Zayn looked on his laptop that was connected to the cameras in Harry's home and let out small sobs as he watched Harry pound into that girl from Starbucks. He watched the way Harry's dick viciously slid in and out of her loose folds. She was moaning in a high pitch tone, and if Zayn was honest, he'd say that her moans were a major turn off.

Nobody knew Harry better than Zayn. He knew that Harry wasn't enjoying it, but it still hurt him to see his future husband fucking some whore who works at a coffee shop. Zayn bit his quivering lip and slammed his laptop shut, not daring to look at the rest of the hideous sex recording.

He was twenty-five for God's sake, he can't be dwelling on a boy who was only nineteen. But.. Age doesn't matter in Zayn's world, plus it wasn't like Harry was underage.

Zayn wiped at his wet eyes and took deep breaths before opening up his laptop to see Harry jizzing on the skank's face. She had a wide smile on her face, trying to catch his cum as he was quickly tugging on his dick.

"Why can't that be me in the bed with him? Why can't that be me swallowing those unborn kids? Why can't that be me—" , Zayn stopped talking when Harry's cum exploded on her face. He swore that his heart stopped when he saw Harry's face as he came. Zayn tilted his head to the side and slightly smiled though his tears. Harry was too pure to be in this cruel world.

Especially this world with stalkers like himself.

Zayn took a few pictures of Harry's face and sent the files to his printer and printed them out. When the pictures were done, he kissed each one and proceeded to carefully tape each one to his walls that were covered in all tons of pictures of Harry.

Some consisted of Harry in the shower, eating, playing with his manly parts, and there were a lot of him sleeping. He sighed and looked over at his huge wall and smiled in accomplishment when he realised that he filled up every space.

There was one more thing that he needed to do...

Zayn walked into his bathroom and pulled out a pair of white rubber gloves, a wrench, a small camera, a paperclip and a screwdriver. He put everything in his pockets and made his way over to Harry's house—which was a few blocks away from his own.

He smirked when he saw the slut's black Audi still parked in the driveway. Zayn carefully removed the brakes of her car, that way when she needs to stop her car, it won't work. He then used the paperclip to quietly get into her Audi and plant one of the small cameras in there, excited to see her brakes fail.

When he finished his dirty job, he speed walked back to his place and connected the new miniature camera to his laptop, anxious to see that girl leave already. Time passed and while Zayn was dozing off, there was a new lighting om his screen which meant a movement of some sort.

He grinned when he saw the petite girl get into her car and put her keys in the ignition. Zayn observed her steer like a normal driver does —that until she tried to run a red light. The sick man sat up with a wider grin on his face and watched her try to slam on the breaks, as she almost hit another car.

She steered away while screaming and headed towards a dead end that had a brick wall. Zayn rubbed his hands together and his heart was beating in anxiousness when he saw her trying to turn out of the dead end, getting closer and closer to the wall coming into view.

But of course that didn't end well.

She crashed straight into the brick wall, which dented up a majority of her car and made it erupt into flames. Zayn fist pumped the air once he realized that she was dead when the camera switched off.

Who needs television when he has his own entertainment?

He disconnected the camera from his laptop and reconnected to the one in Harry's bedroom to find him sleeping peacefully under his blue and white blanket. Zayn cooed and stared at the boy in adoration, wishing that he was next to Harry at the moment.

But of course he had to kill the person who tried stealing Harry from him. Speaking of that.. Zayn went into his bathroom and took out his blade,slicing another mark onto his wrists.

He wasn't suicidal... He was only marking each person that he killed because they hooked up with Harry. He had a total of thirteen marks, plus an 'H' that he carved deeply into his thigh the first time that he cried over Harry.

The last thing Zayn did before he went to sleep was write in his journal.

10/09/17

I was in Starbucks, waiting Harry to arrive like he always did on a chilly day. He comes to Starbucks everyday, except on Wednesdays and Saturdays.
But.. I saw him walking in my direction, so I "accidentally " bumped into him and made myself fall. I was actually shocked that my plan worked, and I swear when we touched, I felt sparks..
I stood there like an idiot when he apologized for MY mistake. Do you know how that makes me feel paper? Huh? It makes me feel like a big dickhead. And the thing is.. That when I bumped into my love, my head smacked against his jaw.
His poor beautiful jaw is bruised now because of me.
I'm pretty sure that I creeped him out, but that will not me the last he'll ever see of me!

- Zayn Malik