My dear servant/Zarry

chapter 33

Zayn's pov:

I was staring at the mirror, pulled up the edge of my t-shirt, seeing my body, there were so many bruises and hickeys. That's why today I wore a fully covered dress to cover myself. Last night David was rough, and I am still in pain. He did wax play and burned my whole body, I couldn't scream, couldn't squeal, couldn't move. I was paralysed at that time, my brain was not functioning, only hatred on harry's eye reflecting in my mind.

I was on the verge of crying. Harry will always hate me. He will never love me if he found out all this. How I will answer him? Will he be able to accept my body? All of these thoughts once came to me in the past 6 years and now again these thoughts are coming back.

I broke out in crying, couldn't control it anymore. I am ashamed of my body now. What if he ever sees it? What if he got to know about all these? I am not caring about anything and I started crying loudly.

"Zayn, quick, we are getting late" I heard harry's voice, knocking on the bathroom door

I stopped crying, took a deep breath and wiped my tears, trying to fade my crying face, in all possible ways. I was in the bathroom for almost half an hour, and all I did was cry. Ops I almost forgot that he told me to get ready, where I am not ready for a bit. How can I get ready so quickly?

I sighed, wiped my tears quickly and when I think I was ready and my act was normal, I opened the door. I jumped a little when I found harry was there standing by crossing his arm above his chest. I looked down, biting my bottom lip. I usually bit my bottom lip to get rid of nervousness and to calm myself.

"What makes you so much late in the bathroom?" Harry spat at me through his gritted teeth, making me flinch. I only made my gaze down, didn't have dared to look up to meet harry's angry green eyes.

I gasped when he tilted my face up, with his index on my chin. On that my golden teary eyes met with harry's confused green eyes.

"Were you crying?" Harry asked nowhere, his voice was straight and silent. I gulped my saliva and tried to form a forced smile, though I felt I can break out in cry anytime.

"No, no, I am not crying, I am good sir" I lied, with a slight smile and tried to look down, but the way he was holding my face and his intense glare, it was difficult to look anywhere.

His hand went to my cheek from my chin and it was almost like he was about to cup my cheek, but before that, he pulled his hand away.

"We are getting late, just be quick," Harry said coldly.

"Sir, I have to be ready, Can you please give me 15 minutes to get ready?" I said slowly, looking down, hoping harry will not yell.

"Just be ready in 5 minutes" harry spat at me before leaving the room.

How I will be ready so quickly. Thank God I already made Aleena ready. Niall has come a little ago and he took Aleena with him, he wanted to play with her, but he was unlucky to play as she was sleeping.

I ran toward the wardrobe, tried to find a suitable dress to wear which will cover my whole body.

I took a long sleeve black t-shirt and a black jacket, and tight black jeans. I was in all black today.

I only wore a black t-shirt and I was about to wear my jeans at that time, I heard knocking in the house. I am sure it is Harry again. Oh God is five minutes got over so quickly or do I take much time to choose my outfit.

"Zayn, five minutes over and you didn't even dress. " I heard harry's voice and my eyes shot up at him. I quickly tried to cover myself but I couldn't and I ended up colliding in the ground.