"What would you do if you saw Zayn again Liam?"

"I would kick his arse, simple."

Harry turned away from Liam. Zayn was misunderstood, a little bit crazy, but misunderstood. He may have had a weird way of showing his love, but that didn't mean that he deserved to be killed.

"Awh how come Liam? Don't you wuv me?"

The two men in the room froze in their spots when they heard a third voice. A raspy, calm, Bradford voice.

"Harry? Don't you still love me?"

Harry slowly turned his head and met the eyes of his ex lover. He had scratches and cuts all over his face. Brusises scattered his tan arms, and his green hair was even more green.

Liam's eyes were about the size of saucers. There was no way in hell that Zayn was back. Zayn was dead, not alive. The tan male smirked at Liam and clicked his tongue, before taking a step forward.

"You guys think that it's okay to...murder me? To get away with it and not even mourn over my death? Well, my darling Harry was. Care to give me a hug baby? Zaddy is back."

Harry backed away into the wall, staring helplessly at Zayn. Words can't describe how Harry is feeling at the moment.

Happy because, well Zayn is alive. He won't have to grieve and cry over the man anymore. He could at least try to start a new life with him, or someone else. Horrified because of the fact that he and Liam thought Zayn was dead. Confused because how was Zayn even alive?

Harry squeezed his eyelids shut. This can't be real. This can't be real. This can't be real. This can't be real.

He felt the warm feeling of Zayn's index finger gently stroking his cheek. He looked up into the hazel eyes that he fell in love with and felt like he was on the verge of tears.

This was real.

"Harry...don't you still love me? I love you with all of my heart," Zayn said calmly.

Harry shook his head. He won't cave in so easily to the man that hurt him in ways no other could. The man who killed his best friend.

"Get away from me you bastard! I h-hate you Zayn! St- stay the hell out of my l-life you phychopath!"

Zayn backed away from his lover, hurt written all over his face. His Harry hated him. A single tear slid down his face at Harry's words, once they sunk in. Maybe Harry was right, he was a phychopath. A sadist phychopath.

"You don't m-mean that baby."

"I do! You killed my best friend! I fucking hate you!"

"I changed for you baby! Can't you see that?!"

"In the spam of one day?!"

Zayn growled and grabbed onto Harry's wrist. The younger boy thrashed around screaming bloody murder. Mucus and tears were painting Harry's pale face while he cried for his dear life.

Zayn on the other hand was repeatedly screaming "you will love me" in Harry's face, completely ignoring the pain all over his body. He pulled Harry to his feet after a few more tugs on his wrist.

Looking down on Harry, Zayn tried to catch his breath. Well, that until Liam smacked him upside the head with a lamp. Liam watched Zayn's body crumple to the floor in satisfaction. Right after Zayn's body fell to the floor, Harry passed out.

Liam was torn between two decisions. Killing Zayn in his sleep, or calling the police. Liam and Harry already tried killing the male, which was no use since he basically can't die. Reality dawned over Liam after that thought.

"He can't die..."

Maybe tying Zayn up and having him explain himself won't hurt. Harry would have to stick around and watch this. He deserved to know the truth.

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@/N: short chapter ? I know . The next update will be worth it though :)