"Good"

Mr Tomlinson smiled, with a smirk etched on his face then Zayn's brows furrowed, his lips pressing in a thin line and his eyes cast down.

"So when are you finally planning on doing it? Time is running out" Mr Tomlinson asked and Zayn looked up at him an irritated look.

"I told you, soon"

"It's been more than a year, Zayn" Mr Tomlinson responded.

"I know but I need more time" Zayn replied.

"You mean more time to spend with him?" He asked and Zayn sighed loudly.

He glanced back at the door leading to the tennis court and whispered "You should leave, I don't want Harry to see you"

Mr Tomlinson raised his eyebrow and Zayn continued "I don't want him to start asking questions, we will talk about this issue on Monday"

"I don't think it's necessary, he is already on his way here" Mr Tomlinson mutters.

Zayn's body tensed and shut his eyes when he sense Harry's presence behind him. He opened his eyes and spun around facing the curly haired boy "Didn't I tell you to wait for me?" He yelled.

Harry flinched at Zayn's tone, staring at him with a confused expression. His eyes flicker pass Zayn to the man standing behind him then back to Zayn.

He frowned, blinking his eyes rapidly "I'm sorry, I thought...

"Go to the bedroom and wait for me" Zayn interrupted him. But Harry didn't move, he stood there looking at Zayn dumbfoundedly.

"You must be Harry" Mr Tomlinson said and Harry averted his eyes to man behind Zayn. He nodded his head and curved his lips slightly.

Mr Tomlinson gaze at Harry with an amuse smile and walked pass Zayn towards him. He stopped right in front of Harry and smirked.

"Nice to finally meet the boy who has captured Zayn's heart"

A cold shiver ran through Harry's body. He gulped nervously, staring at the man who seems friendly, but for some odd reason, he got the most uncomfortable vibe radiating off of him.

"I'm Louis Tomlinson, a family friend to the Malik's" He offered his hand for Harry to shake.

In a flash Zayn was in between Harry and Mr Tomlinson. His back facing Harry and face looking at the man with a glowering look.

"Harry go to the bedroom now!" He barks. Harry nodded confusedly and quickly rushed out of room.

After they heard the bedroom door being shut harshly, Mr Tomlinson snickers, staring at Zayn.

"You have totally fallen for him again haven't you?" He asked and Zayn glared at him.

"Just admit it Zayn, you have fallen into the same pit that killed you a year ago"

"Leave" Zayn hissed.

Louis nodded "Alright, I will leave, but remember if you don't fufil your part of the deal, I will have to kill him"

"I swear if you touch him, I'll rip your heart from your chest" Zayn bears his fangs out, growling lightly.

"Your possessivness and protectiveness for this human is quite alarming. A really bad combination of feelings for someone you claim you don't love"

Zayn slowly draw his fangs back in and ran his hand through his hair, sighing frustratedly. "How many times do I have to tell you, I don't love him" He whispered yelled.

"Are you trying to convince me or yourself?" Mr Tomlinson asked, looking straight into Zayn's eyes.

"I'm not trying to convince you it's the truth"

Mr Tomlinson patted Zayn's shoulder and hums, before walking to the front door. He glanced back and his gaze met Zayn's.

"I'm stronger than you, don't forget that" He smirked bearing his fangs and walked out of the door.

The bedroom door opens and Harry steps in, closing the door harshly. With a frustrated groan, he flopped onto the bed and jerked the covers over his head, squeezing his eyes shut, listening to the silence of the room.

After a few minutes he heard the door being opened and tensed. He breath deeply when he felt the bed dip and a loud sigh emitting from Zayn's mouth.

"Babe" He heard Zayn calling, but he ignored him.

"Haz, I'm sorry for yelling at you"

Harry opened his eyes but he still didn't response. He felt Zayn lifting the covers and slipping beside him, then felt Zayn's breath on the back of his neck and stiffened as one arm slipped around his waist.

