Can't get you off my mind [Zarry]-English Translation

#Broken

Zayn's PoV

The next morning i woke up pretty early and stretched in the bed, extending the hands towards the side of the bed that i thought was occupied by Harry, but it was empty.

I sat up to see if he was in the bathroom, but didn't even have the time to get up that a curly head popped out from the door.

"You thought i'd left you alone" he smirked while walking in with a tray and closed the door behind him with his foot.

"Mmh no, but it was bad waking up and not seeing you" i murmered, following his movements with my eyes.

He sat in the centre of the bed in front of me with his legs crossed and put the tray between us before lenghtening towards me to leave me a kiss on the lips

I smiled, feeling my cheeks burning up and looked at him noticing that the bruises he had on his face had became darker.

"Do they hurt a lot?" i looked at him worried.

He shook his head and said
"No honey, don't worry" he handed me a cup of hot tea and i nodded but kept being a bit worried.

"I took a bit of everything from the kitchen. I didn't know if you were hungry or what you wanted"

He moved his long hair behind the ears before taking a smoking cup for himself too.

"It's okay" i said, blowing on the tea, and took a sip, feeling immediately warm by the boiling liquid.

We stayed quiet for a while, drinking from our cups and munching something. Neither of us seemed like wanting to talk, but i was feeling his eyes on me, trying to investigate.

"Do you want to..." he started, lightening my attention "talk to me about that thing?" he whishpered almost in an imperceptible way, like if he was scared of saying something wrong.

I wondered it.

I sighed, looking down on the cup and slowly closing my eyes, trying to find the right words to explain everything.

He stayed quiet, waiting for me to start talking.

He started caressing the leg that i'd layed on him, like if he wanted to calm me down and make me relax.

I put a hand on my hair keeping my look down.

"It happened a long time ago Harry, you and me had had the fight" i slightly whishpered, keeping the sheet between my fingers.

"What? What'd happened?"

I felt my stomach squeezing and a lump growing in my throat.

I remembered the feelings of that day and all the thoughts that were running in my mind.

"S-Some weeks had passed since i'd closed the contract and since you and me last talked. A lot of people started to call me. They told me i was wrong, my parents told me they were disappointed in me because they'd invested a lot to make me go to those auditions. I'd had to firm a lot of documents to be able to end every agreement with the agency, i'd passed my nights reading all the terms, what i was going to loose, what i had to pay for ending the contracts before its deadline"

I slowly took a breath, trying to calm down, and saw my hands shacking.
I didn't know if Harry was looking at me or not, i kept my eyes down because i was ashamed of what i was about to say, i was ashamed to show him how weak and coward i was.

"I-I also had to talk with Perrie. They'd realised that song and the fans had started to write me that i'd disappointed them, that i'd always pretended to care about you, that i'd deserved all the hate i was receiving and that if you were going to have any consequence it would have been my fault"