Dark [Zarry]

Chapter 22.

"Let's go to this." I decided once we were out the crazy house and I took him to an arcade game where you had to toss a hoop on the milk bottles to win a prize. Harry watched as I tossed each ring across the barrier and missed on shot.  I groaned and he laughed. "Not your strength is it, Mr Malik?" he teased coyly and I stuck my tongue out at him. "You were watching me, it was a distraction." I complained and he laughed. I watched him in return, watching him as he tossed all three rings on each milk bottle. The owner of the game came up to Harry. "Which prize would you like?" he asked him, smiling, and Harry turned to me. Biting my lip, my eyes scanned over the row of stuffed toys. "That one." I said, pointing at the life-sized stuffed teddy bear with a heart stitched on it's chest. Harry chuckled as the man handed it over to him. "For you, Mr Malik." he said softly, handing it over to me and I grunted at the weight, causing him to laugh. "Just as well we never took a car, it'd never fit in the boot." I said and he smiled, agreeing. "Um, excuse me?" a female voice asked and our heads turned round to see a woman with the younger girl who was at the Fun House standing next to her. When she saw us, she blushed furiously and stood behind her mum's leg. "Would you mind winning a prize for my little girl? It's just, I'm hopeless at these games." she sighed and Harry nodded kindly when the mum handed the owner her money.

I watched as Harry tossed each ring onto the bottles, just like he did before. "What prize would you like?" the owner asked the little and she pointed to a large stuffed turtle. "That one!" she squealed excitedly and Harry bent down, handing it to her. She chuckled, wrapping her arms around it. "What do you say?" the mum asked the little girl. "Thank you," she said quietly, blushing at Harry and hiding behind her mum's leg again. "You're welcome." Harry smiled, standing up. "Thank you." the woman smiled at Harry and walked off with her daughter. "I think she fancies you." I commented and she snorted. "Yeah, right." he scoffed and he took my hand, walking off. "That was kind of you, though." I added and he smiled, mumbling something and I could see another blush creeping on his cheeks.

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I grunted as I hauled the teddy bear down the path, walking with Harry. "Want me to-" Harry's phone began to ring in his pocket, and he swore loudly, taking it in his hand. I watched as a small smile crept on his lips, obviously recognising the name. "Who is it?" I asked curiously and he frowned at me, unsure of what to say. "I, uhm...."

"I'm just curious, that's all. I've seen you on the phone a lot recently and I couldn't help wondering if-"

"It's an old friend." he finally breathed, emerald eyes on mine. "Oh." I mumbled. "I, uhh...do you mind waiting by the bench? I need to take this." he said and I rolled my eyes, nodding. "Stay here, though. I mean it. Don't move." he instructed and I sighed. "Where else am I gonna go?" I assured him and he smiled before walking off. I hauled the stuff bear up to my chest, taking it toward the bench and sitting with it. I took a sip of the fizzy juice Harry had bought me and my eyes curiously scanned over the empty path way and field. "Are you on your own?" my eyes turned to the group of boys walking toward me, snickering. "No," I mouthed back and one of them frowned. I looked back at the entrance where Harry was standing, unaware that they were here. He was laughing to the other end of the line, his back to me.

"My boyfriend will be back-"

"We'll wait." he interrupted me and I was surprised by his sudden eager tone. "No, honestly, he's right out-"

"I said we'll wait." he argued back harshly and I gulped, staring at up at their..."leader". He was tall. Very tall. My breathing became hard and shallow when a memory of Jai flashed through my mind, and how he had taken me out the club. I felt his large fingers graze over mine and with an automatic reaction, I splashed the last of my juice at his face. I gasped with fright when he swore loudly, wiping it off his face. "Zayn!" Harry was walking toward us, his look furious. His eyes scanned over the boys hand on mine and he glared at him. I watched in horror as he spun the guy round, flinging him against the wooden wall, causing him to fall to the floor. I wonder if he learned that trick from my dad, which frightened me. The other boys immediately scrambled off, to frightened of Harry. "Don't. Touch. Him. Again." he spat, his hands bawled into fists. I whimpered a little when Harry was suddenly by my side, my face in the crook of his neck. "You queers!" the guy retorted, wiping his mouth with the back of his hands. I winced at his words, my eyes squeezed shut. I felt Harry's body tense against me and he was about to turn back when my hand caught his, turning him back round. "Harry, don't." I warned and he looked at me, his eyes watering. "It's all right. It's okay." he whispered, his forehead pressed against mine.

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Hey guys. I know this isn't much of a chapter but I had writers block with this story, that's why the update's been a bit long. I hope you like it, I know it's not my best. But let me know what you think all the same. Thanks guys, I love you :) xxx