He tired moving away but Zayn tightens his hold around his waist, pulling him against his chest. Harry took a deep breath when Zayn pressed his mouth against his skin.

"mujhe maaf kar dain" (Forgive me) Zayn murmured in his native language against Harry's neck.

The words melted Harry's heart and he blushed lightly even though he didn't understand what Zayn said.

"mai is chahat se lad nhi skta, jo tum mujhe mehsoos karate ho" (I can't seem to fight this warmth you make me feel)

Zayn brushed his lips against Harry's neck, while his ran his fingers tips along Harry's leg, caressing his inner thigh.

Harry felt the familiar weakness between my legs again and swiftly got up from Zayn's arms. He sat on the bed putting a distance between them.

"I'm not going to fall for sexy language, speak English" He grumbled, folding his arms on his chest, pouting his lips.

Zayn chuckled softly, staring at him.
"You look like an angry kitten when you are mad" He said in a teasing tone.

"Hmph" Harry narrowed his eyes at Zayn.

"That is it, my beautiful green eye angry kitten" Zayn's mouth curved into a smirk then Harry grabbed a pillow and starts hitting him with it.

"Hey" Zayn chuckled trying to block Harry's attacks and managed to take the pillow from him.

He continued laughing and Harry reached for the other pillow, swinging wildly at him but he ducked and pushed Harry on the bed, causing him to squeal.

Swiftly, Zayn took the pillow from Harry's hand and held his arms above his head while straddling him.

"Now, let's continue where we left off" He whispered.

"Let me go" Harry groaned, squirming weakly underneath him, then Zayn slide his hand into Harry's shorts and grab his member.

Harry's breath hitched in his throat and trembles as Zayn strokes him. He closed his eyes and let out shaky groan.

Zayn smirked at how easy it was to invoked a reaction from Harry anytime he touches him then leaned down and kissed him.

He squeezed Harry's member gently making the younger boy gasp, giving him the access to put his tongue in Harry's mouth.

Harry moan into his kiss as Zayn continues exploring his mouth, their tongues slipping past into each others mouths.

A few slutty moans escaped Harry's mouth as Zayn nibbles on his earlobes and the sweet spot on his neck.

After a while, the room echoed Harry's whines and Zayn's grunts, with their naked bodies pressing against each other. Their clothing tossed across the room carelessly.

Zayn set Harry up in a doggy position, holding his waist tightly, giving his boyfriend deeper and harder thrusts.

While Harry moan in joy like a slut and panted, gribbing the bed sheets tightly with his hands as Zayn spanks his ass.

After two rounds of a hot steamy sex on the bed it didn't end there, they continued exploring each others bodies with warm running down their skin in the bathroom. The steam in the shower envelopes them in it's warmth while they groaned, lost in the pleasure.

Zayn had pressed Harry's body against the wall while thrusting his member into Harry's tight heat.

He tilted Harry's head back, giving him more access to the neck then slowly slide hot kisses down his neck, before he opened his mouth and bit deeply into Harry's neck.

Harry cried out in sheer ecstasy as Zayn draw his blood.

He squeezed his eyes tightly lost in euphoria and he shot his load on the wall, his legs feeling weak. Zayn held him firmly against his body while he continues drinking his blood.

Harry felt his body becoming weaker and weaker as Zayn continues sucking his blood while thrusting into him gently.

"You taste so good, so good baby" Zayn murmurs against his neck and thrusts into him harder again, holding Harry's hips steady.

Harry gasped and whimpers loudly as
Zayn's hands tightened on his hips, thrusting into him hard and fast.

His screams and moaning got louder by the minute, confirming he was loving this exceptional hard fucking.

Zayn panted against his ear and groaned loudly as he exploded inside Harry's heat.

Heavy panting echoed around them as they came from their high. Zayn slowly pulls out and his cum drips down Harry's legs, mixing with the warm water rushing down into the drains.

"Babe" Zayn whispered after a few moment and Harry hums weakly, with his eyes closed.

"Can you stand?" He asked. Harry shook his head weakly and Zayn chuckled softly.

