It's not like my brain's not rushing every time you get too close
It's not like I can't imagine losing myself in your arms
It's not like my skin isn't longing after the weight of your touch
It's what if I mess this up
-Slow

Zayn Didn't moved his lips ,nor did Harry. Their lips fitted perfectly,just like they should. Harry just looked with wide eyes ,as Zayn pulled his face away.

Zayn looked at Harry and the next moment Harry was grabbing Zayn's neck and pulling him in the kiss again.

He wanted to taste them, so badly. And now that Zayn once pressed them on his ,he thinks he can't stop. He is already addicted. Addicted to the taste of mint and cigarettes. Addicted to the way Zayn's hand had a firm grip on him. Addicted to the way his fingers were tangled in Zayn's silky Raven hair.

Harry's hand was tangled in Zayn's hair while his other hand clutched Zayn's shirt. Zayn's one hand was around Harry's waist. While other was on his cheeks. Softly Caressing it.

Zayn ran his tongue along Harry's bottom lip before biting it and then again running his tongue over it. Harry moaned a little And did The same. The feeling of even biting Zayn's lower lip was amazing, Harry pulled it a little, tilting Zayn's head back a little to get a better angle by pulling his hair.

Zayn gave a small groan ,before he took the control again. His tongue exploring every inch of Harry's mouth.

The kiss was passionate and needy. Both of them desperate for it. Desperate for tasting each other. Somehow during this all pushing and pulling ,Harry was pulled on Zayn's lap ,so now he was straddling Zayn ,dry humping on his thigh.

Both of their minds clouded by something they didn't know. It just felt so right. So good. Zayn kept pulling Harry closer and closer even though there was no space left between them.

They both panted as they finally stopped kissing, the lack of Oxygen burning their lungs.

Zayn blinked and opened his eyes and the next second he was pushing Harry down from his lap. Harry looked up in confusion and shock as Zayn stood up and dusted off his clothes.

"I'm leaving the island in few minutes. It was my duty to make sure you are properly healed and I think you are . You can stay here as long as you want. Then you can go wherever you want. I will transfer the money in your account every month. "

Zayn said in a rushed voice as he almost ran out of the park. Leaving a confused and heartbroken Harry behind.

Harry sat on the ground for a minute. Touching his swollen red lips and almost bruised waist. Did he and Zayn just kissed ?

And Zayn pushed his away ? Zayn is leaving the island in few minutes . wait , in few minutes?

Harry immediately scrambled on his feet . Almost falling down again . He ran out of the park towards the house.

Even though he was getting better in these 3 weeks,his body was still thin and weak. He was already panting hard halfway through the path. But he didn't stopped.

Once he reached the house. He ran inside shouting Zayn's name. The Malik family and Anne immediately came in the living room , while Harry looked around for any signs of Zayn.

"Harry ? What happened?" Anne asked looking at Harry in concern as he panted while bending down and placing his hands on his knees.

"Zayn." Harry breathed out looking at them. "Where is he ? "

"He isn't here. He was with you ,right ?" Trisha asked.

"Shit."

Harry sprinted out of the house again. If Zayn isn't here than he must be at the runway. Where they landed the first time. Harry just hoped that Zayn was still here on the island.

Harry could hear the voices of people behind him ,but he Didn't had the time to explain them anything.

Harry ran even though he was already feeling lightheaded. The sun was shinning too strong. He could already see the black spots in front of his eyes.

Harry finally leaned on a tree, taking heavy breaths as he could see the black car and Zayn's private Jet.

Jeff was standing beside the car while Zayn and what Harry assumed to be the pilot had a conversation.

"Zayn." Harry tried to yell. The key word being 'tried.' But he was so tried and out of breath that only a puff of air escaped through his lips.

Harry's knees were wobbly and his thigh were aching. This was most he walked ,more like ran in 4 months. First he was in Coma and in the past 3 weeks. Zayn carried him when it was long distance. Or supported him when he walked.

His head would start spinning as soon as he would open his eyes.

Harry barely saw ,Zayn shaking his hands with the pilot before the pilot walked towards the plane. Harry had to close his eyes again due to the yellow and black dots covering his vision.

When be opened his eyes again ,Zayn was talking with Jeff.

Harry willed himself to walk further so be would come out of the forest region into the open space so Zayn would see him.

Harry straggered a few steps more,Calling Zayn's name out again when he saw him walking towards the plane.

This time it was above a whisper but still not enough.

The sun was shinning too bright . it was as if it was intentionally burning Harry up more.

Harry blinked his eyes trying to clear his vision from the black dots but he just ended up losing his balance and falling down. His name  being the last thing he heard before everything went dark.