Zayn
Harry's hand lay gently on my hip as he guided me away from the injured man. "Are you all right?" he asked softly and I nodded, my eyes gazing over his face. His arm tugged at my body, pulling me to face the path we were walking and we headed home.
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I turned my head round on the pillows, until my eyes fixed on the beautiful man next to me. He was smiling back, his dimples showing and my heart skipped a beat, just a little bit. I turned my body fully, so that I was facing him and he did the same, staring into my eyes. "You're perfect." he whispered, his breath against my lips and I couldn't help letting out a content sigh. I was too happy to argue back with him, despite the fact our date was ruining by a junkie not minutes ago.
"Harry..." I croaked and leaned forward, brushing my lips against his. My fingers went and tangled in his hair, pulling him impossibly close so I could kiss him further. He moaned softly, his eyes closing and I closed mine too, kissing him forcefully. I could feel his hand slowly trailing up the slide of my leg, slipping into my sweats before squeezing my bum lightly. I moaned against his mouth, biting at his lip. It started to get messy then. Breathing hard, I brought my leg over Harry's side so that I was straddling him, my face hovering over his.
I leaned down next to ear, his cheek brushing against mine and I gently locked around his earlobe, before sucking on it. A low, deep moan rumbled in Harry's chest, my hand pressed firmly against it. I left chaste kisses along his jaw, up his cheek until I finally reached his mouth. "No-no...." he protested, gasping at my touch. I pulled back instantly, frowning at him. "I have a...I have a slight problem." he admitted, nodding toward the tight bulge in his jeans. "I can sort that out." I said quickly, my hands instantly reaching out to unbuckle his belt which proved to be more difficult than I thought.
I grunted when he grabbed at my wrists, pulling them apart and I looked back up at him, confused. "No, Z. You need to sleep." he insisted and I snorted, rolling my eyes at him and he scowled back at me. That was just typical. Harry Styles has a boner ad he's still worried about my health. Pffft. Typical. His problem was more important to me. "I'll be here when you wake up, I promise." he assured me but I narrowed my eyes at him. He didn't get it. He didn't get that I wasn't tired, when their was something so much more fun we could do than sleep but then again...sleep was becoming more optional by the second as Harry started to trace his fingertips lightly up and down my arm in a soothing motion.
"You're a tease, you know that?" I retorted and he chuckled. Giving a soft sigh, I wriggled further down on his body so that I could lay my head on his chest, my arms tucked in while his was wrapped protectively around me and I didn't realize how tired I actually was until I felt my eyes flutter close. "Damn you, Harry." I whispered stubbornly into his chest and I heard him laugh again before I finally went to sleep.
Harry had kept promise, the next morning. Even though I was lying on the other side of my bed, his arm was still wrapped protectively around my waist. Unconsciously, his sleeping figure rolled over and his hands pulled me close to me, my head in his chest. I couldn't help giggling at the movement, which caused him to wake up and moan. "You woke me up." he spoke, his morning voice deep and raspy. He tried to put on a pretend scowl on his face but failed epically, his eyes narrowing and his quiff flopping over his eyes. I couldn't help thinking Harry always looked vulnerable when he had just woken up. It was...cute. "'Bout time. It's normally the other way around." I snorted, poking his cheek and he wrinkled his nose in reply.
I watched Harry as he grumbled to himself, beginning to stand up and I instantly pulled him back to the bed, causing him to grunt. I pulled his body close to mine, my chest pressed against his back and I wrapped my arms around his. "Are you...spooning me?" he asked, finding the matter amusing judging by his tone. "Maybe," I replied mysteriously and he chuckled, just as I reached over to plant a kiss on his cheek. "It's cute, Z, but...I have work. And so do you." he added, his eyes meeting mine as I looked down at him. I could feel him struggle beneath me, trying to break free but he groaned in frustration when I straddled him once again. "You're testing my patience." he mumbled sleepily and I grinned devilishly, grabbing his wrists and holding them above his head so he couldn't even struggle. "If only I had handcuffs..." I suggested seductively and his eyes widened at my words, biting his lip. "And what would you do to me if you did?" he smirked back and I looked down at him again, thinking hard.
"I'd give you hickeys. Lot's of them." I smirked and he chuckled. "I'd leave a wet trail of kisses down here..." I trailed off, tracing a light finger down the line on the centre of his chest. "I'd tease your crotch with lots more kisses, too." I decided and he chuckled more, his cheeks reddening. "Sounds delicious, babe. But I have a better idea." he said quickly and suddenly flipped me over as I let of his hands. I grunted loudly, the force of the hit knocking me on the bed. "I need to go to work and so do you." he stated finally, pecking me quickly on the cheek before his body left mine. I whimpered in respond, grabbing the nearest pillow and chucking it at his back. He stopped, his body spinning round to meet my annoyed gaze. He chuckled again, his dimples flashing before he winked at me and headed off for the bathroom. I would've followed, but we'd be very late for work.
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I smiled lightly as Harry made his way toward me after his training session at the gym, but my face faltered when his expression was troubled. I gave him a questionable look, tilting my head to the side. "I have a...uh, I have a fight." he stated quietly and my eyes widened. "What? But you're only a trainee?" I said, puzzled and I glanced back at his trainer who was looking furious. "I but I need to do this, it's important." he told me I opened to protest, but I was stopped by his trainer. "Harry! Get up here, now." he demanded and Harry groaned, throwing his head back in frustration. I watched him as he punched his boxing gloves together with his hands, his muscles flexing as he entered the ring, mumbling something frustrated which sounded an awful lot like "what now?"
