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Zayn POV

It's been almost three weeks since Simon got in Harry's house and he was more and more distant with me everyday. He was drinking all day long and I was terribly worried about his mental health.

We were now in Mexico where we had to shoot his new music video for the next two weeks.

Tequila and Harry weren't two things that should be mixed up to my opinion as he almost puked his stomach out the day we got here.

It didn't stop him from being on the set the next morning at 7 a.m.

He was a force of nature.

I didn't know the concept of the video but I got the idea quickly when they started recording the scenes where Harry was surrounded by half naked people touching him as he was signing.

I hated seeing other people touching his skin like that but I swallowed my jealousy the whole day until we were finally done.

He looked exhausted but he still opened a bottle once he got in his hotel room.

- I will leave now if you don't mind.

- Or you could stay and keep me company.

- Not if you are getting drunk. I would prefer to spend time with you when you'll be sober.

- Then we won't ever spend time together Zayn because im never sober.

He said laughing. It wasn't funny.

- Why do you even need to drink this much?

- Why do you have to ask so many questions?

I step closer to him, looking straight into his beautiful green eyes. I could tell he was uncomfortable but I didn't care he needed to understand.

- Because I care Harry. I don't know what you've been through, but I know there is more than an alcoholic jerk behind that beautiful face.

He blushed instantly, but his eyes were sad. He put the back bottle on the table and turned his back to me.

- Would you .... stay with me tonight?

I froze, what was he asking? I didn't get the chance to think about it; in a second his lips were on mine and he was unbuttoning my shirt. My conscience was telling me that it was wrong but my body refused to stop. He tasted so good.

I could feel him through his pants; he was just as excited as I was. I knew he was probably doing all that only to avoid the questions...

- Wait... Harry. Wait please. I don't think this is a good idea...

- Come on Zayn, don't start now. I know you want me.

- I want you, believe me, I do, but not like this. Could we just... cuddle and watch a movie?

The truth was simple, I was terrified. I never had sex with another man before and I was very intimidated by Harry. He was an Hollywood kid, a star and probably had many people in his bed before.

I didn't want to become « only one of them ».

- I would like that...

He said simply, not knowing what to do next.

- Get under the blankets and choose a movie, I will go downstair to buy pop corn.

I said, feeling the tension. I knew he felt rejected, but...it was better for him to wait. I left the room and let out a deep breath, a thousand questions running through my head. I was so attracted by Harry, he was consuming every second of my day.

When I came back into the room with all we needed for the movie, Harry was already sleeping. I slowly sat beside him, looking at his angel face. He looked so innocent, so... fragile. I hated to think he felt the need to destroy himself by getting drunk all the time.

Harry POV

When I woke up, Zayn sleeping, with his clothes on, on top of the sheets, beside me. One of his hand was in my hair letting me know he carressed my head the day before while I was sleeping.

I was looking at the bottle of tequila that was on the table and felt guilty for wanting a sip of it. I knew I had a problem, I knew it for a long time, but until now, I never had a good reason to stop drinking. Zayn was a good reason, but it wasn't that easy, especially when Simon was around.

- Goodmorning.

Zayn said, stretching himself, pulling me out of my thoughts. He was looking like a model even in the morning.

- Did you sleep well?

- I did, but the fun is over. You have to be on set in 40 minutes.

He replied looking at his phone.

- Ugh! I hate that music video.

- Why?

- Because... it was Simon's choice to have these half naked people around me , touching me. He knows how much I hate being touched. He is doing it on purpose.

- What's the deal with Simon Harry? I can see that everything he does makes you uncomfortable. I've seen it since the first time I saw you two together.

Zayn ask unconscious of the abuse I've endured in the past, but I couldn't bring myself to say it loud. To admit what Simon did when I was just a kid.

- Some things are out of bound Zayn, and Simon is one of them.

- I know but maybe it would help you to talk about it. I know something's off. If obvious. Louis and Niall worry also you know.

- Well it's none of your fucking business. Stop acting like we are something Zayn. This is pure business.

I responded pointing the two or us frustrated by his questions.

- Relax... I can tell you are not ready to share. I understand. Don't need to be horrible with me because of it. I know you are doing this just to protect yourself... but guess what. Pushing me away won't work Harry. I'll still be there to support you no matter what so keep that in mind.

Out of word, I rolled my eyes and left the room, knowing no one ever stayed before so why him?