21 [BLACK]: Roar.

Following Harry Styles orders proved not to always be a good thing; Zayn Malik and James Barnes both agreed on that statement, separately but kinda for the same reason.

Zayn's features were perfectly showing how miserable he felt at that moment, as he avoided Harry's eyes and half-naked body. He never felt anything like that; the aching in his chest, it was really painful, gut-wrenching even, but he somehow felt he deserved it.

For him, nothing mattered now, but for Harry to forgive him, spare his life, and hopefully accept his heart; Zayn was ready to give it to Harry, even if he just use it to stamp on it.

Zayn's legs were shaking when he stood up from the bed, leaning his elbow on the top of the dresser to support his weight, he walked slowly towards Harry and he stood in front of him, his eyes looking down at Harry's bare chest.

"What did I tell you to do?" Harry asked and Zayn eyes shone with confusion. Harry grabbed Zayn's hands and clasped them behind his back. "Leave them there. I don't wanna tell you again."

Zayn's body was still trembling as he nodded his head, showing that he understood. He stood there for a whole minute, eyes looking down, body shaking, naked with his dick shooting for the stars.

"Do you want to leave this room naked?" Harry smirked, cocking his eyebrow at Zayn who gasped and lift his head up fast, his awkward gaze met Harry's and he blushed at the amusement in the taller man's eyes.

"If I said no, would you make me go outside naked on purpose?" Zayn was testing the water before he answered, just like a small kitten tasting the milk before she drinks it.

And Harry couldn't help it; he let out a loud laugh, throwing his head back as he did, making a smile appear on Zayn's dry lips for the first time that night, he felt proud for making Harry laugh, and the butterflies tickled his tummy.

"No," Harry's laugh finally died down, before he answered his naked boy.

"Then no, I don't wanna leave here naked." Zayn was still smiling like a idiot.

Harry's semen was dripping down his thighs and legs, his cock was looking red and angry now resting against his stomach and it pulsed a shit load of pre-come when Harry took another step toward him, circling around him until he stopped by his side.

Harry nipped at the shell of his ear, Zayn whimpered softly at the feeling of Harry's teeth against his flesh but that it fast turned into a loud moan when Harry slapped his dick with his flat hand.

"Then dress up," Harry ordered the obvious as he straightened his back and crossed his arms against his naked torso, making Zayn gulp. He felt small, almost inferior in front of this god.

"B-but my legs are wet."

Harry tilted his head to the side as he frowned, like he's saying how's that my problem? making Zayn move quickly towards his clothes on the ground, ignoring the burning sensation in his bum.

He picked his underwear first and put it on, though he always hates to put the same underwear again after he took them off, and he bit his lip in pain at its feeling against his hard shaft, then he wore his tracksuit fast, and finally he placed his hands behind his back like he was ordered and stood up in front of Harry.

Harry smiled at  how obedient Zayn was, before he ran his hand between the locks of Zayn's hair lovingly, making Zayn close his eyes in content.

"Good boy." Harry mumbled, before he picked his own white shirt from the bed.

"Open your mouth." He commanded and Zayn's eyes widened before he did so, Harry wrapped his shirt around Zayn's mouth and tightened it at the back of his head, making Zayn frown and shook his head in refusal. 

"Now follow me."

Harry walked out of the room, the lights of the hallway were now on, contrary to how they were when Zayn first entered that bedroom. Harry led him to the stairs and Zayn started to make Incomprehensible sounds as his eyes watered, and he stopped walking when he realized; they were heading to the top of the tower.

"Keep walking Zayn, I'm not gonna ask again."

Zayn's mind was playing him every movie he saw in it people getting pushed from tower tops to their fatal death, so he refused to move and started sobbing under Harry's shirt, but he didn't pull his hands from behind his back.

"I'm not gonna push you from up there, Zayn. Now move c'mon." Like he read his mind; Harry's voice came just a tiny bit gentler than before.

For some reason, Zayn's anxious thoughts calmed a bit down when Harry said that, fuck, his inner self trusted the killer more than he ever trusted anyone, and he couldn't do anything about it as he started climbing the stairs with Harry close behind him.

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From up there, the view was scary yet magnificent, Zayn took a deep breath that he couldn't exhale from his mouth, and he stared at the endless woods and the beauty of Ethereal City behind it.

The tower was surrounded by old lights, they looked like gaslights if Zayn wasn't mistaken.

Harry slipped behind him, panting as he finally reached the top, Zayn wanted to laugh at the fact that he got up here in one long walk, while Harry had to stop multiple times on the way.

"Watch the entrance." Harry uttered softly after he caught his breath.

Harry placed his hand at the nape of Zayn's neck and he squeezed lightly; him putting a bit of pressure reminded Zayn that Harry was here with him and he was still under the Styles' control, Zayn's eyelids fluttered at the feeling of the rough hand on his neck, he sighed and closed his eyes.

But Harry squeezed harder, and Zayn opened his eyes, "I said watch the entrance." Harry repeated.

Zayn looked perplexedly at Harry before he watched the open door, wait, why it is open? Was it always open?

