Welcome to the first chapter! Warning strong language is used
Enjoy!
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Harrys P.O.V January 18th, 2013
His eyes, his lips, the way his body curves, his touch, everything is f.ucking perfect,
I just sat there admiring him like a puppy,from the kitchen island. How am I so lucky?? I don't even want to imagine what would have happened if i didn't go with Zayn that day.
August 23rd, 2012
"Zayn I already told you, I really don't wanna leave my bed", I yell into the phone.
"I don't care, you haven't gone out in a while we need to do something", he responds harshly and hangs up.
My heart drops reminding my self about today, would it be bad to go out? Yes I mean what if I see him. No I won't see him he lives in F.ucking America.
I hear the front door open, "this bitch better not have...." I start to mumble. Fixing my curls I sit up, only to throw myself back under the covers. Hearing footsteps up the stairs and turning the corner. I can't believe he really just broke into my house.
"VAS APPNENNNN!!!, he screams storming through my bedroom doors, "oh silent treatment i get it, come on Haz don't be such an ass you left your front door unlocked", he exclaims sassily.
I feel the bed shift under me after a few moments of silence, my body still facing in the opposite direction unable to except Zayns presence. Before I could say a word not that I wanted to his hand grips my arm forcing me out of the comfort of my sheets.
The warm from my red duvet covers fade away as I'm dragged over to my bathroom. "SHOWER NOW", he demands walking over to my closet.
" I don't wanna f.ucking go anywhere".
" You haven't left your bed in weeks mate, WEEKS let's have some fun summer is almost over".
I sigh receiving a stern look in return.
Stepping into the shower the burning sensation of water wraps around my body, not feeling enough pain I turn the bob the hottest it goes. Waiting moments just to feel the hot pain run down my back I grab the oatmeal strawberry shampoo off the top shelf lathering it through my curls which feels like hours, painfully reminiscing old memories. I can't help but start to tear up remembering the date Zayn knows what today is or what it would've been. My thoughts are stopped as the water begins to run cold. How long was I recalling in there?
Leaving the bathroom I wrap a towel just under my butterfly tattoo and walk over to the pile of folded clothes sitting neatly next to a cup of water on my bedside table. I shake my head thinking of Zayn taking care of me. Now that I let it sit in my head, I think it would be good for me to get out of the house, I don't think I've left my flat in over a month except for getting food if I could even call rainbow goldfish food so it would be good for me to go out right?
I waltz down the stairs, in a taking over the world vibe as I spot Zayn cooking, yes cooking what!? I haven't used my stove in over a month. "You need to eat you look like shit", he announces ruining my confidence. I just shrug my shoulders and sit on the stool by the counter.
"I don't feel like talking, but I'm really trying. We both know what today is", I finally get out after hearing zayn ramble on and on about his date with a girl named Gigi the whole car ride. He does know i'm gay right? I have no problem listening to his drama but I like d!ck. I have to say he did get my mind off of today.
" Do you wanna talk about it", he questions lifting his eyes off the road and onto me. Noting his eyes brows.
"Talk about what"?
"Come on Harry I know you need to talk".
