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Zarry - Guilt

"Babe, you ready?!" Zayn shouted from the bottom of the staircase. He'd been waiting almost an hour for Harry to come downstairs, so they could go out to dinner for their three year anniversary. "I'll meet you in the car, yeah?" He rolled his eyes, walking out the front door slamming it harder than intended and got in the drivers seat.

Ten minutes later Zayn looked up and saw his chestnut haired boyfriend, bounding down the front steps. "Why'd you slam the front door?" He questioned, climbing into the passenger seat, buckling himself in as Zayn pulled away and merged into busy traffic.

He ignored his boyfriends question, not wanting to start anything. "We're going to this new sushi place, Liam said it was good." Harry scoffed loudly, running his fingers through his pushed back curls. "What was that for?" Zayn could feel Harry glaring at the side of his face, but he knew better than to look at him directly. So he kept his eyes straight ahead on the road.

"What if I don't like sushi?" He said stubbornly.

Zayn bit the inside of his cheek, holding back a smile because he knows Harry loves sushi and he's just being childish. "You love sushi, babe."

Harry crossed his arms over his puffed out chest. "Well I don't want to go somewhere he recommended. It's our anniversary, meaning our day and I don't want him included in it." He scoffed sourly, still glaring at the side of Zayn's face.

"It's just a restaurant, it's nothing. It's supposed to be good, I wanted to take you." Zayn sighed deeply, knowing exactly where this conversation was headed. He reached out and placed his hand on Harry's leg, giving it a light squeeze.

"Don't." He shoved Zayn's hand away stubbornly. "Why don't you take your precious Liam there then, huh?" Harry spat back spitefully, knowing the subject of Liam was still touchy between them. "Don't take me because you feel obligated or something but it's not like I'm your fucking boyfriend or anything." Zayn tried reaching out to him again, only to have his hand pushed away.

"Why are you acting like this? It's our anniversary, can we not fight? Please?" He finally turned to look at Harry, noticing he was chewing on his bottom lip trying to hold tears back. "Don't cry, babe, you'll make me cry." He reached out again, this time Harry didn't push his hand away. In fact he uncrossed his arms and placed his hand over Zayn's, squeezing it tightly. "What's wrong, babe?" Harry shook his head, as he bursted into tears. Zayn immediately pulled over to the side of the road.

"Zayn.." Harry whimpered out through sobs, unbuckling his seat belt and crawled into Zayn's lap. Not caring that the steering wheel was pressing uncomfortably into his back. "You're not.. Y-You're.." Harry couldn't even form a proper sentence he was sobbing so hard against Zayn's chest.

"Harry, what's gotten into you? Baby, talk to me." Zayn ran his fingers soothingly through Harry's hair, holding him tightly to his body. "Did something happen today? At work or something?" Zayn was beyond confused, Harry went from being happy, irritated, mad to sobbing in a matter of minutes.

Harry stayed silent, hiccuping through his tears. "You're not... cheating... on me... w-with.. with Liam again, right?" His voice broke towards the end as he let out a loud sob.

Zayn felt like a knife was being stabbed repeatedly through his heart and then twisted around. Yes, Zayn made the mistake of sleeping with Liam two maybe three times but every time, he was thinking of Harry. Zayn honestly didn't know why he did it but he did and he nearly lost Harry over it, whilst Liam seemed unaffected by the whole thing.

"Shit, Harry. No, I told you that was a mistake and I'd never do anything to hurt you again. I don't know how many more times I can tell you I'm sorry." Zayn cooed out into Harry's hair, his loud sobbing had finally started to quiet down and he wasn't shaking as much.