I'm in the lounge, babe." Zayn yelled hearing Harry come through the front door. "I've got a surprise for you. I have been waiting for you to come home."

Harry slipped off his black shoes, hung his coat on the rack without saying a word. He was in a bad mood but didn't want to argue or have a confrontation with Zayn who never back down even when wrong.

Zayn had done him wrong yet again. He walked to the lounge and stood at the doorway looking at him. Zayn had a wide smile on his face in a better mood than him obliviously.

"What's the surprise?" Harry asked tiredly.

Zayn jogged over to him hooked their arms together and dragged Harry to the dinner table where dinner was waiting for him. He'd working all afternoon since leaving work to make Harry's favourite meal.

"Tada! I made your favourite pink salmon dish." Zayn exclaimed excited, gave him a kiss on the lips. "What was that you said? A thank you? You're welcome."

"Thanks but I'm not hungry." Harry removed Zayn's hand from around his arm.

Zayn scoffed lightly. "The hell you're not. This is smoked salmon, Harry. You love that shit."

Harry looked at the meal, he'd give Zayn a ten for presentation alone. There were even candles burning for a romantic mood. Any other day he would have swooped his boyfriend in his arms and kissed the life out of him for the meal but not today. His mood was foul.

"You cooked, Zayn? Why?" Harry asked uninterested.

"Harry, you always go on about how I'm not romantic enough. Domestic enough. Don't cook enough. Don't clean at all. And this is me saying I'm listening to you. This is me saying I heard you and I'm trying. Okay?"

Zayn smiled at him. "You want wine? Don't you? I'll be back." He turned around headed for the kitchen.

"What made you cook for me, Zayn?" Harry stopped him in his tracks with the question.

Zayn groaned running his hands down his face walking back to him. "Tell me what I've done wrong now."

"What you've done wrong now?" Harry scoffed. "Are you really asking me that question, babe?"

"You're being bitchy. What's the cause this time? Did I offend your friend by not waving at him when I saw him at lunchtime. What? The **** have I done now, Harry? It's not like I spent the afternoon trying to find the perfect smoked salmon to make your favourite dish and called your mother for the recipe. I am trying here to be what you want me to be. So please tell me the **** I've done wrong so I can fix it and we can sit down and enjoy the ******* meal." Zayn exhaled loudly.

"Are you done? Can I talk?" Harry said hands on his hips.

"Do talk but please excuse me while I reap the rewards of what I've sowed." Zayn went and sat on the dinner table and with a fork and knife started eating. "You're welcome to join me if you want. If you don't, I won't feel guilty." He said shoving a mouthful of food in his mouth.

"You're ******* unbelievable," Harry huffed.

Zayn swallowed before talking. "Back at you, Harry. I finally cooked and this is the thanks I get? Man of your words you're turning to be, babe."

"I know the reason you cooked for me. You're making up for the fact you cheated, Zayn. Again! Excuse me if I don't feel like eating your guilt cleansing meal." Harry shouted.

"What?! When?!" Zayn placed the cutlery down and walked over to him. "Who did I cheat with?"

"Ha." Harry laughed sarcastically. "**** me how many ****-buddies you've got out there? Who did you cheat with, you ask? Do want to rephrase that to which one you got caught having a tonsil freaking match with?"

Zayn folded his arms across his chest. "Are you done?

Can I talk?"

"I don't know. Can you talk yourself out of this one? You were seen kissing someone in the middle of the street. It's like you don't give a **** to hide it anymore. If you don't love me just broke up with me already."

"Can I talk?" Zayn said again.

"What are you going to say, huh? You're going to deny it like you did that time I caught you red handed in bed with your ex boyfriend Shawn after you confessed to cheating with whats his name_Luke."

"This again." Zayn looked at him feeling exasperated. "Shawn is my friend. We were in bed together it was innocent, Harry. And you brought Luke up, yet again. So let's run through the timelines again. When I slept with Luke you had no ground to call me a cheater as at the time we were not exclusive. When we first got together we only saw each other during weekends, that carried on for three months. In that time you'd fucked me anywhere but your house. You didn't introduce me to your friends and you didn't want to meet mine. The message was clear I was your ****-buddy you weren't looking for a relationship." Zayn sighed. "You always bring this up in every fight and that's not fair, Harry, you said that's in the past and we've gone past that-"

"I haven't gone past it, Zayn!" Harry yelled. "Not with Shawn. Luke was just a blip. I got that. Shawn not so much. He means more to you and you know it. You were with him for three years and after your split still hooked up more than once. You told me that. You two are still friends and go out for a meal twice a week then you'd come home late. I've told you that it bothers me you always go out with him more than you do me and have asked nicely that you avoid doing that. You don't care about my feelings and carries on regardless."

