Part 1
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After hearing of the news about Ms. Edwards, Zayn was astatic, but it lasted shortly when his eyes wondered up the stairs were Harry’s curly hair poked around the corner to see what all the ruckus was about.
As soon as Zayn laid eyes on him, the messy haired boy bolted away, Zayn already heading up the stairs as fast as he could. " Harry!" He yelled, trying to reach the door before it closed. "Baby please!"
But sadly, the door slammed shut before he could even get close.
Zayn sighed with defeat, sinking down to the floor. Today would be the day he performed for Harry; and he was more then on edge, he was shifting himself. What if Harry rejected him? What if he still wanted nothing to do with his older brother?
"Charming?" Zayn pressed his forehead to the door, knocking quietly. " Harry isn’t here." He grumbled back, making a beeping sound like an answering machine. "Okay well, when Harry gets this message, just know that it’s his boyfriend and he wants his prince Charming to come to the art room at 4:00 O’clock." With that, Zayn stood up, walking from the door.
He then slacked back down the stairs, everyone giving him pitiful looks. "Don’t worry mate, today’s the big day! My mum is coming over too, along with my sister. Should be fun?" Niall said, patting Zayn’s shoulder but the boy only shrugged, walking back to the Art room
Later, Louis and Niall came in to set up the chairs for everyone to sit in and clean up a little.
And Zayn had to admit, it looked like a proper gig. "It looks great sweetie." Jays voice came from the doorway, holding a tray of Iced tea for the little workers. "Mum?" Zayn asked, biting his lip. "Yeah?" She handed him his drink and he took a sip, looking back at her. "Do you think he'll forgive me?" The Pakistani boy choked out, letting a tear trickle down his cheek. "I know he will. It’s Harry! How couldn’t he...He loves you." She smiled, wrapping Zayn in a hug.
"Niall, Louis, why don’t you take Zayn to get dressed. I'll try to get Harry into a bath, clean him up a bit. He hasn’t cleaned himself in a while, I'm sure he could use it." She laughed, exiting the room.
"C'mon, Zee. It’s almost show time mate!" Louis grabbed Zayn’s arm, dragging hi up the steps and into Louis large room were the green eyed boy rushed to the closet, extracting random clothes.
The three boys scanned through them all, choosing matching colored outfits of course. Zayn in an all-black sweater, complete with tan Chinos. Niall was in A black blazer, with a white undershirt and Matching pants. And Louis...Louis was in a black striped shirt with a pair of White Skinnies, and a pair of TOMS, without socks of course.
"Wait!" Louis halted everyone in the room, running over to his dresser were he pulled out a black box. "What is that?" Zayn asked nervously, approaching his step brother. "When I was like 12, I got my ears perused but they never stayed and I still have the gun..." He smirked.
Zayn shook his head no, but Louis only came closer. Niall wrapped his arms around Zayn holding him down while Louis placed the earrings in the gun, holding Zayn’s head still. "Just stay and they’ll be even!" He laughed, putting Zayn’s untouched earlobe in the gun slot, positioning it perfectly.
"One...Two...Three!" And the little gun type thing made a sound, Zayn’s ear tingling with pain and his jaw dropping. "SON OF A BITCH!" He screamed, his hand shooting up to his pierced ear. "Damn..." Niall nodded. "Looks good. Now do the other ear."
Zayn shook his head again in protest, squirming around. "C'mon Lou! you've gone mad!" But Louis did it anyways, shooting the erring through Zayn’s dark flesh, earning a squeal from the younger boy.
"You fucking assholes!" He groaned, rushing to the mirror were he checked himself out. And he had to admit, they did look fucking hot. They were round and black and fit him perfectly.
"There’s are bad ass, but I still hate you both." Zayn laughed, turning around to push Louis.
"C'mon, its almost 4, we should get down there." Niall sighed, looking at his phone. "Yeah I guess we should."
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The boys made their way down stairs, Jay standing in the kitchen and talking with Harry's mum, who Zayn learned was named Anne. She was drop dead gorgeous. Zayn saw were harry got his good looks from.
"Look at my hansom boys!" Jay squealed, making Jay turn around. "Oh my goodness!"
