The Good In Me [Ziam]

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Just a heads up, there's going to be a lot of flashbacks in this chapter and they're the text that's in italic.
Enjoy!

"That's the crazy thing about love, I never knew what it was until I met you" he speaks softly, grabbing Zayns hand and kissing the top of it. "I love you so fucking much Zayn Malik"

His eyes were filled with tears from happiness. "Oh Harry, you sure know how to make a grown man cry" he sniffs before wrapping his arms around his neck and smashing their lips together.

The taller Las pulls back, letting a small chuckle out "you're only 19 babe"

"Shut up and kiss me" and that's what he did, Harry reconnects their lips in a loving kiss as he placed his arms around Zayns waist to pull him closer.

Zayn was at the top of the world with this man and he was absolutely grateful for it. He felt euphoric at the taste of his lips and wouldn't want to be anywhere right now. Although they were on the side of the road, outside the restaurant they were just at, they were lost in their own world.

"Excuse me there are children!" A high pitched voice interrupts their moment as the two pull away and look over to an older lady with her two kids. Zayns cheeks redden up from embarrassment and nuzzles his head into Harry's neck.

"Sorry!" Harry laughs out before pulling Zayn with him to get to their car. Once they've reached a distance away from the upset lady, Zayn pulls away and looks back before bringing his eyes to Harry and laughing out himself.

"Oh man that was embarrassing" he says through laughs and leans on the car. Harry grabs Zayns hips and stands in front of him, leaning down closer. They were now at their car, with no one around and stood in the dark shadow of the parking lot.

Harry leans his mouth to Zayns right ear, sending a shiver down Zayns spine from the feeling of his breath. "Now then, where were we"

"Hey buddy" a tap to his shoulder makes him jump up and groan. He squints up to a tall figure that was covering the moon above him. "This is my spot, get your own" he kicks Zayns thigh lightly to make him get out of the way.

Zayn doesn't bother fighting back with some bum so he just gets up and leaves the alleyway he doesn't even remember going in. His body was aching and for some reason his jaw was in a shitload of pain.

He rubs his eyes and looks around the empty streets to try and remember where he was and why the hell he fell asleep in some homeless mans sleeping bag.

He runs his right hand through his hair, wincing when his hair brushes against the knuckles of his hand. He pulls it down quickly to examine how swollen and red it was. It was covered in cuts and aching. He was completely lost on why his hand was this way until he touched his jaw again and remembering the bruise that was forming there.