want me to build a Taj Mahal for you"? Harry asked with an amused smile.

"No thanks, I'll pass." He said crossing his arms over his chest. "What represents our love?"

"Our love?" Harry asked looking around the room. "These Wasted Whiskies and Crushed Cigarettes." He smiled.

And Zayn laughed with his eyes crinkling and tongue caught between his teeth. The sound of his little giggles is like the most calming lullaby for Harry.

"Your guilty pleasure in music?" Zayn asked when they were in the middle of their second-round smoking. "You know like it's your favourite type but you've never told anyone."

"70s, 80s rock." Harry shrugged. "Yours?"

"R&B and ARR songs, mostly 90s." Zayn shrugged before taking a drag.

"ARR?" Harry frowned after taking a sip from his glass.

"AR Rahman." Zayn answered raising an eyebrow to which Harry only nodded. "You know him?"