The woman squeezed there son, Jay holding onto Zayn extra tight. "You’re going to be wonderful, sweetie, I know it." She smiled, pressing a kiss to his forehead and releasing him from her grasp. "C'mon, Zayn." Louis insisted, grabbing his arm.
Zayn didn’t know how many times they had practiced the damn song, but he knew wit would be perfect. Harry was going to love it, he just had too.
Niall, Louis, Zayn and Lottie stood at the back of the room going over the routine step by step as the family begun to fill in the seats. Everyone but Harry
Zayn watched the door nervously, nibbling on his finger nails. "Don’t worry," Louis pated his shoulder. What if Harry didn’t come at all? Would this whole thing be for nothing? A big waste of time? What if Harry never forgave him? Zayn already knew that would be the end for him. He wouldn’t live without his baby one more second.
Just then, the door pushed open, Liam’s puppy dog smile lighting up the room. Following him was a small curly, who made a sad face, glancing around the room at his friends and family.
Zayn’s eyes wondered to their hands which were weaved together tightly, Liam’s thumb rubbing circles on Harry’s hand. Zayn’s stomach did a flip, his eyes becoming blurry. But he knew he couldn’t cry. He needed to be strong if he was going to win Harry back.
The speakers that were set up around the large room turned on and Louis took his microphone, making a silly nose and earning a small laugh from everyone, even Harry.
"Okay, so it is working. Well, Zayn here ran us ragged for about a week, learning each and every word to this damn song so I hope you guys enjoy it because I sure didn’t." He grumbled, taking his seat on the stool beside Zayn, Niall on the other side of the darker lad.
Lottie pressed play on her remote and the music started, Zayn taking the biggest breath he had ever, His eyes lifting to meet Harry’s bright blue orbs.
*PLAY SONG MOTHERFUCKERS*
-Zayn-
Right from the start
You were a thief
You stole my heart
And I your willing victim
I let you see the parts of me
That weren't all that pretty
And with every touch you fixed them
-Louis-
Now you've been talking in your sleep, oh, oh
Things you never say to me, oh, oh
Tell me that you've had enough
Of our love, our love
-Louis And Zayn-
Just give me a reason
Just a little bit's enough
Just a second we're not broken just bent
And we can learn to love again
It's in the stars
It's been written in the scars on our hearts
We're not broken just bent
And we can learn to love again
-Niall-
I'm sorry I don't understand
Where all of this is coming from
I thought that we were fine
(Oh, we had everything)
Your head is running wild again
My dear we still have everythin'
And it's all in your mind
(Yeah but this is happenin')
You've been havin' real bad dreams, oh, oh
You used to lie so close to me, oh, oh
There's nothing more than empty sheets
Between our love, our love
Oh, our love, our love
Zayn then stood from his seat, doing his own little thing; his eyes never leaving Harry’s; the curly lad frozen in his spot, watching Zayn preform like this.
-All-
Just give me a reason
Just a little bit's enough
Just a second we're not broken just bent
And we can learn to love again
I never stopped
You're still written in the scars on my heart
You're not broken just bent
And we can learn to love again
-Zayn-
Oh, tear ducts and rust
I'll fix it for us
We're collecting dust
But our love's enough
You're holding it in
You're pouring a drink
No nothing is as bad as it seems
We'll come clean
Zayn’s body worked with the music; showing nothing but passion and commitment to the song, his voice high and long with every note he sang, the sound mesmerizing to Harry’s ears. He had never heard Zayn like this; never understood how wonderful Zayn’s voice was.
-Niall And Louis-
Just give me a reason
Just a little bit's enough
Just a second we're not broken just bent
And we can learn to love again
It's in the stars
It's been written in the scars on our hearts
That we're not broken just bent
And we can learn to love again
-All-
Just give me a reason
Just a little bit's enough
Just a second we're not broken just bent
And we can learn to love again
It's in the stars
It's been written in the scars on our hearts
That we're not broken just bent
And we can learn to love again
All three stood now, Niall and Louis behind Zayn, their hands intertwined as they sang, Louis soft voice complementing Niall’s deep raspy one.
