Day 20: Different..

A cute chapter maybe, idk

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"ZAYN WHAT ARE YOU DAYDREAMING ABOUT!!? I HAVE BEEN TALKING TO U DON'T IGNORE ME! "  Wan shouted making Zayn chuckle slightly. She was talking too much as always but Zayn was in his own world.

"What were you thinking about? Or who?? " Wan said smirking giving him a knowing look.

He took a deep breath, gently rubbing his wrists looking down. He was sitting on his bed, it's lonely. He could only hear other patients and of course Wan.

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"I miss going out, I miss old stuff you know"

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Wan shook her head nodding , oh she really felt it. The feeling was mutual, but Zayn was definitely cunning and so awesome how did he even got caught?

"How did they catch you Zayn? "

"Oh they didn't, I surrendered" He said making Wan chuckle. "Bruh- why on earth would you do that!? "

"Felt like it" Zayn said, not making eye contact. He didn't wanted to say about the original reason but what ever.

"And eat properly, you are loosing weight" She said closing her curtains. Zayn rolled his eyes 'looks like everyone cares about me, I'll Rip all of their heads off ,  no matter who '

He knew he was being a 'softie' as they say. But he's just being nice WHY IS HE BEING NICE!? he did had those feelings and urges but he still doesn't feel pain, love, fear and sadness.

And that's what made him, HIM.

Others aren't like that, and it's always nice to be different. Always..

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Or not?

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Day 23 : take off your shirt? ♡

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*next day*

Zayn usually stay up all night, insomnia is a bitch. He had so many thoughts in his head, confusing thoughts. This happens always, when this feeling comes he goes got to kill, to make people scream. He likes the sound of begging he liked tears he liked blood.

It was a relief from so many things

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That was the answer to the question so many people have asked him. He never opens up. It's good though, he didn't want anyone to take advantage of it.

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"Gd Morning Mr. Malik, looking good today! " Harry said excitingly making Zayn give him a half smile.

Harry was in a very good mood today, he was feeling really confident ok let's get real. So they were gonna paint that stupid boring room, since Zayn is a psychopath no one wants Harry gets to do whatever with him.

He haven't spoke to John in a long time, but unfortunately he met him today. John was being cool with him which surprised Harry. Maybe he has something I mind that will definitely fuck Harry up.

"MR.STYLES? COME TO EARTH" Zayn said rolling his eyes, ah his eyelashes were just ethereal.

Harry laughed and he started searching in his black pant pocket. Zayn looked at him suspiciously. He took out what Zayn wanted to see the most —

Ah keys

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Harry came near Zayn, who was cuffed and still sitting on a chair. He kneeled down and started unlocking the Raven haired lad.

"You gonna release me Mr. Styles? Aren't you afraid? " Zayn asked smirking, Harry gave him a light chuckle.

"I'm afraid I'm not scared of you Mr. Malik. It's been weeks since we have been doing this. Um.. I mean therapy, counselling. I don't think you will try to kill me again" He said chuckling.

"You can't be so sure about anything you know" Zayn said looking away. Harry finishes unlocking him, he stood up walking back to his chair.

"I know Mr. Malik, I know"

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"So Mr. Malik, you are kinda loosing weight.... Aren't you eating properly? " Harry said eyeing Zayn from head to toe.

Zayn huffed opening his mouth to say something, but Harry Immediately cut him out—

"I know you are gonna say it's none of your business, like you always do Mr. Malik. I'll ask something else" The brunette aaid flipping through his notepad. Zayn looked away chuckling.

"Who told you I was gonna say that"

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"My inner goddess"

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"Ah well your inner goddess is wrong, I was gonna give a proper answer" The Raven haired man said still not making eye contact. Harry was surprised to be honest he didn't have words. His and Zayn's relationship was improving, this means he can help Zayn to get a better life, it was way better than Zayn ending up dying, well more like killed or hanged by the FBI.

"I'm not hungry that's all"

"Oh Lord, don't say that. You should eat properly you hear me!? "

"Yes sir" Zayn said rolling his eyes, Harry was trying his best to contain his laughter.

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"So we decided to paint today remember? " Harry asked wiggling his eyebrows. Zayn stood up stretching his arms. Harry was trying his best not to look at Zayn.

"Where are the paints? "Zayn asked coming towards Harry, the brunette kinda tensed up but Zayn just sat on the desk humming something.

" I'll get them, they are right here" The brunette said going towards a corner where they had an extra third chair. There was a bit box under the wooden chair.

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He bended down to open the box. Oh boy and Zayn couldn't help but stare at that ass. Some part in his told Zayn to grab Harry, bend him on the desk and fuck that little tight ass until it is red and dripping with cum.

But some part in him said no.

Harry took three paint boxes with two big brushes and went towards Zayn, placing them on the desk. He also had a bucket filled with water, he placed it under the desk.

"Take your shirt off" Zayn said making Harry blush. "Excuse me what!? "

"It's gonna get messy, take your shirt off" He said making Harry nod. Zayn didn't wait for another moment he started unbutton his own shirt, which was ash in color and a number 25 was written on it. Well duh it was for prisoners.

Harry didn't move a bit.

He was staring at Zayn's chest, his tattoos, abs and—

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"Take a picture it will last long" Zayn said winking, Harry looked away his cheeks becoming crimson.