Zayn's stomach growled loudly, and he blushed deeply, the sound was piercing in the quiet place, he wished he could cover it with a cough or maybe by speaking nonsense until his stomach like stopped with those noises, damn it! He couldn't do either.

One of the gaslights turned itself off, making the whole place get a shade darker.

Zayn shivered slightly at the cold air of the night, and it seemed like Harry noticed, he moved a bit closer until his front hit Zayn's back. A muffled moan left his mouth when Harry moved his shaft in a circular motion against Zayn's ass, teasing him.

Another gaslight turned off, at the same time, a sound broke the silence, and Zayn heard it clear, like something dropped.

The front door made a noise meaning someone was leaving and imagine Zayn's surprise when Liam's body came into view as he got out the door.

Liam looked behind him and then to his sides quickly like he was scared; and bet he was.

Is he trying to escape?

Zayn's eyes widened as he looked at Harry, who didn't even blink once as he nudged Zayn's head faintly with his hand, making him look out again.

Zayn watched Liam hesitate for a second before he started to run towards the woods.

Oh no no no no!!! Zayn screamed in his mind, he quickly pulled his hands up from behind his back and teared Harry's shirt apart. The fresh breeze hit his mouth and it felt like heaven.

"Harry," Zayn's voice was coming hoarse and shaky, "Please do something, he didn't do anything wrong to you!" Zayn used every nerve in his body to try and boost his bravery enough to say those words.

"It's none of my business, he ran on his own." Harry calmly said.

"But this is Frangipani forest, he will die! The lord of death will kill him! Please do something!" Zayn begged.

"He's not my business. You are." Harry's voice came deeper than before, like he did that intentionally, and Zayn felt a tingle in his downstairs area at the possessive tone of his kidnapper.

"Then do it for me." Zayn pleaded, his golden eyes were shining differently under the moonlight.

"Okay." Harry nodded before he pulled his phone out of his back pocket, Zayn was truly surprised that Harry agreed so easily, but he wasn't going to complain.

"Let it out." Harry said on the phone. Zayn didn't really understand what that meant.

They heard a squelch sound coming from the woods and Zayn's eyes watered as he prayed for Liam to be okay in his head.

He hated what Liam did, loath the fact that Liam cheated. He was hurt obviously; very much so, but he came to the acknowledgment that he did the same too.

But whatever was the case, he would never ever wish death upon his ex-boyfriend.

Was he my ex? We never really broke up officially. Zayn sighed, they did the miunte they both cheated on the other.

A plop sound was now overheard and Zayn's recognized Liam's voice, the whole forest in front of him was drowning in darkness, except for what the moon offered of soft white-bluish light.

The gate of the tower was opened once again after Liam closed it before, and Zayn saw Maverick's muscular build.

"Come on baby, let's go for a run." He heard the dark man saying, like he's trying to get the attention of a kitten.

Zayn gasped as his mouth and eyes opened wide in horror, a pure literal horror as he saw what came out the gate.

"Ihwtvaajtibwjbe.." Zayn uttered nonsense as he saw a big tiger walk slowly as Maverick talked with it.

"It- it's a-a-a tiger!" Zayn trembled and he grabbed on Harry's arm beside him.

"What- what is happening?" Zayn's eyes filled with terror and tears as he saw the tiger run towards the forest with a loud roar.

Harry said something but Zayn didn't hear, as his ears started to ring and his stomach turned upset, his head hung down unwillingly as he started to feel dizzy.

Harry quickly put his arms around him, called out his name. And the last sound Zayn heard was Liam's thunderous timorous scream before he passed out in Harry's arms.

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Harry placed the fainted boy on the bed, his usually glowy golden skin was now looking pale, and Harry bit his lip in regret as he pulled the duvet over Zayn's body.

Gently, he brushed Zayn's hair out his sweaty forehead, Zayn moved his head slightly to the side before he nuzzled the side of Harry's arm like he was just deep in sleep.

Harry sighed and walked out the room and down the stairs to the first floor.

Axel and Allan, the twin brothers who were once his colleagues and now his employees, were sitting in front of their computers in the salon.

"Anything new boys?"

"No, Harry." They both answered.

Harry nodded and went to the office at the east-north side of the tower.

Liam was sitting on a sofa looking all shook up, with his eyes wide and staring at space blankly, as James was sitting next to him and feeding him some soup carefully.

Maverick was standing in front of the bureau, a frown taking over his handsome face, as he closed his eyes and moved his index finger over the bridge of his nose.

James saw Harry first, but he didn't comment and kept feeding Liam.

"Can you stop it, James? It wasn't that bad." Maverick sighed.

"Wasn't that bad? Look at him, he's barely responding! Like was that show really necessary?"

"Harry aske-"

"Stop with this bullshit 'that's what Harry asked', why do you have to always follow his orders like a dog instead of listening to me?"

"Don't." Maverick warned, his tone was showing lack of patience now.

Harry made his presence known, and sat on the chair; opposite of the black sofa James and Liam were seated on, so Maverick was standing between the three of them.

"So, did he like what he saw?"

"No, he actually cares about him." Harry got his hair out of the bun and shook his head in a fast move, to let his chocolate long locks fall on his shoulders. But I thought Liam hurt him. He cried because of him. Harry wondered mentally.