He washed Harry's body still holding him then picked a towel and dry Harry first before he wiped himself using the same towel. He carried Harry out of the bathroom in bridle style and laid down on the bed.

Then climb on the bed and snuggled Harry from behind. "I love you" Harry murmured weakly, before closing his eyes, falling into deep sleep.

Zayn kissed his hair, but didn't respond. His bows frowned as Mr Tomlinson's words kept resounding in his ears.

Just admit it Zayn, you have fallen into the same pit that killed you a year ago

Harry opened his eyes, groaning lighty as he squinted his eyes and rub them with the back of his hand. He breath deeply and looked around the room. He noticed the window drapes have been pulled slightly to reveal the night sky.

"How long have I slept?" He whispered softly to himself and averted his eyes to the empty space beside him.

"Zayn" Harry called out his boyfriend's name as he slowly sat up on the bed, winching from the pain in his bum.

After realizing Zayn must be in the living room, he signed loudly and gently got up from the bed, wrapping himself with the bedsheets.

He limped as he walked out of the bedroom, through the hallway and just as he was about to enter into the living room he halted when heard Zayn's voice, whispering in harsh tone.

He stepped into the living room and spotted Zayn pacing back and forth, with the phone against his ear, talking to someone. Suddenly Zayn blurted out "Are you crazy, Liam? I can't tell him that" He whispered yelled.

Harry's brows knitted, as Zayn runs his hand through his hair frustratedly, listening to what Liam was saying on the phone.

"He will find us, I carry his scent"

After a few moment, Zayn hissed into the phone and hung up then threw the phone across the room smashing it against the wall, growling in rage.

Harry's heart skips a beat at the inhuman growl emitting from his boyfriend's throat and shivers.

He stare at Zayn who had his back facing him, rubbing his forehead. Just as he was about to make his presence known, Zayn beat him to it.

"What are you doing out of bed?" He asked in an icy tone, his back still facing Harry.

"Um I couldn't find you when I woke up" Harry mumbled.

Zayn turned around staring at him without any emotion on his face. "Are you hungry?" He asked and Harry frowned slightly at Zayn's behavior.

"Very" He smiled, hoping his boyfriend will show some emotion, but Zayn kept staring at him with a blank face.

"Is everything alright?" He asked and Zayn blinked his eyes, still looking at him.

"Tum ye kaise krte ho?" (How do you do it?)

Harry frowned slightly "Zayn I don't understand Urdu, you have to speak English"

"Mujhe apna badla tmse tabhi le Lena chahiye tha jb Tum mere qabze me the" (I should have taken my revenge the moment you fell in my arms again)

Zayn whispered as he stalk towards him, ignoring Harry's request to speak English.

"Um okay" Harry mumbles confusedly, having no idea what Zayn is saying.

Zayn halted in front of him and cupped Harry's face in his hands tilting his head slightly upwards to gaze into his green eyes.

Tmne mere rooh aor jism ko in aakho se qaid kr liya hai (You have bewitched my body and my soul with these eyes)

Zayn whispered as he took a deep breath and kissed Harry's forehead, each of his eyes, his nose and then on his mouth.

He broke from the kiss capturing Harry's gaze again.

Pr ab ye aankhe mujhe aor dhokha nhi de skti. Mai apna badla lunga aor tmhare bap ko badla chukana hoga (But I swear these eyes won't fool me no more, I will get revenge and make your father pay)

He smiled sweetly and Harry blushed, thinking his boyfriend was confessing his love for him.

He cast his eyes downwards and whispered shyly "So are you not going to tell me what those words means?"

Zayn looks at Harry and smiles then picks him up slinging him over his shoulder and starts walking towards the kitchen.

"Where are you taking me?" Harry giggles.

"To get some food into your stomach then back to bed and fuck you"

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I'm so sorry for the late update. I got carried away writing my other two books. 😑

The Urdu translation was made possible by 1dfaiza

Thank you so much for helping me. God bless you😊

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