:— MY LEGS!

Am I gonna die-

Warning: stupid chapter lmao-

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"Shoot me"

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Harry heart was beating so fast, his hands were sweating and shaking like crazy. The brunette felt water drops falling from the sky. Was it raining?

Just great.

Zayn chuckled lightly looking above. His Raven hair was getting wet, he smirked, staring into Harry deep green eyes. His expression was unreadable to Harry.

"Shoot me"

Zayn said, more as a hot whisper. He moved his tattoed fingers towards Harry's shaky hands which were on the gun. The rain was getting heavier, and heavier.

The Raven haired man was wearing a black T-shirt with a leather jacket. Harry was in navy blue shirt. It was all wet. The brunette knew he was gonna get sick tomorrow, or dead just today.

"You are so curly" Zayn said giggling, snapping Harry from his thoughts. The Raven haired boy was acting so cute, but it wasn't a good situation.

He's a murderer

Part of Harry wanted to shoot him but-

Maybe he wanted to help Zayn, he was mentally ill.

"You are all wet" Zayn said mockingly licking his lips.  Harry didn't hear it though he was still in his thoughts.

"But you are suck a pussy, can't even shoot a man " Zayn said snapping Harry from his thoughts, the brunette raised his eyebrows. His hands stopped shaking. Zayn's facial expression changed completely. Oh Harry knew what was going on.

"So scared, I bet everyone is disappointed in you right? Isn't that rights styles? "

"You are like me in so many ways"

" So many ways"

He whispered darkly making Harry's blood boil.

The brunette pushed Zayn with his leg hardly, making Zayn fall on his back on the ground hardly. He groaned in pain. His legs were strong —

"I'M NOTHING LIKE YOU" Harry screamed standing up, his legs were in complete pain.

"OH REALLY !? " zayn screamed back standing up, he looked deadly gorgeous. Both were getting filled up with rage.

The rain was still poring peacefully, avoiding the tensions between them.

Harry stared at Zayn with an angry expression, Zayn raised his eyebrows laughing.  "You look like a angry kitten"

Now it was Harry's turn to laugh. He loaded his gun again. Then he did the unthinkable.

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Two loud gun shots were heard.

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"YOU KNOW NOTHING ABOUT ME" Harry screamed. Shooting Zayn on both of his legs  making Zayn scream loudly in pain.

The Raven haired man fell down hardly hitting his head. But he was still laughing.

Harry didn't technically kill Zayn, he just injured him, well it's bad still—

Zayn kept trying to stand up but he couldn't do it. He gave Harry a death glare, harry thought Zayn was gonna do something but instead he gave Harry a crooked smile, giggling.

Harry threw the gun somewhere, and sat on the road. His hair and cloths were so wet, making his nipples and chest visible.

He pulled his hair hard screaming.

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After a long uncomfortable silence—

"Eh I knew you were gonna shoot me" Zayn said groaning in pain, blood was flowing from his legs, it was getting mixed with rain water.

It looked like there was a pool of blood.

"Oh really!?" Harry said annoyingly.

"Yeah" Zayn smiled, laughing again. What did he find so funny though?

"But I thought you were gonna kill me, I know you aren't a pussy. You are brave Mr. Styles. Brave" He complimented making a blush creep on Harry's face. Umm NO

"Can you shut up for a minute?? "

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"Wait why? I thought you wanted to ah hear my voice "

"Mr. Malik, you took two fucking bullets can't you just shut up!? "

"I don't care and I like to talk to you" Zayn said genuinely instantly regretting it. Actually he has his eyes on the Brunette from the first time he laid his eyes on him.

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Two silly bullets won't hurt.

In the other hand Harry found Zayn interesting, he had a plan in his mind. It was going the way he planned to be honest.

The brunette stood up going into his car and taking out his phone which was kinda broken. He called Niall immediately.

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"Niall it's Harry"

"I know what is it? " Niall said curiously.

"I got Zayn malik here"

"Bruh you joking?!??? "

"I'm in the second street, get some back up and come here fast"  Harry said fast cause Zayn was loosing blood.

He didn't wanted him to die.

Niall said a small yes and contacted other officers.  Harry went back to the spot where he was sitting minutes ago.

Zayn was still staring at him like a creep.

"Does it hurt? Your leg? " The Raven haired man asked making Harry chuckle.

"Yes what about you!?" He said laughing.

"Same here kitten" Zayn said laughing with him. "Can you help me Harry? Can you help me sit near you ? It hurts here" He said with a cute pout.

Harry couldn't trust him.

What if he stabs him with a knife?

"Sure, but lemme check you first" Zayn winked making Harry roll his eyes. Harry checked Zayn, he wasn't carrying and weapon so he helped Zayn get up, and both sat near Harry's car. Zayn was groaning in pain tears streaming down his eyes.

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"I'm sorry"

"Yeah sorry my ass"

"Oh come on Malik, you kill people! Why did I even say sorry in the first place !? " The brunette said annoying making Zayn laugh.

"I don't kill them"

"Yeah you don't" Harry rolled his eyes.

"Oh mon cheri, you are the one sitting with a murdered and you don't seem scared. Can I ask why? " The Raven haired lad said wiggling his eyebrows.

"I don't know CAN YOU JUST SHUT UP FOR A MINUTE"

"Yeah I'll wait for the police" Zayn said  folding his arms huffing.

"Why did you wanted to die in the first place? " Harry asked.

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"You asked me too shut up and now you are talking" Harry didn't say anything back, both sat in silence.

Zayn groaned in pain, "Can you take off my jacket? " He asked Harry didn't ask further questions he removed Zayn jacket. His fingers brushed against zayn's wet T-shirt. He could feel his abs.

"I want you to take it"

"Take what? "

"My jacket"

"For what? "

" You are cold"

"So!? "

"I don't want the one who caught 'the Zayn malik' dead from cold" Zayn said laughing.

Harry was actually cold to death. So he did wear zayn's jacket. Zayn must have killed so many people wearing this jacket, harry thought cringing.

"It's my favorite jacket" Zayn said. Harry rolled his eyes again, he just took the jacket cause he was cold. He will get rid of it tomorrow.

Zayn opened his mouth to speak but—

"YOU BETTER SHUT THE FUCK UP OR I'LL SHOVE THIS JACKET IN YOUR MOUTH"

"Ew not jacket, maybe you can put something else in my mouth you know just to keep it occupied" Zayn said Winking making Harry blush like crazy

"Are you blushing I didn't even say anything" Zayn laughed, he was gonna say some shit again but he didn't cause Harry was giving him a death glare.

"Remember the last time we met Mr. Styles? It was great actually"

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So that's the end of the chapter, how was it guys. Sorry If it was boring I tried my best. How was it can you guys gimme opinions?

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