"Oh."

"Look Harry, Maverick, I'm saying this only once, you're not going to use that freaky animal to scare anyone anymore. Or else you'll never see my face again. Understood?" James frowned at them as he finished feeding the shaky waiter.

"Freaky animal? I raised that tiger, he's my baby kitten. And he never harmed anyone." Maverick gasped.

At the mention of the word tiger, Liam whimpered and started shaking more, "No tiger! No tiger!" He shouted as he squeezed his eyes shut.

"No no, no tiger. Shh you're okay." James moved his hand up and down the scared man's back in slow circles until he calmed for a bit.

James turned to look at his boyfriend and his best friend again, "I don't care how harmless it is. Never do that again, this poor man didn't deserve it."

"You're quite bossy for someone who's 5'8." Harry uttered calmly, staring at James with his resting bitch face which made Maverick crack a grin.

"Shut up fucker, and go feed your boy instead."

Harry's heart sank at the mention of Zayn, and instead of replying to the insult, he nodded, "There's more soup left, right?"

"Yeah, I just heated it up." James nodded back and Harry jumped to the kitchen.

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"Zayn,"

He heard his name being called but he was barely able to open his eyes. He whined and shifted when he heard another call of his name. A few attempts later, he finally managed to open his eyes.

"I got you some food," Harry said softly, as he put a tray on the dresser before he wrapped a muscular arm around Zayn's back and pulled him up so he's sitting against the headboard, and he placed the pillow behind his back.

"Harry." Zayn uttered his name as he blinked in confusion. "What happened?" Zayn's mind flashed with many pictures, until one hit him hard, "Liam!"

"He's okay, he's okay calm down." Harry cupped Zayn's cheeks in his hand, and ran his thumps softly against them.

"Please tell me if he's not." Zayn said in panic.

"He's fine. I promise. Now, you need some food in your tummy first, aren't you hungry?"

"I don't know." Zayn rested his head back on the pillow.

Harry sat on the side of the bed before he placed the tray on his lap and started feeding Zayn. When the soft soup first touched Zayn's tongue, he hummed in ease at the delicious flavour and in two minutes, he'd finished the whole bowl.

Harry put the empty bowl and the tray back on the dresser again, before he moved the back of his hand over Zayn's mouth.

"Are you feeling better now?"

"I'm so sorry, Harry! Please forgive me!" Zayn cried loudly, as his sobs made a comeback and started to leave his pretty mouth. Harry pulled him to his chest, wrapping his arms around his upper body, as his boy sobbed harder.

"Calm down." Harry whispered in Zayn's hair.

"I kn-know I sh-shouldn't have do-done it, but I- did-n't know wha-t to do. Bu- but I I love you Harry." Zayn sobbed harder, making Harry's heart shatter in his chest.

He loved him, with no lies this time, he loved him.

"Calm down, baby. I forgive you." Harry mumbled in defeat.

"R-really?" Zayn looked at Harry with buffy eyes, and pouted lips, his erection was once again pressing against his stomach, Harry nodded before he pressed a kiss to his forehead.

"Yeah, you still have a long path to gain my trust though, but I'll give you one chance."

"Thank you!" Zayn cried as his arms went around Harry's waist, and a glimmer of happiness ran through him. He smiled widely against Harry's chest.

A few minutes passed with them just cuddled in each other arms.

"Can you kiss me now?" Zayn cut the silence, kinda begging.

Harry smiled, showing those perfect white teeth and lovely dimples that Zayn loved so much, before he pressed his lips to Zayn's. His mouth moved slowly and Zayn felt a fresh wave of tears coming the moment Harry welcomed his tongue inside his warm cavity.

"But listen to me," Harry firmly said detaching their lips, and Zayn opened his eyes attentively, "No more lies, no more Liam."

"No more, I promise." Zayn nodded, "Can I wipe my tears?" Zayn cheekily asked, and Harry remembered now, how he ordered him to keep his hands behind his back.

"You were hugging me and now you're asking?" Harry chuckled, before he wiped his hand across Zayn's cheeks and, patted them with his palm that felt cool and smooth against his heated cheeks.

"Do they hurt?" Harry asked softly, referring to Zayn's cheeks.

"No. For some reason, I wished for you to slap me more." Zayn lowered his gaze, a blush took over his pretty face.

"Weren't you going to stop me?" Harry asked again.

"No." Zayn firmly replied like he was entirely sure of his answer.

"What if I went too far, what if I scarred you for life?"

"Then, I wouldn't cover my scars, I'd let them bleed." Zayn looked Harry in the eyes now.

It's the power of honesty, letting Harry see his eyes completely exposed to him like that.

Harry figured that Zayn loved the pain, he probably liked to be humiliated as well. And Harry didn't comment but he gifted Zayn a smile.

"You kill people?" Zayn bluntly asked what's on his mind, pulling Harry away from his thoughts.

"No," Harry chuckled, what a way to kill the moment, Zayn. Kill, funny.

He liked this Zayn, honest but still as  curious as ever, and Zayn sighed in relief.

"I kill monsters."

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