He got rid of his black shirt as well. Now it was Zayn's turn to stare at the beauty in front of him. Harry felt zayn's eyes on him.

To be honest, the atmosphere in the room was getting thick.

"You have some nice tattoos, and is that a pair of eyes? " Harry asked breaking the silence.

"Yours are silly and dope as well. Ah and that women was a stupid chick once I fucked. I was drunk and I got a tattoo of her eyes, I really wanna get rid of it but I had other important business to do"

"Where is she now? "

"Up"

"Up?"

"Yeah Up like in heaven or hell" Harry nodded understanding what he meant, he wish he didnt asked that. He gulped starting to feel uncomfortable.

Someone times he just forgets Zayn is a serial killer.

"Hey I won't kill you yet don't worry, now I'mma enjoy making some masterpieces" He winked again at Harry.

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Harry just could only watch, Zayn was so good at drawing. He actually couldn't even draw a stickman properly. Harry chuckled at that thought.

"What are you laughing at"

" You are really good at this, I was laughing at the fact that I can't even draw a stickman properly "

Zayn walked towards Harry who was sitting on floor, he took a seat near him panting a bit. It's been almost eight minutes Zayn has been drawing some human figures.

He looked at Harry, who was staring at him. Zayn observed every single part of Harry's face. In details, it was so tempting.

"How does drawing make you feel? " Harry asked staring at the redish- black walls.

"It's a relief"

"I really wanna ask you, relief from what? But I know you don't talk about that... So what else you know, you do to get relief"

"Mostly drawing, and when it isn't enough I kill. It's a big relief, sometimes I fuck. Like so hard, maybe the bed will break but it's temporary. The thing will come back to me" He said looking at his lap.

He looked vulnerable.

"You know, you can do drawing and um fucking more than killing. You are one of the famous killers around town and the FBI wants to hanged to death. You should stop the urge to hurt people you know"

"You don't want me death? "

"No.. " Harry said looking into Zayn's eyes. It had so many things hidden inside, if it was a book. Harry would have opened it and understood  what and why all this shit was happening to Zayn. He definitely wasn't that bad like people say.

"Why  you don't want me t dead? " Zayn asked without breaking eye contact.

"I really don't know to be honest" Harry said looking away. Zayn took a deep breath, he just couldn't believe he was controlling his urges for Harry.

He was clearly controlling himself for Harry.

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Zayn leaned towards the red paint bucket and dipped his hands in it. Harry wasn't paying attention to anything, Zayn slowly placed his hands on Harry's neck making Harry freeze.

"Mr..Mr.Malik ... Z.. Stop"

The Raven haired man slowly traced his hands down. Paints his chest to his belly button. Zayn's face was so close to Harry's. And Harry forgot to breathe.

The brunette didn't think twice he raise his hands to punch him. But Zayn caught his hands, his grip was strong, he placed his face on Harry's neck, the brunette could feel his hot breath on his neck.

"I wasn't gonna hurt you "

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Harry chuckled uncomfortably. He wanted to distract Zayn, cause he clearly understood the emotion in zayn's eyes.

Lust

He dipping his hands in the green bucket that was near him and he shove it on zayn's face making the Raven haired lad pull away chuckling.

God it worked...

It was a paint fight after that, well it wasn't that messy just average.

Harry stood up, he had a wet towel. He cleaned himself with it, still chuckling. Trying to catch his breath..

Zayn also stood up, he was looking like a mess, a beautiful one. Harry threw the wet towel towards him.

"You are adorable" The Raven haired man said, making a blush creep through Harry's face.

"Thank you, well, back with the flirting I see" The brunette chuckled adorably,

"Can't resist"

"Do I make a good doctor? " Harry asked playfully, cause Zayn was in a good mood.

"Well I didn't pay attention to it so much, I'll grade you next time kitten" He said smugly, Harry rolled his eyes.

"I'm glad you are feeling pretty good"

“yeah thanks to you, but I'm bipolar remember?" Zayn winked.

"Haha I do Mr. Malik"

"Mr. Styles? "

"Mr.Malik? "

"Mr. Styles? "

"Yes, Mr. Malik"

"Mr. Styles? "

"Yeah? "

"Mr.Styles"

"What is it Zayn? "

' Zayn' it felt really  good coming from his lips. It felt good to hear as well, Harry blushed noticing he called Zayn, 'zayn' this time .

Zayn's ugly heart did something when he heard his name coming from Harry's mouth.

"I'll miss you"

"Oh really? I'll come tomorrow, don't miss me too much" He said chuckling.

" I'm sure you will disappear"

"I won't"

"I like having you around, that's why nothing else"

"Guess I'm special" Harry Joked.

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"Oh yes you are Harry"

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Harreh

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LONG ASS CHAPTER MEH BORING AS FUCK MY HANDS HURTS LMAO

1988 words GOD!

THOUGHTS ON THE CHAPTER

DID I RUSH TOO MUCH?

I was actually gonna delete wattpad cause I kinda lost this chapter and I threw my phone screaming cause I kinda wasted my time on this a lot. :)

Well hope it was good xx

And a new story called "just for you" Which is a investigation story is coming check it out if u can xx