Guys!! Can you actually believe I wrote this down so far on my cellphone because my laptop is broken? Now that's dedication 🥰
- A
I could look at his face all day long. He is one of most beautiful human ever.
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Harry POV
My heart was beating fast after my heated talk with Nick. There was no fucking way I was accepting those kind of words being told about Zayn. He is the strongest man I ever met. Nick had no right to judge him like he did.
The cellphone of Zayn vibrated loudly in the bedroom. I could see the name of Oliver on the screen flashing from here.
- Don't answer Zayn. This guy is bad news.
He stared at me right in the eyes and answered the phone anyway. I hated that side of him. No matter what I had no control over him. It was like a game, a challenge to him.
- Hey Oli. What's up?
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- Yeah well the guys from yesterday almost killed him Oliver.
He answered, puting a smoke up to his lips.
- I know, I will work for the both of us. You won't lose any money.
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- I know Oliver...i promise.
He light up the cigarette and droped the call. I was confused by this conversation, and I was hoping he wasn't talking about what I thought.
- Louis, he is doing the same.... job as you?
He nodded and my heart fell on the floor.
- So you will sell yourself even more to pay that guy? For what exactly Zayn? Why are you fucking staying there?!
I took the cigarette out of his mouth and threw it the glass of water that was on the desk beside me angrily.
- You don't smoke in my house.
For a moment I thought he would just light up another one right away, but he didn't. He just looked at Louis' inhert body.
- 'Cause I have nowhere else to go.
He finally mumbled. I couldn't find the courage to ask him to stay. We we're even friends. He wouldn't stay anyway... but then i looked at his perfect bambi eyes, who were bouncing left and right with worries.
- You're always welcome here if you need help.
- Well it's a good thing I don't need help from a cop.
- This is not what you were saying when you called me earlier. Is it that fucking hard to say thank you, Zayn?
He knew I was right, and I knew those words wouldn't come out of his mouth anytime soon.
- Zee... Where are we?
Louis asked, now awake and in pain.
- We are at one of my friend's house Lou. He... He helped me after you passed out. How you're feeling mate?
- Like shit. My chest hurt.
- Yeah well you have broken ribs... but the ..."doc"
He quoted with his hands, rolling his eyes.
- Said you'll be alright.
- Fuck you bring me to the hospital? What about Oliver?! I need to go to work.
