Zayn grabbed a fist full of brown curls, pulling Harry's head back while slowly tracing the outline of his face with the black gun. "Didn't someone's little plan just backfired?" He chuckeld. " I think it just did, babe."
"Zayn, I can explain. Please just hear me out."
"Explain?" Zayn pushed the gun inside Harry's mouth. "Didn't your parents thaught you not to speak with a full mouth? Of course they didn't, they were too busy teaching you other things, like playing with someone's emotions." He tugged harder on his hair.
Harry blinkend away his tears. Who was this person? And where was the person he loved?
For a second Zayn felt guilty. He took the gun out of the mouth that he became to love. How can something so sweet be so evil. So cruel?
"I'm not afraid of the gun, shoot me if you have to. I deserve it. But please don't ever doubt my love for you."
"Oh fuck the cheesy shit, Styles."
Zayn (22) only child of the inventor of The Malik's company.
Harry (21) only gay son of the Styles.
Harry was asked to charm his way into Zayn's life. Make Zayn fall for him and he succeeded. Little did he know that his plan wasn't full-proof, no one could stop him from falling for the hazel eyed guy.
-They both live in LA, California
- I made sure to finish all chapters, so I could publish it at the same time. That way you don't have to wait and I don't get to back out from another responsibility.
-Zayn tops. Harry swallows.