Dark.

Is the only way Zayn could describe the apartment as soon he enters it.

He could see the contrast between his and Harry's apartment right away.

The apartment that's address he has gotten from Elina.

The apartment, at where she said they both used to hang out a lot.

The apartment he had no idea exists.

The apartment he later came to know is his own.

He walks around the apartment, taking a look on everything and anything. It doesn't look anything like Harry's. Whereas their-Harry's apartment screams happiness and peace, this apartment screams sorow and depression.

The black walls, the paintings on them...they all look so depressing and Lord, Zayn could already feel himself not liking the apartment at all.

He is about to enter the bedroom when someone rings the bell.

He sighs, knowing exactly who it could be.

Turning, he walks down the main hall towards the main door. Zayn opens the door only to find the curly haired lad that he has been waiting for.

"Hey." Harry smiles nervously.

Zayn nods and gestures him to come in. Harry quietly enters the apartment and takes a seat on the black couch.

Zayn doesn't know why his fingers shake while closing the apartment.

"Zay-"

"Did you know about this place?" Zayn asks, cutting him off. He already knows the answer, but he wants to know from Harry himself.

The curly haired lad just nods.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Zayn asks now standing in front of Harry.

"I-I don't know." Harry whispers.

"Do yoi really think I am gonna believe that?" Harry shakes his head and Zayn has to remind himself it's not the time to coo at Harry's cuteness.

"I want to know everything Harry." Zayn looks at him sternly. "Not a single information left."

"I will tell you everything." Harry says softly. "But first tell me, how did you come to know about this place?"

Sighinh, Zayn takes a seat beside Harry. He doesn't know how Harry would react when he'll get to know about Elina. No husband would like to know their partner still keep in touch with their ex.

"I-I met Elina today." Zayn finally says after a moment of silent. He keeps on looking at the marbeled floor to avoid looking at Harry's green eyes.

"Oh!" He hears Harry saying softly as well as the sadness laced with it.

"Yeah." Zayn nods.

The silence in the room is defeaning. Zayn really thinks if he should drop the subject because from what he can feel, Harry is not comfortable at this situation right now.

"Zayn?" He looks at Harry when he feels his big hand on his cheek.

"I will-I will tell you everything I know, but..." He pauses a bit and Zayn wants to chuckle because this is so like Harry. Instead, he places a comforting hand on his trouser clothed thighs and smiles softly.

"But can I ask you for something before?"

"Anything, Haz."

"Kiss me?" Harry asks in a broken voice. Zayn hates how Harry's voice quivers like he's so much in pain.

Zayn never wants to see Harry in pain.

He places a hand on Harry's waist and pulls him close.

"You don't even need to ask." Zayn whispers before leaning in and kissing the corner of his mouth.

"You can kiss me anytime." He pecks his bottom lip.

"Anywhere." He now pecks his tops lip. Harry nods as he pulls him into a deep, loving kiss.

Zayn can feel the difference between all their kisses and this one. Can feel both their heart beating. Can feel the shake of Harry's fingers as he tugs on his hair.

Zayn feels himself losing his control, could feel himself slipping away with the taste of Harry's mouth. Could feel himself wanting Harry more than ever.

"I want you." Zayn pants once he pulls away from the kiss. He doesn't waste a second attaching his mouth to the younger lad's pale neck. Sucking and biting on the skin.

He smirks when he feels shiver under his touch.

"Zayn" Harry releases a breathy moan when Zayn starts sucking on his pulse point, letting his husband know that it's his weak spot. The older lad softly nibbles on that spot making Harry whimper.

"You're so far away." Zayn grumbles as he pulls Harry more closer so that Harry is now sitting on his lap. Both release a moan as their clothed memeber rub together at the action.

"God, how are you so beautiful?" The hazel eyed man breathes as he undo all the buttons of Harry's crisp shirt, instantly attaching his mouth to his nipples.

"Zayn, please." Harry whimpers. He tangles his finger in his hair as the older man starts licking his other nipple. Zayn moans against Harry's skin when the green eyed lad starts grinding his ass down on his hard, clothed member.

"Please stop. Before I loose my control." Harry pants and God, can he stop talking? Especially when Zayn is trying to ravish each and every part of him?

"Zay-"

So Zayn does the only thing he can think at that moment to stop Harry.

He pulls him down by his necks and kisses him passionately.

Harry moans when Zayn licks into his mouth. Licks every corner of it before sucking on his tongue, savouring the sweet taste of it.

The hazel eyed man whines when Harry pulls away from the kiss and rests his forehead against his. Both of them panting heavily.

"I asked for a kiss, not a make out session." Harry pants as his palms caress Zayn's red cheeks. Zayn smiles when he hears the playfullness behind it.

"Do you mind." Zayn asks in an equal playful voice.

"I don't think I do."

Zayn can't help himself when he leans up and pecks his lips once more.

"I want you." Looking deep into Harry's eyes, ayn whispers.

He frowns when he sees the sad smile on Harry's face.

"You do now, but you won't once your memory comes back." Harry gently rubs the skin under Zayn's eyes with his thumb.

"Then I don't think I want the memories back. I don't think they are coming back anyway. It's been months, Haz."

"Never be sure about these thjngs Zayn. You never know when they'll come back and..." Zayn frowns when he sees his green eyes becoming teary.

"And?" Zayn asks in a whisper.

"And you'll start hating me and Aleeza again." Harry finish his sentence as a tear rolls down his cheek. Zayn is quick to kiss it away, making Harry smile a bit.

"This place..." Harry looks around the around the apartment whereas Zayn's eyes are glued to Harry's face.

"..you bought it after you moved out from my place." He looks back at Zayn's face. "What more did she tell you?"

"Nothing. She just told me that she's been searching for me since she couldn't find me in my apartment. I asked her about which apartment then she gave me this address and then...."

"You called me." Harry cuts Zayn off. Zayn nods in 'yes'.

"Zayn.." Harry cups Zayn's face with both his hands, looking at him with sad eyes. "What I am gonna tell you, might be a bit shocking to you, okay?"

And okay, Zayn is scared to listen what's Harry gonna say next.

He is already having this feeling that he is not gonna like it.

He is already having this nauseous feeling at the pit of his stomach.

"I don't know much about this but oneday I came here to tell you about my pregnancy but you didn't open the door." Harry takes a deep breath before getting up from Zayn's lap and taking a seat beside him.

And if Zayn didn't like Harry getting up from his lap, he doesn't say it.

"So I opened the door with the spare key you keep under the door mat. And..."

Zayn frowns when he hears Harry choking on his words.

He doesn't know if he wants to hear it.

"Harry you don't need-"

"And I found you and Elina in the same bed, Zayn. And your closet, it was full of her and your clothes."

"Wh-what?" Zayn chokes on his voice. He couldn't possibly do that to Harry, right? He couldn't possibly hurt Harry like that.

Right?

But when Harry nods, he knows he did. He did hurt Harry.

"You-you and Elina lived together."

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I am an evil, ain't I? 😂

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