Touch (Z.S) (Rewriting)

Chapter 29.

Zayn's P.O.V

After the whole Harry incident- both fighting and finding him helpless and about to get raped- I was tired. No, not tired as in sleepy. I'm tired of everything. I didn't realize how much of a dick I was until I found Harry unconscious in that alleyway. Did I really cause that?

I started the argument. I should of let Harry explain everything and tried to accept it and move on. I shouldn't of just let him walk off, I should of taken him home with me. He could be in bed with me right now cuddling with me with his hair all over the place. I remember when I dropped him off at his and Niall's apartment that night. Niall was in shock and scared for Harry.

This was all my fault.

I was the one who decided to have sex with him and start this whole cheating thing. This problem leads all the way back to me.

I flop onto my couch, memories flooding my mind of me and Harry. Now that I think about it, Harry and I had a lot of sex on this couch. Now all I can think of is Harry's face as he's riding out his orgasm. God he's so cute...

I put my hand over my crotch. I should stop thinking about sex. Now's not the time...

There's a knock on the door. Part of me hopes it's just a random friend. The other part of me hopes its Harry so I could hug him and apologize for everything. This entire situation is my fault and partially his fault, so we have no one to blame for all of this but the both of us.

You know what. I'm gonna go talk to him now. We can still fix this. I can't lose him. I rush to my room and put on a hoodie. After I gather my phone and keys, I rush to the door only to find some buff guy standing in front of me. I was intimidated but I don't let the show.

"Can I help you?" I raise an eyebrow

"Are you Zayn Malik?"

He sounded angry. Who even was he? What the hell did he want? Was I on a kill list or something?

"Um, yeah. Excuse me but come back to me later, I'm in a rush." I try to push past him back he pushes me back into my apartment.

"You're the piece of shit who was messing around with my sisters boyfriend?!" He snaps

"That would be me, yes. What are you going to do about? It happened, get over it. You can't rewind time and undo it." I scoff

I start to walk off but I'm pulled back by my hair and slammed onto the ground. Oh this is what he's here to do. Of course Emily would send her brother to beat me up. She's weak and she just can't get over the fact that Harry chose me over he.

I cringe when his foot makes contact with my stomach. I'm about to get up so I can actually defend myself but he kicks me again. That's going to leave a bruise.

"Is that all you've got?" I groan, clearly in pain

Wrong choice of words. All I can say is that I feel lucky that I passed out after he punched me.

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Harry's P.O.V

What happened last night? My head was pounding, my stomach was turning. Over all, I felt like complete and utter shit.

"Zayn..." I groan, trembling

My body felt a bit numb. I hear footsteps and I hope its Zayn, but of course I know it's not Zayn. Memories of yesterday flood into my head.

"Because you basically forced yourself on me!" I remember telling Zayn. I pushed it too far. If only I kept my mouth shut.

"Don't you dare tell me that I forced myself on you!!"