Papa, I'm really sorry...
I didn’t mean for you to get so upset about all of this. I wasn’t expecting it to get this out of hand, to be honest.
I bought something for you, though. I thought you might enjoy it…
[he holds up a box for his father, neatly wrapped, and inside it contained…]
It reminded me of you.
Zayn didn’t say anything. He just stood there, with his stormy hazel eyes, and his fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles had turned white.
Harry wiped at his eyes with the back of his hand, and shrugged. “I’m just done.”
“Are you?” Zayn narrowed his eyes at him.
“Yeah, I’m—” but before Harry could finish his sentence, Zayn had him pinned against the wall again, their lips colliding painfully so that Harry couldn’t utter another word. Zayn kissed him hard and hungrily, grunting faintly against his lips, and for the first few seconds, Harry couldn’t register what the fuck was happening. Zayn was kissing him. Harry slipped his hands beneath Zayn’s shirt, and dug his fingertips into his skin, before scratching down his bare sides. He felt Zayn hiss against his lips, causing Harry to smirk a little. But Zayn got revenge by curling his fingers through Harry’s hair, grabbing a fistful of it, before yanking his head to the side to expose his neck. His lips wrapped around the sensitive skin of Harry’s neck, and he nipped and sucked on it, biting hard as if to claim his territory, and he didn’t stop until a bruise blossomed on his skin. He slammed their lips back together, and Harry tasted blood. Whether it was his or Zayn’s, he didn’t know. Maybe it was both.
“Still done with me?” Zayn murmured against his lips.
Harry weakened again, and didn’t want to stop kissing him to give an answer, but he knew he had to. “No,” he whispered into the kiss.
Zayn then abruptly stopped and pulled back, despite Harry’s whimpers. Their mouths were puffy and bruised, and there was some blood on Zayn’s lower lip. Zayn swiped his tongue over it, licking it clean, then he made his way over to the door. He looked back at Harry over his shoulder.
“Break up with your fucking girlfriend.” And with that, he left, and shut the door behind him.
FUCK EVERYTHING I HATE EVERYONE UBIRFEBUD I CAN’T EVEN USE WODS OIOREGFBI FUCK WORDS GOD DAMMIT I AM CRYING UBRUB
NAIM TWITCAM NIAM TWITCAM AND I FUCKING MISSED IT HELP ME OH GOD I AM CRYING REALLY I HAVE ACTUAL TEARS IN MY EYES AND I CAN’T BREATHE
YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND MY LOVE FOR MY OTP
EDIT: APPARENTLY IT IS STILL GOING SWEET JESUS YES MUST FIND ANOTHER COMPUTERRRR
IMAGINE THIS :D - The Walking Dead is real, and you're part of the group. You're taking a shower and someone's attempting to get into the same room, not aware that there's someone in there as the noise of the heavy water blocks out any noise for either of you. The man walks in, yet doesn't question to turn around as he sees you and heads into the same cubicle. He slides a rough hand down your waist and you turn to catch a glimpse of him, noticing that it is in fact, Shane. Hot shower sex follows
literally all i’ve ever wanted is hot shower sex with shane omfg who are you why have YOU DONE THIS TO ME