Until you came (Zarry) /English Version

41. The Past and the Future

"Why don't you leave it at that? You are important to me....not her....I don't even know her name," he says now visibly annoyed.

"So? What did she say to you?"

Zayn starts stroking my back gently to calm me down. Every single touch is like fireworks. How I missed him, believed him already lost, my Pakistani God.

"She said something like ... What's a good-looking man like you doing without a date?" he presses through his teeth.

"Really?"

My voice trembles and my body freezes. What is this girl doing alone in a pub? Zayn is mine.

"Something like that she said to me. ", he confirms.

The good mood between us is beginning to crumble. Zayn doesn't want to remember and talk about it and I want to hear everything and I'm going to die of jealousy at the same time.

"And what did you say to her?" I whisper.

"Haz, do we have to discuss this now? "I can imagine hundred things I would like to do with you.", he moans and gently strokes my body.

"Did you kiss?"

"Yes, we did." he replies briefly.

"Oh." Now my jealousy rises immeasurably. I can no longer enjoy his touches.

You wanted to hear it. Rub salt into your wounds, my inner voice says.

"Did you... uhm...?"

"What did we... Hazza? What have we..., Harry?" he teases me.

My cheeks are turning bright red with shame. I mean, I'm a grown man and I chicken out on a simple question about whether they slept together or not. Zayn leaps at the chance to embarrass me even more.

"Well, you know what I mean, Zee."

"What do I know? You're going to have to be a tad more specific. After all, I am not a psychic! So what exactly do you want to know?" he grins impudently and looks gorgeous. His eyes light up,I can see him smiling and I realize exactly how much he enjoys my embarrassment.

"Did you both... Oh, Zayn, don't make it so hard for me. You know exactly what I'm talking about," I burst out.

He straightens up a bit and his fingers bury themselves in my curls and gently caress my head. I close my eyes and relax under his touches.

"Curly, I think you should stop worrying about it and relax. I'm glad you're lying next to me and nobody else. Everything else has no meaning to me whatsoever. Does that answer part of your question if I had sex with her?" Zayn looks deep into my eyes and knows that he was right about his assumption. "That's what you wanted to know, wasn't it?"

I nod ashamedly. Of course, it is exactly what I want to know. But it is really keeping me busy whether they have gone too far.

"Well, I can reassure you. As I recall, we kissed and well... and she gave me a blow job," he whispers.

He's uncomfortable telling me about it. Immediately I am wide awake.

"A blow job then?" I quote him.

The dark-haired man nods embarrassed.

"Harry, I haven't been able to think straight. It meant nothing to me, you know?" he defended himself.