Never Enough (z.s.)

chapter ten

"Liam, w-what are we d-doing here,"

Zayn said in a feeble voice, getting out of the car and taking in what surrounded him. The parking lot in front of the majestic building had been expanded, but it was completely empty, and the weeds had grown a lot since the last time Zayn had been there. Zayn also noted that the building had been whitewashed, and the cracks that started from the floor to some of the small windows were now hidden. Zayn also noted that there were only two guards. The most deafening silence enveloped him and Liam.

It was surreal, kinda scary.

"You'll see." Liam breathed out, closing his car door and locking it. "C'mon," he said to Zayn, taking his hand and interlacing their fingers together. Both then headed towards the main door, crossing the immense and completely desolated parking lot.

After entering the iron gate, the same one since the last time Zayn had been there, Zayn noticed that the inside of the prison was also completely identical.

"Why isn't there anyone, Li?" Zayn asked, tightening his grip on Liam's hand as they both walked way too slowly towards the man in his sixties at the reception, who was now a friend of Zayn. He hadn't aged at all, and his way of dressing was always the same. Zayn chuckled to himself when he remembered that it was thanks to him that the man had stopped putting on polo shirts every day, a habit that seemed to have returned.

"It's not the day of the visits" Liam whispered as if they were telling themselves secrets.

"What the hell?" Zayn thought. A shiver ran down his spine when he remembered that it wasn't a problem for Harry that there were other people watching them. By the way, they were only prisoners looking at them, as regular visitors met the inmates in another room, the usual one with benches and glass separating them from their loved ones.

But Zayn was not a regular visitor.
And Liam didn't need to know.

But one question that made a frown appear on Zayn's face was "Why did Liam have permission to visit the prison on the no-visitors day?". Zayn didn't know.

Zayn knew nothing.

So, while the receptionist let him in without any questions and Liam accompanied him, or rather, dragged him around the prison, Zayn was immersed in his thoughts, totally confused.

Liam didn't turn to look at Zayn, his grip on his hand getting stronger with each step and his gaze fixed on the corridor.
Zayn's stomach was churning with anxiety, each step that he took his heartbeat accelerated and his palms became more and more sweaty. He was having a bit of trouble breathing regularly, and he didn't like it, but he didn't have time to think about it because without warning or preparation Zayn found himself face to face with Harry's cell.

He stumbled back, taking Liam with him, and slammed into the cell opposite Harry's, causing a noise to echo in the prison. His entrance had remained the same.

This time, however, there was no calm voice from Harry to welcome him. In fact, immediately after he fell, Harry quickly turned from his position on the bed, and his eyes widened when he saw that it was Zayn.

Green met hazel, and Zayn would have sworn he saw something spark in Harry's eyes when his eyes met Zayn's frightened ones.

The expression of delight, however, didn't last long, and was immediately replaced by a hard look, cold as ice. Zayn shivered completely when Harry looked at Zayn and Liam's hands, Liam's grip as strong as ever, so strong that Zayn's hand could have broken. And a grimace appeared on Harry's face, his mouth twisted.

"What the fuck are you doing here, Liam," Harry said, completely ignoring Zayn and looking Liam straight in the eye.

"Long time no see, Harold," Liam said, releasing his grip on Zayn's hand and boldly approaching Harry's cell.

Harry let out a breathy laugh, his dimple not showing at all. "Well, let's change it then. What brings you here mate? "

"My boyfriend," Liam said, not breaking eye contact with Harry.

And after that sentence a deadly silence filled the prison. Zayn was sure that a good number of people were watching them, which made him squirm on the spot.

After about a minute of Harry staring at Liam's eyes looking for something, Harry broke eye contact and looked at Zayn deadly in the eyes.

"Your boyfriend" he mocked. "I see, I see" he mumbled, opening the cell and going to sit near the small barred window with a cigarette between his fingers.

"Are you gonna enter or what?" he said when he saw that Zayn and Liam were still out the cell.

Liam entered first, turning to Zayn and nodding his head in encouragement and giving him a little forced smile, but Zayn was frozen in place.

"Tell your boyfriend that I don't bite," Harry said, looking out the window and exhaling smoke from his nostrils. In another situation, Zayn would have found it hot.

Zayn took a deep breath and entered the cell. Harry stopped smoking his cigarette, throwing it out the small window, and turned to them. After looking between Zayn and Liam a couple of times, he said "Liam, could you get out for a while and let me talk to your boyfriend alone."

It was more of a statement than a question, and Liam obeyed immediately, leaving the now open cell door and closing it. "Just don't hurt him, mate" Liam asked, looking at Harry with pleading eyes.

"I don't promise anything. I'm just telling you he'll get out of here alive. Yeah... I think I can promise you that. "Harry said smirking a little when he saw Zayn shiver. After that, Liam walked away from the cell and turned the hallway, going who knows where.

"How do you know Liam?" Zayn said.
"It's none of your business," Harry said calmly, walking towards Zayn. He wanted to step back, but he was too focused on watching Harry to do anything else.

Harry's hair was almost the same length as the last time Zayn had seen it, and Harry looked pretty much the same. He was only slightly paler and thinner, and his eyes were dull in color, but equally breathtaking.

"So ... he's your boyfriend, mmh?" Harry said, walking around Zayn and pulling off the heavy winter jacket that was making Zayn sweat, throwing it on one of the beds in the cell.

Zayn felt hot all over when Harry approached his neck and Zayn could feel his warm breath hitting his skin. That caused the short hair on his neck to rise. Harry came even closer and he lightly brushed his soft lips against Zayn's neck delicately. Zayn closed his eyes in delight and he leaned into his touch, Harry's lips now actually pressing Zayn's neck.

Harry moved slightly to the right side of Zayn's neck, and Zayn automatically bent his neck to give him more access. Harry kissed his neck softly, so so softly that Zayn's heartbeat became weird and his breath caught in his throat, causing him to gasp lightly. He felt tingles expanding throughout his body from the point where Harry had left that little peck, such a small touch that had sparked a thrill of electricity through his bones and Zayn shuddered under Harry's sinful lips.

"I asked you a question, babe," Harry said sternly, but the smirk clear in his voice.

Zayn then decided to use all the courage he had in his body and seize the moment, which he was so sure would've never happened again if he hadn't done what he was about to do.

Zayn turned and crashed his lips into Harry's in a kiss with closed lips, savoring the way Harry's lips melted against his for a moment, a touch so simple but so meaningful that it took Harry off guard, and Harry found himself stumbling back and stepping away from Zayn.

Harry looked at Zayn with wide eyes while Zayn - who still couldn't understand what was gotten into him - waited for Harry to do something, anything.

But Harry didn't move.