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Zarry - Stunt

His blood boiled, his face grew red, and his hands balled into fists. There may as well have been steam seeping out of him. The only thought on his mind being ‘MINE.’

A tap on his shoulder diverted his attention.

 “WHAT?!” he snapped.

 “Woah, there,” Liam backed up, hands raised in defense. “What’s wrong, Haz?”

 “That,” Harry sneered while gesturing to the dance floor.

 Liam looked behind the younger boy, trying to get a glimpse of what he was referring to.

 What he saw was a too-sober-for-Harry-to-feel-better Zayn dancing with multiple guys. His head was tipped back, drink raised, and he looked pretty pleased.

“Well, why aren’t you doing anything about it?”

Harry scoffed at that. “What do you expect me to do? Go up to them, drag Zayn away, and tell him to stop being a slut and only pay attention to me? I have some sort of self-control, Li.”

 “Maybe you should,” Liam suggested, and Harry rolled his eyes at him. “I’m just saying; it might be a good idea to let him know you care,” he finished then grabbed his drink and left to join Niall and Louis by the bar.

Harry stood there in disbelief. Surely Zayn knew how he felt about him. He probably doesn’t say it as often as he should, but he’s always there to kiss his boyfriend “good morning,” make his breakfast, give him a good massage whenever he was feeling stressed, and does whatever he can to please him regardless of whether or not he is entirely comfortable with it.

There’s no way Zayn doesn’t know about his feelings towards him.

His eyes narrowed when he saw one of the guys whisper into Zayn’s ear causing him to giggle. When the older boy’s gaze met his, the latter sent him the biggest grin he’s ever seen on his face and blew a kiss in his direction; Harry’s anger quickly subsided, and his knees grew weak.

His boyfriend loves him, that’s all he needs.

His blissful trance was shattered, however, when one of the males placed his hands on Zayn’s waist and started grinding on him. Harry pushed through the crowd with determination, gaining a few annoyed glares and muttered curses.

Zayn paid no mind to his surroundings until the younger lad took hold of his wrist in a painful manner, making him spill his drink. 

When he looked into Harry’s eyes, he saw frustration, lust, and a bit of hurt? He didn’t have time to ponder over it since he was swiftly dragged to the loo and shoved against the door as soon as it had closed.

 “What’s the matter, Haz?” Zayn asked, genuinely concerned.

 “Don’t act so innocent, you whore!” Harry hissed.

 A look of hurt covered Zayn’s face, causing Harry to feel the slightest bit guilty. “What’s your problem?! Why the fuck am I being called a whore?!”

 This pissed Harry off even more. “Like you don’t know! You were too busy dancing with all those guys to pay any attention to your boyfriend!”

 Zayn stared at him incredulously. “Oh my God! I can’t believe it; are you jealous?! I’m with you! And just because we’re dating, it doesn’t give you the right to be such a clingy bitch!” he exclaimed before moving to leave.