Oh, we can learn to love again
Oh, we can learn to love again
Oh, oh, that we're not broken just bent
And we can learn to love again
Everyone cheered, standing to their feet, Louis and Niall smiling bright, all three boys bowing. When Zayn came up right again, he looked to Harry who seemed closer than before and soon enough, he brought Zayn to the ground, his small body perched on top of the older boy, his lips attaching Zayn’s with as much power as the boy had and to say Zayn was surprised was a understatement.
His eyes were wide as Harry nibbled; no, gnawed on his lip, but soon his eyes drifted close, his hands clasping behind Harry’s body and holding him in place as their lips worked in harmony. "Virgin eyes!" Someone shouted, signaling for the boys to break apart but instead, Zayn flipped the two over so he was between Harry’s legs, his hands slipping under Harry’s thin shirt. "Okay! I think we should go start on dinner, what does everyone say?" Jay rushed everyone from the room who agreed eagerly. No one really wanted to stick around for that.
The younger girls giggled widely, still being heard as the door closed, signaling everyone had left the room, leaving only Harry and his hot, neglected, and horny lover.
"Charming, I'm so-" Kiss, "So sorry." Zayn finished, pressing his lips to Harry’s again. "It’s okay." Harry giggled, his hands tangling in Zayn’s dark locks.
"Let me make up to you." Zayn panted, pulling Harry’s shirt over his head. Harry gasped at the cool are but proceeded to suck Zayn’s bottom lip into his mouth, his teeth digging into it and drawing a thick red liquid which stained his own lips.
If Zayn remembered correctly, Harry was pretty damaging in the bedroom, leaving red handprints and deep gashes usually on Zayn’s hips and back.
But now, Zayn was sure Harry was going to bite through is lip. "Fuck," He cursed, pulling his mouth from Harry, who whimpered. "I'm sorry." He whispered, feeling Zayn’s bloody lips with his tiny fingers. "Shh charming, nothing to be sorry for."
Zayn then grabbed his shirt from over his shoulder, dragging it off, his muscles flexing, his creamy skin echoing off the dim lights. Suddenly everything seemed so needy, every kiss, every touch, every single bite Harry left.
"Easy," Zayn mumbled as Harry latched down on his sore nipple; in which the curly had been tugging on only seconds before. "God, Charming your so dirty." Zayn groaned, grabbing Harry’s hair and tugging on it.
“Such a dirty, needy little charming.” Zayn growled.
He knew this was going to be rough; it was going to be loud and brudle and Harry was going to beg for more. "Little slut," He cursed. Harry’s mouth came off with a 'pop' panting and drooling. "Baby, you’re drooling." Zayn sighed, whipping away the spit with his hand but Harry leaned forward, pushing Zayn all the way on his back, were he slammed Zayn’s head against the ground, the youngers lips migrating to Zayn’s fleshy neck, nibbling on it.
Zayn screamed out when Harry bit down, extracting blood, the blond moaning loudly and moving to Zayn’s collar bone were he re-opened another bite mark from their first encounters.
Zayn whimpered, some of Harry’s hair coming out in his hands. "Hell," He grunted, bucking his hips into Harry’s, there stiff, neglected groins clashing, rubbing together.
Harry’s head feel back, loud moans escaping his lips. It was heavenly to Zayn’s ears, looking at Harry so caught up in pleasure, his nails digging into Zayn’s defined chest. "Fuck me," The Green eyes boy whined, leaning back down to kiss Zayn.
His mouth opened, allowing Zayn’s tongue to dive in, swirling around in a pool of Harry’s gathered spit. In any other situation, it would make Zayn gag and rinse his mouth out but the way Harry leaned over him, letting the spit to drip from his pink mouth, into Zayn’s made the darker’s cock twitch.
Zayn swished the liquid around in his mouth coating the cry dealing with a new; slimy feeing, which was replaced when their lips reattached, Harry slurping up his saliva and swallowing it. Zayn groaned, his hands reaching for Harry’s jeans were he grabbed the button, ripping them open.
Harry squealed, pulling off Zayn were he discarded his trousers, throwing them across the room before something caught his eyes. "What’s that?" He pointed to the paintings on the walls. Zayn smiled, pushing some hair out of Harry’s face. "The story of us, Charming. Do you like it?"
Harry nodded, giggling.
He then turned back to Zayn, kissing his lips gently before they returned to their aggressive touching until there were both striped down to nothing but sweat and bite marks.
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