Stay [Larry Stylinson]

Chapter Six

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Harry POV

Steady beeping filling the air as I lay there in an unfamiliar bed unable to open my eyes, yet still conscious of the voices around me.

"Maybe he'll wake up soon", one voice said, nervousness lining every word.

"He will", I recognized the sound coming from Liam.

"It's been two days!" The anxious voice shrilled, on the verge of cracking.

"Louis he will, he took a pretty hard hit. Give it time", I recognized the voice as Niall's.

I wanted so badly to reach out and hug my friends and let them know I was awake but my body wouldn't move. Battling with myself for what seemed like hours, I finally shifted in my uncomfortable position and said his name. The name of the boy who was responsible for the throbbing pain I was now feeling. "Zayn", it was meant to come out with hatred but with my sleepy weak state it left my pink lips as a mumble. My eyes slowly opened sleepy crust on the rim, to see I was immediately surrounded by my three mates all with worried yet happy faces.

"Harry! Harry you're awake are you okay? Do you feel pain at all?", Louis rambled on.

"No I'm fine", I mumbled still dazed from awaking after two days of rest. "Zayn hit me" I said again.

"Yes, Zayn hit you but your jaw is recovering, you'll be fine", Niall stated making it clear he wasn't too thrilled with the way my ex acted.

I kept lying my best over and over at their repeating questions like, 'are you okay?', 'do you feel any pain?'. I just said I was fine when honestly it felt like someone was stabbing me every time I uttered a word. But I forced myself to push away the pain as I thought about the raven haired boy who had just hit me, I was going to give him what he had coming. I noticed my friend staring me down as if he knew what I was thinking. I ignored my plans for getting revenge on Zayn and put on my best innocent face.

He didn't buy it, "No Harry. There's no point in getting back at him, it'll only make things worse mate." Damn I was a terrible actor.

Next thing I knew, the beautiful blue eyed boy was sitting on the hospital bed worry crossing his face, "who was the guy that punched you?" He genuinely sounded concerned, I swapped nervous glances with Ni. He knew I didn't want Louis to know that he was the reason Zayn had been so upset with me.

I took his face in my hands, "don't worry about it", was all I said, he still looked anxious obviously still wanting to know. "Another time", I said softly kissing his nose.

He started giggling like a child before kissing my nose back, "so what di-", I was interrupted by a nurse rushing in asking how I was, I told her I was fine and just wanted to leave. She scribbled a few things down on paper before nodding and turning a few machines off.

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That felt like forever but I am finally back at my own loft. Niall and Liam left a while ago to grab some clothes because they wanted to stay the night, they tried to say it was because they really wanted to spend time with me but I knew the real reason, they wanted to make sure Zayn didn't come over or I didn't go find him. They left Louis to watch me while they were gone. I made a few calls to my mum and I think it's safe to say she was thrilled that Louis and I were together. Well not in that sense but friends. I spared her the information about Zayn, knowing she's just make a big deal out of it.

I finally walked back into the living room to find Louis asleep on the long black couch. He looked so cute sleeping, it's like we were kids all over again. I leaned over and swept a few hairs from his face before leaning down and kissing his forehead. I scribbled down a note for the boys to find:

"Be back later, have fun and make yourselves at home. -Harry x

p.s. Niall, please don't hate me."

I took a quick glance at the sleeping Louis before grabbing my jacket heading out the door, locking it behind me and setting the key back in it's hiding place.

Payback time Zayn Malik.

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The chilling spring wind hit my face with icy blows. I sucked in my cheeks and jumped in my car adrenaline pumping through my veins. Gripping the steering wheel as hard as possible while trying to focus on the road ahead, I swerved through the evening traffic. I finally came upon the familiar house I was looking for. Stepping out I was immediately greeted by the godawful smell of cigarette smoke, I jogged to the back yard to try and find Zayn. He was sitting in the grass smoking while singing a song I recognized as 'Let Me Love You', I stood in his view, he stopped singing right away and he jumped to his feet unmistakably caught off guard.

"Styles." He growled through his clenched teeth.

What the hell? If anyone here should be mad it's me. "Payback Malik."

With that I flew my right arm hitting him square in the jaw before he fell to the ground, me going down with him. I shot a quick punch to his chest before he raised his hands and shoved me off.

"I give up you win" he breathed. Wait what? I knew him to well to know this was a trick but I was cold, tired and still sore from his previous attack, I mumbled and turned around waking back to my car.

Within seconds he was on top of me throwing his fist to my chest. I managed to get up and spun to face a raging Zayn. Once again I was on the ground after his left foot connected with my stomach. I doubled over on the grass clutching my stomach, the raven haired boy took this as an opportunity to slam his fist to my face with as much force as he could. I rolled over spitting up blood while cursing. I was feeling discouraged and hated myself for getting myself into this. I was ready to almost give up when he leaned down and stuck his pink lips to my ear, "when I'm done with you, I'm going after your little football playing boyfriend next" hatred lining his words.

No not Louis. I mustered up as much strength as I could, not thinking of anything except Lou as I swung my left fist to his temple. Making him stumble backwards, I used his distraction to a advantage and wrapped my arm around his tan neck bringing us once again to the ground. My legs tightened around his hips, he was now on top of me backwards, me still holding his throat firmly. He flailed and gasped trying to get air.

"Say you'll leave Louis alone and I'll go!" I yelled squeezing tighter. I hated doing this to the boy I loved not just a week ago, but I couldn't risk Louis getting hurt.

He choked a few times before sputtering "fine", I released my grip, both of us separating. I gave him a final warning look before jumping in my car and speeding back home.

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EDITED: 1/13/14