robbers

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Zoe stayed in her room, sat on her bed and read Jackaby. She was so into the book, Zoe hadn't noticed that the door had opened and a shirtless Harry .was beside her until he spoke.

"Is it interesting?"

His raspy and low voice scared the watermelons off her undies. She had gotten a good price on the packet of fruit undies... Zoe jumped and placed a hand above her heart and gave out a sigh. She turned to look at him and her throat suddenly went dry. Dark skinny jeans hung on his hips, his bare chest shwing a display of inked art, and his crotch was in her face.

Zoe slid away from his crotch slowly. "You scared me." She suddenly feels nervous, the guy she slightly had the crush on was infont of her... without a shirt. Harry wanted to smile at her reaction towards him. As if bowing, he haunched down and sat on her bed, slightly beside her.

He looks like a baby tarzen, she noticed. His hair let out small droplets every now and then, staining her bed, but she could care less. Her heart pounded against her ears. "Sorry," He said, not being sorry at all.

She sighed, and decided to get comfortable on her bed, laying down. Harry watched skeptically before laying down beside her, but missing completely landing his heavy, fat head on Zoe's nose. Pain shot through her nose.

"Sorry," He mumbled.

"You dinkleburg." Zoe whispered holding her nose.

Harry repositioned himself somewhere not near Zoe's nose. He let the feeling of the comfortable bed sink in. "You know," He began thoughtfully as Zoe glared at him, "It's been a long time since I laid on a comfortable bed,"

"Maybe because you hit the poor girl in the nose while you two were trying to do the nasty." Zoe mumbled.

Harry ignored her comment and continued on, "It's been a long time since we had a someone to talk to. It's been a long time since I've had a friend other than Luke. It's been a long time since we've had sandwhiches."

Harry now had all Zoe's attention. She was intrigued. She wanted to know him, a little bit about him. "How long have you been out of your home?"

He took a long a long breath and let it out. Zoe waited patiently for him to continue. "Back home," He took a small break, deciding if to tell her or not, "I didn't have any friends."

"What really?" Zoe was surprised.

He was handsome, lean how can he not have any friends? Unlike her, he looked like the kind to have at least a friend or to. If he was to the 'bad boy' every girl drooled over, he would at least have a partner in crime, wouldn't he?

"Yeah. Well actually I was the one who kinda shut them out." The boy had a hurt expression on his face.

"I had some family problems. Dad and Mom began to fight more than usual. I knew it was normal for couples to fight every now and then, but it wasn't normal to fight everyday about every small thing. Mom began to began to cook less, and stayed more at work. Dad began to drink more and talk less."

Zoe turned over to Harry and rested her cheek on the soft pillow. She looked at him as he spoke. His eyed kept on staring up at the ceiling, when he talked, it was as if his lips were puckered up, and his eyebrows furrowed.

"I obviously then became somewhat depressed. Not really, really, really depressed but somewhat. I shut friends out. I lowered on grades. My clothes became darker. I inked my skin. I suddenly had the urge to runaway. To leave everything behind. To leave the sadness behind. And so I did.

I packed my stuff in a backpack, stole some cash from my dads drinking money, and set off. I must admit it was stupid to not pack extra socks."

He shuddered at the thought of one time walking in his sweaty converse bare footed. Disgusting.

"But it did help. To runaway, I think. I felt less suffocated and dead. Then somewhere along my trip I came along Luke. He was annoying but he kept my moods up. It was better to travel with him then alone. We somehow managed to stay fed and clothed until two days ago, it had beed almost a day since we've eaten so thats why we robbed your job."

Finally, Harry turned to Zoe. They stayed still, quietly staring at each other. The silence was welcoming and peaceful-

"Woohoo! Styles! Get it on!" Luke yelled from downstairs.

"That little-" Harry got up ready to beat Luke's Australian ass.

this chapter was deeper than liams dick tbh.

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