"I work with Shawn and he's my best friend, H. I've known him since we were 10. How am I supposed to avoid him?" Zayn threw his hands in the air. "And by the way its not just him and me that go out for drinks not a meal, it is like half a dozen of us in the office."

"Why can't you be like the other half a dozen that goes straight home after work to their partners instead of hanging out for drinks, huh, Zayn? I sound controlling and irrational even I'm aware, but since I caught you in bed with Shawn wouldn't you say my behaviour is justified? Like wasn't that enough reason for you to try and stay away from him if you wanted to give us a real shot knowing how I feel about him?"

"As I've explained to you on that day, and numerous times after that. Nothing happened. I didn't have sex with him. I had called Shawn crying after seeing you and Niall in a nightclub the same night you bailed out last minute on our date night, Harry. He came over to my flat to console me and climbed in bed with me. I've shared the same bed with him since we were young_"

Zayn sighed seeing Harry shake his head. It was futile arguing his innocence with his boyfriend when Harry had gone into that jealous bubble. "Why you never talked about how you blanked me that night, huh?"

"I never blanked you, Zayn. I was feeling guilty and didn't know how to react. I certainly didn't expect you to throw a drink at Niall's face then ran out. But Niall understood you were angry and came with me to your flat to explain I took him out to cheer him up because his grandma had died. But guess what? When we got there Louis your roommate happily showed us to your room where you and Shawn were cuddled half *****. You know what. **** you, Zayn." Harry turned on his heels making his way to their bedroom ignoring Zayn's cries for him to stop.

"Harry, please let's talk." Zayn begged jogging behind him.

"I've had enough of being treated like a fool infront of my friends." Harry mumbled to himself walking into the closet to grab his hold-all. He threw it on the bed, went on to grab few clothes, and shoved them inside the hold-all without care but with lots of angst.

He loved Zayn and would rather go than say things he would regret later. He always gives his all when it came to relationships but every time he ends up hurt.

"What you're doing?" Zayn with urgency in his voice. He can see what his boyfriend of nine months was doing and his heart was beating fast. He pushed the tears back in his eyes thinking about how boyfriends always leave him when things starts to get serious.

He thought Harry was different. He thought Harry loved him. Guess he was wrong yet again. He's only good as arm candy, a former boyfriend once said. For a long time after that, he had been bitter and would go out of his way to purposefully use and abused men's love for him until he tired himself out. Emotionally.

Looking back now. He realised it had been around that time when the itch to settle down came about. He had been emotionally exhausted from faking being happy.

"What does it look like I'm doing? I need a break from all your shit." Harry said calmly but with venom in his voice.

Tears fell down Zayn's cheeks, without his control. Silently he walked out of the bedroom to the lounge. He blew out the candle then went to the kitchen in search of black bin bags. His mind was foggy from hurt, his heart aching and beating dangerously fast.

He felt unsteady because Harry was letting him go, severing the bond between them. He felt unsteady at the prospect he's fucked up yet another relationship.

Only this time he had no idea what he done wrong. He was genuinely happy with Harry.

He didn't kiss anyone in any streets. All morning he was in the office busy with work, once he clocked off from work went around the shops to buy ingredients for Harry's dinner. He hasn't seen much of Shawn who had been out with their boss securing a big account.

But he knows Harry doesn't care for explanations. To Harry everything is black and white. No gray areas.

Somehow he made it up to their bedroom without throwing up. It hurt more this time because he loves Harry so much. He was with Shawn for three years but was never in love with him. They were just messing around learning about rim jobs if he was being honest.

He blocked Harry. Refused to look in his eyes as he threw the few of his clothes that were in the closet into the black bags. This was Harry's house. It didn't make sense for his soon to be ex to leave. He should be doing the leaving. He put his black leather jacket on, located his phone and wallet, made it to the front door where his black boots stood besides Harry's Chelsea boots.

Without putting them on he grabbed his boots, walked out barefoot into the cold night holding two black bags to his left and boots to his right.

Well, he's never been too good at goodbyes.