Hybrid Zianourry part two

Part one

Harry and Zayn ran and didn’t look back until they were in front of their apartment complex. Harry, who was still holding the blonde boy, was panting hard, his face red.

“Fuck.” Zayn gasped, bending over. “Why did we do that?”

Harry was too out of breath to answer. Zayn glanced over at the kitten boy in Harry’s arms.

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