Soon {Zarry}

Twenty-Two Choices

"You've been sketching me all day. . . again."

"Yes, well, it's better than me using blood."

". . . Yeah, but it makes me uneasy. You're hiding something."

". . ."

"Zayn?"

"Every time I step out, I already know your eyes are glued to the TV screen for my next victim. It's stuck in your head that you can't be with me, a violent psychopath, a serial killer, so I'm stopping. . . for now. All I can do is sketch - no ink - for you."

"For now?"

"I won't make promises I can't keep. I'll be blunt, darling: It's only a matter of time before you completely fall for me - whether I kill someone else or not - and I know you've tried hard not to, but just stop with this faux resistance."

"It's not faux. . . just contradictory, I guess. I still think about it whether you're here or not, and frankly, I'm tired of just sitting here and being stared at. Can we do something else?"

"You don't have to ask."

"Yes, but you should do whatever it is that helps control your urges. If drawing-"

"I have other things."

"I don't like the smile on your face; it's devious."

"Everything about me is devious, darling. We can watch a movie, swim, take a hike. . . but the thing I really want to do is make you moan my name again. What do you want?"

"I wan- . . . someone's at the door?"

". . . Only three people know about this place; two of them are inside, the other gave it to me. . . ha, it is him."

"Well, since ya stopped visiting me, I thought I'd come to you, mate. Hello, Harry, nice to see ya again."

"I'm sorry, but I don't believe we've ever met. . ."

"We haven't. Still I meant what I said."

"Oh."

"Darling, do you remember the reason you left? The gum?"

"Gum? Wha-"

"I knew something I shouldn't have, and it's because of him."

"He. . . was the one watching me?"

"Yeah, and I woulda snatched you up myself if it weren't for Zayn, here."

"Louis-"

"What? Heh, it's just a joke. Don't go all jealous, psycho boyfriend on me."

"Why the fuck are you here?"

"Woah, didn't realize I was stepping on thin ice. Am I interrupting something?"

"Even if you are, you don't really care. Just go sit down. . . away from him."

"Oi, mate, this sketch of Harry looks like shit. Look."

"There's barely anything on the page, Zayn! I sat there for two hours!"

"Such wonderful foreplay, isn't it?"

"Louis, I swear if you don't shut your fucking mouth for one second- Darling, do you mind going upstairs while Louis and I talk?"

"Why can't he hear what you're going to say?"

"It's not what I'm going to say, it's what I'm going to do."

"I love it when you threaten me. Run along now, Harold."

"It's Harry."

"Mhm."