Blind... ( Zarry Stylik )

Chp 23: Gone gay for styles...

Quote of the day: Personally, the worst thing a boy can do to a girl is to ignore her while she's loving him with all her heart." -Liam Payne ❤️

Zayn's P.O.V

I smile as I walk in the area where mine and Harry's room is, me and Liam had planned the perfect day for Harry and I.

It has everything Harry likes, well I hope he likes.

I sigh smiling at the piece of paper that was in my hands. It was the full plan of what was going to happen tomorrow.

As I get to the door of the room I let out a little breath, hoping if I opened the door I wouldn't see a sad Harry.

As I put the key I hear the satisfying sound of the key unlocking the door, I push the door open with a big smile but it disappears as I see a figure on the floor....

"Harry?" I mutter looking at him on the floor.

Suddenly my eyes widen as I let out a loud gasp.

"HARRY!" I scream running towards his frail figure, I crouch down and touch his face.

He felt so, cold?

"What the hell happened to you, kitten? I whisper while picking him up.

As I walk towards his bed I put him down and I just couldn't help but look at him.

"God Zayn, when did you go gay?" I mutter while looking down.

"Harry Styles... You've made me go gay for you." I laugh.

"Gone gay for the Styles." I smile as I think of it, but quickly shake my head.

Within a second I hear a knock on the door. (Guess who u think it is first in ur head hehe)

I walk up to the door and pull it open not expecting to see her standing right there anger in her eyes.

"Take care of him, I'll be back later." She spat out while walking away.

That was pretty scary if you ask me, she seemed like she was about to murder someone.

I look back to see Harry wiggling around whimpers coming out of his mouth as he did so.

I walk over to him and lie down. (Zarry time!)

As I do so I feel his hands go around my waist, his head getting pushed into my chest. It felt kind of uncomfortable from the way I was lying down so I moved a little making him lie on top of me instead.

I let out a breath and let my eyes close, but a picture of beautiful (the girl) came into my head, she looked so angry for some reason, I wonder why? I think I'll ask her later.

I nod my head at that and let sleep take me away.

Beautiful's P.O.V (The girl)

I let out a frustrating sigh as I start to run after that bastard who did that to Harry.

He can do that to me any day but if you even do something to hurt him or anyone I care for, you won't be able to walk for weeks.

As I got out the door I looked around to see the boy sitting on a chair.

I let out a inhuman noise making his head turn to me.

Fear was now shown on his face as he looked at me, he got up and started to run.

Sadly he didn't know that I could run faster than him.

"I've been running from shit all my life for so long, you won't get away!" I yell at him.