OH HELLO
ight I did read all the other chapters and it's so cringe IM SO EMBARESSED
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."Zayn, open up" Harry has been knocking for almost 10 minutes now, where the fuck is Zayn. he called him there and he is just un fucking believable person to fucking walk on this earth. it sucks cause he does not really care about anyone else who cares about him except himself. Harry was concerned about him a lot, he was in such a bad state when harry dropped him home.
"The door is open" harry heard that familiar voice shout from inside, even though it was low he figured out what it was. he felt dumb knocking on a door which was open for a long time. he pushed the wooden door open entering the palace like place. everything was quiet this house always felt so dead, and abandoned you wont believe someone actually lives in here.
"Zayn!?"
"I'm up here" he heard Zayn shouting from upstairs, he went upstairs as fast as he could to see Zayn or his alter whoever laying on the floor smiling, his legs were wounded badly there was blood. does he wanna die or some? cant he just take care of himself this is sad. no cause it is.
"what the heck is this, i thought you were gonna bandage that wound or go see a doctor bro just what are you doing on the floor Zayn?!"
"help me up princess" Zayn said tryna stand up holding onto harry for support. "yinno Harry I'm actually doing alright appreciate your concern and shit"
"then why the fuck did u call me? oh what did u say again dear harry kindly get your ass up here it gets pretty lonely right?"
"pretty mouth you got, you are so dead when I'm back to normal" Zayn said with a straight face making harry smile a bit. he made Zayn sit on a chair, he found the first aid box in the shelf harry wasn't a doctor but he knew how to cover a wound.
"where were you yesterday"
"i don't remember shit harry i told you, i haven't been in control for 5 fucking days. i woke up like this i got no idea Zain aint saying shit" harry hummed trying his best to cover the wound properly, he doesn't know that he was with Kyle or well Zain yesterday should he tell him?
"harry" Zayn asked, harry hummed in response. the raven haired lad moved closer to harry making his breathe hitch. he leaned forward hugging him, even if it was for like a few seconds harry felt comfortable and he felt warm. "you are not that bad, and thanks" he said with a smile.
no Zayn being nice is rare.
"stop with that smile Harreh"
"i was with you.."
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