Zarry - SCREW THE SYSTEM

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zayn’s eyes slowly fluttered open. memories of last night, harry’s body pressing desperately against his, came flowing back to his mind. the feel of their sticky, sweaty skins aching for more from each other, the way their mouths fit perfectly against each other like a puzzle piece, the feel of harry penetrating him all flashed in his head.

it’s like he could feel harry’s big hands pinning his waist down, he could see the passion and lust in his green eyes all over again, he could smell the mixing of their colognes and sweat, creating a flawless aroma zayn could never get enough of. zayn wanted it all over again. he wanted to hear harry’s loud moans, to feel his liquid dripping inside of him, to make harry his. 

now. he turned over on the bed, ready to pounce on the curly haired boy, but to no avail. the other side of the bed was empty, cold sheets messily splayed out. there was no flop of messy curls on the other pillow, and no angelic face next to him. zayn didn’t really think much of it, just thinking that harry had gotten up earlier.

he stood up to find his boxers and slipped on his clothes from the night prior before heading out of harry’s bedroom. the house was way too quiet, and zayn didn’t feel comfortable at all. he searched most of the rooms before drawing the conclusion that harry had in fact left zayn in his home, alone.

he didn’t want to believe it, but the empty house left him no choice. typical harry styles, zayn thought. it was just what zayn should have expected, harry didn’t prove to be any better than what zayn had first thought of him all those days ago. leaving before the morning after, leaving zayn feeling used and dirty. zayn felt incredibly stupid for falling into harry’s trap, for believing that he was any different than any of harry’s other conquests.

he thought that he actually meant something to the popular guy. the way harry stopped him from leaving last night, the way he knocked the breath out of zayn’s lungs with all the passion he was emitting.

zayn couldn’t help but think that harry actually felt something for him. through all the days they had been spending time together, he couldn’t help but think that he grew on the other guy like harry had grown on him. but who was he kidding? harry couldn’t feel any emotion of love or affection. he had proved that on many accounts. that’s how he got his reputation. he would sneak into a bimbo’s life, and quickly vanish after he was pleasured but before he grew attached.

but the thing was, zayn now knew what it felt like to be a bimbo. because zayn was attached.

he felt hurt, pain at the pit of his stomach. betrayed. idiotic. useless. words of negativity were screaming in his head, beating himself up for falling for harry. he had never felt something so strong for someone else before.

although he knew that he deserved better, he wanted nobody else but harry. he wanted harry’s eyes to light up when he caught sight of him. he wanted harry’s deep, raspy voice telling him that he loved him when nothing else seemed to sound right. he wanted to intertwine his fingers with harry’s slender ones, because he knew they would fit together perfectly.

unfortunately, harry was incapable of doing anything like that. zayn had learned from experience. he wouldn’t be able to show any vulnerable emotion, and that’s what love was. love made you take risks and open your heart to someone else. to trust someone with the thing that kept you alive.

and what that person did, would make you or break you. they could cradle it, take care of it, make you happy. or they could squeeze it until it reached the point of exploding with hurt and despair. love made you do things like you had never done before. it made you want to climb the highest of mountains, to swim the deepest of seas. but harry was incapable of doing anything like that. the only thing he was capable of doing was leaving the boy who would give him his all behind, with nothing but teeth marks and bruises on his skin.

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