Kryptonite (A Harry Styles Fan Fic)

Zayn's a bit of a wimp-Chapter 11

A/N: Hey peoples! So I realized it’s been a week since I’ve updated anything, and since this one has gotten the best progress I decided to update this one :D Hope y’all like the chapter, don’t forget to drop a beautiful comment,Vote,Fan, and that business. Sorry if this one sucks too, its just a filler. The next chapter will be the photo shoot, wonder what’ll happen (;

Ohh and I’m trying something new, Liam’s pov :o tell me how it goes yeahh (: xxx

_Liam’s POV_

I chuckle as I see May and Zayn face to face, I’d seen Zayn work out he could pull his weight and more. I couldn’t see my beautiful May beating anyone up, but I guess I was one hundred percent wrong on that one. It was what she did. I could see Niall and Harry sitting on the couch to my left, Niall laughing while eating some chips, Harry…Harry looked different. He was watching May and Zayn mouth off to each other. His lips were formed into a small smile, his eyes directly on May. His eyes were lit up, he seemed to glow. His eyes were almost…adoring. But no, I must be wrong. what was I thinking, I wasn’t some eye reader.

“Ready, Malik?” May steps back and crouches slightly, her hands balling up into fists. She looked professional in her stance.

He grins, “Ready, Maylee.” May glares at him then glance at Harry, Harry shrugs slightly as if saying, ‘let him have it’.

I watch intently as Zayn strikes his fist out at her, I flinch thinking she was bound to have a black eye after that hit. But she’s just standing there, a little farther to the left than she was. She’d dodged his hit.

Zayn’s eyes narrow as he swings again, once again he misses and he stumbles forward slightly. May takes a few steps to his side, like there’s a force field around him. Zayn looks at her again, “You’re fast, so what.” He smirks at her.

May smiles at him, “I could be faster.”

Zayn rolls his eyes before lunging at her, she darts out of the way making him stumble forward. She tackles him, making him fall face forward onto the carpet. May sits on his back taking a hold of his foot and pulling it towards her, the position even looked painful. Zayn groans and tries to throw her off of him but she’s staying strong, holding him down with a force too strong for Zayn to throw off.

May and Harry laugh at the same time, she looks over her shoulder at him, they laugh and smile at each other. I can feel a pang of jealousy in my chest, I guess they had a connection that I didn’t have with her. Shouldn’t she be smiling at me? Her boyfriend…

_May’s POV_

I laugh as I sit on Zayn’s back, he stop struggling and just lays there. “Give up Zayn?”

He sighs, “Yes.” He says quietly.

I smirk, “What? I don’t think I heard you.”

“Yes.” He says through his teeth.

I grin and hop up from his back, “Pleasure doing business with you.”

He narrows his eyes at me, “I’m just tired form the plane ride, that’s all.’

“Sure, Zayn that’s it.” I laugh and walk “Nice job, babe.”

“Thanks.” I smile up at him.

“So now that May’s beat the shit out of Zayn who’s up for a movie?”

I raise my hand, almost whacking Liam in the face. “Me!”

Niall grins and jumps off the couch throwing his chip sin Harry’s Lap. I laugh as I make eye contact with Harry. “What movie do you wanna watch, Haz?”

He smiles at me, “I dunno. How about Love Actually?”

I roll my eyes and smirk, “We used to watch that almost every day Haz. No more.”

He pouts, “Fine. Pick something Niall.”

I smile and take my eyes off of Harry, I can still remember the days I used to come home from school, I had a little while before Aunt Lisa would drag me into training so Harry and I watched Love Actually while I took a nap in his arms or just laid on the couch.

I used to be so tired all the time, I was a straight A student, I trained three hours a day, and I went home to clean my house and get beat by my ‘uncle’. My free time was spent with Harry, he always made everything better. I always felt so comfortable, like I could forget all the work and stress I was under at such a young age. He was my escape.

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After watching Toy Story, I slowly pull my head off Liam’s chest. I stretch while glancing at the other boys, Zayn had already gone to his bed to take a nap before the photo shoot. Niall was eating a hotdog white lounging to my left, Louis was talking on the phone with a smile on his face. Harry was curled up in a ball with a fluffy white blanket, his lips slightly parted. I chuckle and look at Liam who’s wide awake watching the credits roll.

“You awake, love?”

I nod, “Yup. Are we almost there?”

He nods, “Any minute now.”

“Well, I think I’m going to take a nap or something while you guys are at the photo shoot.”

“Why don’t you come with us?” he smiles down at me.

I smile, “Really? That’d be awesome.”

He kisses my forehead, “Well then we’ll bring you along.”

I grin, “Cool, does Paul have my shirt ready yet?”

He shrugs, “I’ll go call him.”

I jump up off the couch so he can get up, he walks to the ‘bedrooms’. I stretch once more and look around, I look at Harry who’s snoring softly into his blanket. I quietly creep over to him and tap on his shoulder, “Haz. Wake up.”

He groans and rolls deeper into the couch, “Harry.” I sigh.

I shove his shoulder, making him jolt upwards, “What?” he says in a groggy voice.

I smile at him, “Wake up. We’re about to be at the photo shoot.”

He nods, “Oh okay.” He rubs his eyes and slowly stands up. “Where’s Liam?”

“He’s talking to Paul about my shirt.”

Harry nods looking down at me with a smile, “Zayn asleep?”

I nod with a smirk, “I wore him out.”

He laughs lowly, “You did. He very competitive, he’ll pout for a while.”

I roll my eyes, “He’s such a wimp.”

Harry laughs, “Pretty much.”

I grin, “You know you still sleep the same way you used to.”

He looks down at me confused, “I do?”

“Yup, you curl up into a ball, your mouth hangs open and you snore.” I nod, a smile on my lips.

He smirks, “You sleep the same way too.”

I smirk, “Shut up. I’m gonna go do my hair.”

He rolls his eyes at me, “For what?”

I walk over to the bathroom door, stopping before I open it to look at him over my shoulder. “The photo shoot, duh.”

His face falls, “You’re going?”

I nod a smile still on my lips, though his was gone completely. “Yeah, Liam said I could. Why?”

He shakes his head, “No reason.”

He darts past me and into the ‘bedroom’, I walk into the bathroom, shutting the door behind me. I can hear muffled speaking. What the hell was wrong with Harry? Did he have a problem with me going with them?