A big part of Zayn's Life

Chapter 25

Harry’s

      I had come up stars to make sure Amy was okay only to pause when I heard Niall gasp. “Holy shit Amy!” what the fuck is up with that? No there must be some other reason maybe she scared him or something.

       “Well it’s going to hurt to move in the morning,” Amy’s voice came through the door next. Okay wait what the fuck is going on in there? Should I open the door and see what’s happening? Probably but I couldn’t bring myself to do it scared of what I could see. I could hear them say a few more things but quieter this. Kay screw this she’s my girlfriend she wouldn’t do that to me. I knock before I open the door. I was shocked at what I saw but she wasn’t cheating with Niall. Niall had her shirt held up and was looking at her at her apparently badly bruised back.

        “Oh my god Amy I didn’t think it was that bad,” I said as I stepped closer. Niall jumped back letting her shirt fall which would have made me second guess but she just turned to look at me with out guilt.

        “Yea either did I but apparently I did more then just brake my arm,” she said blushing a bit. I came over to her gently hooking my finger at the bottom of her shirt looking at her in the mirror. She gave me a small nod, and I slid her shirt up so I could see her back better. I noticed Niall slip out of the bathroom with red cheeks that weren’t from embarrassment rather then from jealousy. That’s why he jumped away, he did like her.

        “You think you broke any ribs?” I really hope she didn’t. I’ve watched shows where they can barely move because of broken ribs. She turned to face me as her shirt slid back down.

          “I don’t think so I’m sore but not that bad. Here help me take my shirt off if its bruised all around we should worry,” I blushed a little at her request, but couldn’t help love how comfortable she was. “I would do it myself but I can’t move my arm enough that’s why Niall was in here,” she explained making me feel a lot better. I closed the door before going back to help her. She looked at me a little confused.

          “Well you may not be shy but I don’t want the other guys seeing my girlfriend shirtless,” I smiled when she blushed and giggled but it fell when she cringed. “No laughing for you missy,” I said as I slid my hand under her shirt once more this time with her facing me. I couldn’t help but smile at the fact that I was technically taking her cloths off.

         “You could try and hide your joy in removing my shirt,” she said smirking at me. I couldn’t help but blush at being caught enjoying it, but I also felt bad. “We can’t have both of us liking it now can we?” she again smirked. Some how I feel she added the other part because she saw I felt bad.

         “I’m sorry,” I whispered still feeling bad, but lifting her shirt off being mindful of her broken arm. Her bruising was mostly on her back though she had a bit coming around the side on the same side as her broken arm. “Just a little bit rapping around,” I said as I gently brushed my fingers over it.

            “Oh joy by the looks of it I might have a broken rib or at least it’s bruised,” she said with a sigh as she leaned back on the counter her arm tucked tight to her. I wish I could make it so she wasn’t in pain, but for someone with a broken arm and possibly rib she didn’t complain or want a fuss made.

       “Even with the bruises you still look beautiful,” I said gently taking her hips in my hands being careful with her bruises. I know her and I had agreed to take it slow, but she made that very hard to do.

          “Awe your sweet… Now what do you want?” I put my hand to my chest playing hurt. I did want to kiss her, but that’s not why I said it.

            “I said the truth and only the truth,” I smiled at her carefully pulling her closer to me. Now she did become shy as she looked down red cheeked. She angled only her eyes up to doeie and me making them look innocent.

         “Well then aren’t you just the sweetest,” she said before leaning forward and kissing me. I smirked into the kiss not able to ignore her shirtlessness.

Amy’s POV

            Harry had his hands gently on my hips. I could tell he was scared to hurt me with all my bruises, but when our lips met I could feel him smirk. Harry’s hands traveled up the front of my torso slowly. “I figured I would have to come chaperon you two,” Zayn’s voice said from the door. Harry and I both jumped back from each other would have gone red, but I bumped into the counter sending pain up my spin. Harry and Zayn both stepped for ward to make sure I’m okay.

            “I’m fine its okay,” I hated the fuse they both instantly made. They both backed off a bit I could tell Zayn still wanted to make a fuse like he always has, but he knew I hated it so he backed off. Well about the pain he knew I felt.

            “May I ask how it is you became shirtless?” he asked pointing at me as emphases. Harry being the protective boyfriend I was growing to love lifted my shirt to cover me.

          “Oh well um it’s actually not what it looks like,” I said turning a little red at what he was insinuating. “I wanted to see how bad the bruising was you see and I can’t move my arm much so I needed help getting my shirt off to see how bad it was,” Zayn looked at me as if to say ‘sure’. “What it’s true,” I said making him laugh.

            “Fine I believe you, but put a shirt on and come down stairs where I can keep an eye on you to,” he half teased. Though I could tell he was serious at the same time. Well I would just like to mentally think ‘awkward’.