Mistakes

9

Zayn hadn’t seen Harry the whole next week. He was furious with Harry, but he was even more furious with Liam. Liam had done something to keep Harry in his clutches. Zayn was starting to think Harry hadn’t wanted to leave Zayn or their child, but Liam had swooped in and stolen Harry from him. Liam took Harry from him. His Harry.

Zayn hadn’t realized until now, but he loved Harry. No, he didn’t love Harry, he was still in love with Harry. Even two years later and he still loved Harry.

That’s why he’s so furious with Harry, but also wanted him at the same time. Because he loves Harry. He is crazy in love with Harry. But does Harry love him back? Does Harry want a relationship with Zayn like Zayn wants one with him? Zayn hoped yes, but he knew the answer. No. Harry wouldn’t want one with him.

The doorbell ringing is what brought him out of his thoughts. He sighed, turned off the faucet, put the sponge and pan down, wiped off his hands, and went to the door. The sight he saw made his heart flutter.

Harry was standing on the other side, a duffel bag and suitcase with him, but it was the person who was next to him that made him want to shut the door.

Liam was standing next to him, smirking. Zayn looked to Harry, an apologetic look on his face. “Can we talk?” he mouthed.

Zayn nodded, and let them both in.

“Hey, Li?” Zayn cringed at the nickname.

“Yeah?” Liam answered.

“Can you give us a sec?” Harry asked.

Liam nodded, “but I’m watching you guys. Harry’s mine, not yours.” Liam clarified.

Zayn was practically shooting daggers, but Liam only smirked. He was claiming his territory, which only made Zayn roll his eyes. Two can play at that game.

He led Harry into the kitchen, but not before he put his hand on his bum. He could practically feel Liam’s eyes on him, shooting daggers at him.

“What was that?” Harry asked once they were in the kitchen and the door was closed.

“Just claiming MY territory.” Zayn said innocently.

Harry only scoffed. “Your territory, huh?”

“Yes, my territory. Oh, come on, Liam practically owns you.” He said once he saw Harry roll his eyes.

“Liam does not own me. I just can’t leave him.”

“Can’t or won’t?” Zayn pressed.

Harry huffed. Might as well get this over with.

“Liam cuts himself. He’s done it since we got together. Every time I leave him, even for just five minutes, he finds the razors I hid from him, and he’ll cut himself dry. I’m scared to leave him alone. He was the one who made me bring him. Believe me, bringing him was not my idea.”

Zayn asked the question that’s been on his mind for awhile. “Do you still love him?”

Harry looked conflicted. He could answer truthfully and break Zayn’s heart or he could lie and break his own heart.

After much thinking, Harry finally looked up. “No.”

Zayn smiled, but little did Zayn or Harry know, Liam had heard the whole thing and was hatching a plan to keep Harry.