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15: last kiss
His fingers curl up in the side of Louis' shirt as he helps steady him, much like a little child, trying not to get lost; he already feels lost. Hazel eyes flicker careful over the damage Niall's firsts had caused but he doesn't ask if he's alright. Frankly, right now he doesn't want to care if Louis' is alright. He does. He still doesn't ask.Zayn wants to understand why but when his eyes flicker up to find the blue ones he thought he knew--it's not Louis he sees. No, he sees Harry.
Harry. Harry. Harry. Harry. Harry. Harry. Why H a r r y.If you wanted to cheat there was a world full of fit boys to chose from but you picked Harry, Lou. My Harry. Hazza. Haz. The only person in the world I love as much as I love you. He's my platonic soul mate, you bastard. Was. Was my platonic soul mate. Is it that you wanted to hurt me? Well, congratulations.
"Zayn... I--"He just shook his head slightly. Don't you dare beg me. His fingers uncurl slowly, eyes opening; he didn't realize he'd closed them to begin with. He just feels s i c k. Dirty, even. Zayn wants to rip his clothes off and scrub his skin until he can't remember how Louis' feels pressed against it.Zayn wants to wash the memory of Louis' fingerprints away, burn the trace of his mouth, his breath. But he doesn't think that would be enough. No, Zayn really wants to tear his skin open and bleed out every ounce of blood that's ever painted his cheeks pink because of Louis' laugh, smile, kiss.His breath hitches quietly and he ducks down pressing a hard, pointed kiss to Lou's mouth, one hand holding the back of his neck, the other cupped around his cheek.When he pulls away again tears cling to his eye lashes and drops his hands, keeping his gaze just long enough to whisper lowly, "I will never forgive you for this. We're done." He had every intention of never laying another finger on Louis' body.