Bully to Boyfriend(Zarry)

Chapter Three

After football practice, Zayn walked home alone. Today he took a short cut through and old ally way. Suddenly the raven haired boy was slammed against the brick wall. Then Harry came into view. "You shouldn't walk in an ally alone." He whispered into Zayn's ear. His breath sent chills down Zayn's spine. Why couldn't Harry just leave him alone? "Some creep could kidnap you... Or worse." He said giving a smile only the devil would wear. Zayn just wanted to go home and study. He pressed his hands against the curly haired boy and tried to push him away.

"Get off, please." Zayn's shaky voice plead.

"Come hang out with me," Harry's low voice said nibbling on the shorter boy's earlobe. He was very frightened. Who was this and what did they do with the jerk Harold? Zayn would much rather talk to him.

"I c-can't,"

"Awh, why not? Don't you want to have a little fun?" Harry said trailing kisses on his neck. When the taller boy hit his sweet spot below his ear Zayn's breath hitched. Harry smiled against his neck and sucked down on the sensitive skin. Zayn accidentally let out a soft moan.

"Harold stop it!" Zayn demanded. Harry stopped and slapped him across his face. Zayn felt tears in his eyes but he blinked them away.

"What did I tell you about calling me that?" Harry spat, slapping Zayn again. Then he walked out of the ally, leaving the dark haired boy with is thoughts. What in God's name just happened? Zayn knew the only way to get him to stop is to call him Harold. But why would he even do that in the first place?

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The next day at school Zayn didn't see Harry at all, that was until last period, English. Harry was waiting for Zayn with a grin on his face. "Good afternoon, Z" he said, like nothing happened yesterday. However the bruise on his face, and the bite on his neck tell a different story. Zayn took a seat and pretended Harold wasn't there. "Well don't ignore me, Z." the curly haired boy pouted. "Zayn!" he whispered rather loudly, earning glares from the surrounding students.

"What do you want?" Zayn snapped.

"How was your day?" Harry asked.

"It was fine, Harry." he replied, annoyed and confused.

"No need to be rude, grumpy pants." Harry laughed at his new nickname for the lad. Neither of the boys said anything for the rest of the class.

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Louis met Zayn at his locker after school. "Hey mate. Your cheek seems to be getting worse," he said with sympathy.

"I know. It hurts really bad too." he said simply shoving books in his bag. After he was done he noticed Niall, and Liam walking down the hall with Harry.

"Awh, look at Zayn and his boyfriend Louis Faglinson!" Liam yelled and only Niall laughed. Was Zayn really dating Louis? Harry got some sort of feeling that hit his hurt. Surly it wasn't jealousy, right?

"Get a life," Louis said walking out of the building. "Are you coming over to study for the test tomorrow?" Lou asked his best mate.

"We never actually study when I come over, we get sucked into video games," Zayn laughed.

"Yeah, but I promise we will actually study. My grades are starting to slip and my mum will kill me if I fail."

"Okay, lets go." Zayn sighed.

The rest of Zayn's night consisted of studying, playing video games, and thinking of the mysterious Styles.

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I was going to update this a while ago with this chapter but I didn't know if it was good enough. The ending is a bit crappy I understand but next chapter will be better I promise. Don't forget to vote!