His trainer jabbed a finger angrily at Harry's chest and Harry grunted, stepping backwards. I was about to step in when the front door banged open and Niall came storming through the doors, his face filled with such anger. "What the hell do you think you're doing?!" Niall shouted at the top of his lungs and stormed up to Harry. I watched, surprised, as he slid through the ring to push Harry full force with the palm of his hands. Open-mouthed, Harry stumbled back a few steps, grunting. Harry regained his balance, staring at Niall. "Niall, go wait by Zayn-"
"No, Harry! I am not going to let you control me like you control Zayn! I don't follow you around like a lost puppy! And I certainly don't want you risking your life for me in some stupid fight for something that happened years ago!" Niall shouted and I tensed, my eyes meeting Niall's. What? What happened? What's he going on about? "It may have happened years ago, but it still left a scar and you know it!" Harry retorted back and it was Niall's turn to cringe, looking hurt. The door swung open and Liam strolled in, looking troubled and worried. His eyes glanced over at Niall and Harry arguing before his eyes met mine and he came to join me. "What's going on?" I asked instantly when he leaned his back against the table, where I was sitting. "I'm not sure if I'm the right person to tell you that." he admitted and I scoffed. "If Harry's not going to tell me then I don't think anyone will." I tried and he sighed softly, obviously to worn out to argue.
"Basically, Harry wants to fight for Niall." Liam spoke and I frowned, confused. "You mean, you don't know what happened to Niall?" Liam guessed and I shook my head. "Niall saw Harry fighting with Jake two years ago and Niall tried to stop them. Things got out of hand, and Niall got hurt. Pretty badly." Liam explained, his eyes narrowing at the thought. "How badly?" I asked and he cringed. "He got stabbed in his stomach. Jake did this, not Jai. That's why Harry's fighting. He's fighting Jake." At Liam's last words, it all clicked in. "But Harry's not strong enough." I breathed and Liam nodded. "Exactly what Niall's trying to say, by the looks of it." Liam replied and I looked back at Harry and Niall again. "Is this fight even legal?" I asked when Harry strolled toward us.
"Technically, no." Liam replied and my eyes widened. "Harry, you can't." I said quickly, clinging on to his arm and he groaned, pulling him back. "I can, and I will." he protested and I scoffed. "Harry, you aren't even strong enough! You're only a trainee, you could get hurt!" I argued back and he sighed. "Liam, could you give us a minute?" Harry asked, turning to Liam, who nodded and went off to comfort a worried Niall.
"It's not up to you, Z." Harry mumbled and I opened my mouth, furious, when his phone rang on the table next to us. Both our eyes glanced at it and Harry reached out quickly before I could even read the name on the screen. "Hello?" His raspy voice called and Harry immediately cringed, judging by the screeching, angry female voice at the other end of the line. "Ugh, stop that screaming, please! You're giving me a sore head!" Harry complained at the other end of the line, angry. I could faintly hear the conversation. "Listen Harry, if mum even knew what you were doing, she'd kill you!" the voice screeched and Harry rolled his eyes. "Well, mum's not here. And you're not my mother either. So stop telling what to do." Harry snapped back, rubbing his forehead. "Listen to them." I instructed and his dark, angry eyes met mine. I flinched uncomfortably. "Is that, Zayn? Is he telling you the same thing? Harry?" the caller asked, worried. He ended the phone call, slamming the phone down on the table as he did so. I jumped, frightened.
"You have no control over my bloody life! Neither of you!" he shouted and my eyes began to water. A memory of Harry telling me how he nearly bet his dad up to death flashed in my eyes. A memory of Harry arguing with my own dad flashed in my eyes and I gulped, unable to meet his gaze as his grip tightened on my wrists. It was then, I realized how dangerous Harry was. Was this how Bo left him? Was this how he treated his family? "Harry, you're hurting me." I panicked, scared of what was coming next. My eyes squeezed shut, his breath mingling with my own. "You. Can't. Tell. Me. What. To. Do." he spat furiously and I whimpered in pain. "Harry. You need to get off Zayn. You're hurting him." Niall's voice was soft and calm. I wouldn't have thought he was angry at Harry a few seconds ago. "Harry, let go before you hurt Zayn." Liam encouraged and my eyes snapped open when Harry's grip let go. I let out a breath of what I felt like I had been holding onto forever.
The colour from Harry's face had drained, his eyes soft and calm as he stared at me. "No...no, no, no, no, no, no." Harry chanted, stepping back from me, his fingers gripping his hair in frustration. My eyes roamed his sad face, filled with worry and I hesitantly reached over to him, gribbing my hands around his t-shirt and pulling him in, hugging him. I wasn't going to leave him like Bo did. Ever.
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Hi guys! Not to sure about this chapter, especially toward the end. Just a quick announcement to say that I started full-time work today so updates won't be as quick as they used to be. They'll mostly be at the weekends, if I have time then. But trust me, there will be an update at least once a week so please don't bother me and comment saying "update soon" when it won't make me update any quicker, thanks. It's pretty pointless when people write that tbh, no offense. Dedicated to MatthewTomlinson for making the trailer, thanks again. Options are still open for those of you who are still making one :) Anyway, comments on this chapter? Can't wait to hear them! Love you. xxx