Dead (A Harry Styles Fanfiction)

Part 7

You inch closer to the bed, Harry watching you intently as you do. You lay down next to him, not knowing what to say.

Harry leans in wraps his arms around you, just as Zayn had, just a day earlier. You feel his heart pounding against your back as you try to find the words to say.

Just as you begin to talk, Harry holds you tighter.

"Don't talk," Harry says, his warm chest still beating against yours, "I know what you're thinking. We don't ever have to tell anyone about this. Especially Zayn."

At this, you relax. Harry soothes you by running his fingers through your hair and humming Isn't She Lovely for you.

Though you are relaxed, with Harry's warm embrace wrapped around you, you still worry.

"Harry?"

"Yes, Ellia?".

"What if Zayn finds out about this?"

"He won't. Stop worrying."

"But, Ha-"

Your conversation is cut short. Zayn steps into the room and turns on the light. He stares wide-eyed at you and Harry.