Day eight : I see Red.

Enjoy the story guys >3

There are two parts of the story in this chapter so maybe it's long, not too long lolz

And lmao I changed their ages into the old ones. Zayn is 23 and Harry is 24

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It's been days, since Harry came. And Zayn was getting impatient everyday. He surrendered himself just to get Harry, just for that and now it looks like the brunette is leaving him.

He really missed the curly headed lad. He doesn't know why.

He was feeling —

Lonely? Ah he doesn't know, well something like that.

If he does feel that he never accepts it. Both never accepts their feelings towards anything or anyone. Even the cold blooded murderer can feel love, sadness and happiness as well yeah?

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"What are you thinking bub? " Wan asked loudly to Zayn who groaned into the pillow.

He mentally slapped himself, this girl was annoying as fuck. He didn't say anything, just sat up groaning.

"Come on Zayn tell me? " The girl kept on asking Zayn didn't wanna answer it but some part in him told her.

" Mr. Styles haven't been visiting me" He said blankly.

"You feel sad? " Wan said raising her eyebrows.

"Huh no well something like it, I clearly know how to get rid of it but I won't do it cause of—"

"Your lover boy" Wan finished smiling. "Looks like you care about him, a psychopath is in love" She said making Zayn chuckled darkly.

"Love? I feel no love. I wish I did though" He said in a low voice, a sad expression on his face which also surprised Wan. Psychopaths don't feel, like this. The way that Zayn is controlling himself for Harry was  amazing.

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On the other side, Zayn took a deep breath closing his eyes. He imagined him in a house, two beautiful kids running around.

Harry stood there in a white apron with red flowers, he came towards Zayn and pecked his lips. It was just beautiful until—

He saw blood, and he didn't wanted to imagine what will happen next.  He screamed pulling his hair hardly.

They are right, it does make you vulnerable

Wan didn't says anything cause she knew it's not her place to say something even if she did Zayn will break the cell and definitely kill her.

Or he'll murder Bunny cause she's coming towards Zayn. "Mr.Malik can you stop making noise? Please? " Bunny said in her strong British accent.

Zayn groaned, looking at the ceiling , running his hands on bis dark Raven hair. He smirked looking any Bunny who was actually shaking slightly.

He smells fear, and it's beautiful.

"Sorry Ms. I don't know name, I feel so sick, can you bring me some pills please? " He said pleasingly Bun nodded and went to take it.

Stupid her

"Don't kill her " Wan said pulling her curtains , Zayn rolled his eyes.

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"Mr.Malik here you go" Bun said smiling, it happened so fast she couldn't even process anything but she knew Zayn pulled her towards him  her head banging loudly on the metal thing.

She screamed in pain, blood flowing through her head and Zayn was feeling so satisfied cause he saw—
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Red

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And he forgot about

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Harry.

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"YOU LEAVE HER RIGHT NOW MALIK"

"OR WHAT? "

and guards charged at him.

"LEAVE ME ALONE"

"STOP HURTING ME I'LL MAKE YOU BLEED ALL OF YOU ALLL FUCKING BITCHES HERE. MARK MA-"

And Zayn fell down unconscious.

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"We gave him shock treatment"

"He wasn't listening to us"

"YOU FUCKERS WHAT DID YOU DO TO HIM? LEMME GET OUTTA HERE ILL—"

"SHUT UP WOMEN !! LOCK THAT BITCH UP FAST! "

"Stop ok? They are all humans like us—"

"Humans who kill humans YOU HEAR ME? "

"He's been unconscious for weeks. What did ya all do to him? Why didn't ya all just lock him up!? "

"He took out two guards? What are you trying to say Mr. Styles? . I would have killed him fast"

"He's my patient, he needs help you just can't kill him it's against the rules"

"Oh he tried to escape, we could shoot him you know, he was frying to fucking escape, and we did shoot him at that moment IT'S WON'T BE AGAINST THE RULES. Why are you concerned about him anyway? He's a motherfuckin murderer"

"MIND YOU WORDS, you are not talking to your fellow mates, mister. I'm Harry Styles respect it or I could get you suspended fast"

"You threatening me Mr. Styles? You are too soft and John told me you don't have the—"

"OW, AH --- SHIT SHIT SHIT DID YOU JUST AH PUNCH ME? MY NOW BROKE OUCH. MR STYLES YOU PUNCHED ME"

"You are suspended"

Zayn was still unconscious, he just heard so many voices. Not from inside him from outside. Some where familiar somewhere were foreign.

It was all a blur, he wants to get outta here. He just wants to wake up, is he having nightmares again? No no no please no

"Calm down Mr. Malik"

"GUARDS HOLD HIM"

"Can you hear me Mr. Malik??? Mr. Malik???? Mr. Malik? "

"Listen to my voice, Mr. Malik. It's alright you are alright it isn't a bad dream"

Zayn felt someone's hands on his hands.

"Can you hear me Mr. Malik??? Mr. Malik?????"

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Day 19: I brought you something -

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Zayn woke up, he was cuffed and was in the same ash room him and Harry usually do talk. He was kinda panicking, he could see someone holding a flashlight on his face. Checking him out maybe?

"Mr. Malik? Can you hear me? "

That fucking voice, that voice he missed it so much. It was Harry near him, he was on his knees , face close to Zayn.

The Raven haired man blinked rapidly groaning again.

Is it a dream?

Did he die?

"The light is hurting my eyes" Zayn said lowly, Harry immediately switched off the flashlight in his hands and murmured a quick sorry.

"You are awake finally" Harry said standing up and going back to his seat.

"Well, how many hours did I passed out? "

"11 days.... " Harry said making zayn's eyes pop up. " You are kidding me right? Shit how did I even eat? "

"You were in an hospital, you remember anything that happened? " Harry asked slowly, looking at the desk, playing with his fingers.

"I was getting impatient, I kinda did hurt a women, a staff I don't remember anything else"

"Why did you hurt her? 

"Cause I wanted to see blood to forget someone"

"And who's it? "

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"It's none of your business" He said with a blank expression. Harry chuckled " You know I'm trying to help you right? You should tell me things... "

" I DON'T NEED HELP" zayn said and harry didn't reply. He was kinda sad, cause he was failing in his job. Zayn was hating him now.

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After an uncomfortable silence Harry spoke.

"You kinda woke up yesterday Zayn, they injected something in you and are you feeling um... Ok? Now? "

"Yes... "

Zayn was annoyed, and the whole idea of coming here was a waste of time. Harry was a waste of time. It's all crazy...

Fuck

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"I brought you something" Harry said with a light, a tiny blush on his face. But he looked so casual like a tough man. He was actually trying his best not to act like a girl.

He was searching in some bag which was under the desk, Zayn looked at him with curiousity.

"What is it? "

"Remember? I asked you to paint these walls red? I brought you red paints and um green as well" He said trying not to blush.

He had to keep his cool.

But how can he when such a sex God is sitting in front of him, cuffed. He tried his best to not have these thoughts about Zayn

No no no

It's a bad bad bad idea.

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Zayn looked at him surprisingly, he gave him a half smile. Which made Harry smile too.

"It's our room now, you can paint whatever you want tomorrow"

"Will you join me? "

"Sure... "

" tu m'as manqué "

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