Saving You Saves Me ( a zarry hybrid AU )

Chapter 3

ONE WEEK LATER

[ Zayn's p.o.v. ]

it's been a week since I took harry from that god awful place. he's adjusted slowly but he's adjusting. the day I took harry to register him I tried teaching him how to use forks, spoons, cups. harry is a fast learner, I also realized that he needed something to do to feel useful and therefore at ease so I gave him a few simple chores. he looks so happy when he's cleaning or doing anything to please me in general, it makes me feel sort of guilty.

he's gotten used to my touch now, he doesn't jump as often and isn't questioning his own actions as much. he still thinks that I'm gonna hit him no matter how many times I've said I wouldn't.

we've fallen into a routine where harry and I wake up together. I shower and get dressed and he fixes breakfast. we eat, I gather my work things then head out the door with a lunch harry packed for me. after work I come home to a bouncing Niall, a responsible liam and an anxious harry. dinner, then spend some time with the lads and then off to bed. I put some more ear mite ointment in harry's ears and say good night to harry not exactly expecting to hear it back. I gave up on trying to get him to talk, he'll speak on his own terms.

one thing I could get used to though, is waking up with harry in my arms purring and sometimes snoring softly.

"good night harry see you in the morning" I turn off the lights and turn off my alarm being that tomorrow is Saturday.

"good night master" a small but very deep voice filled the room, I almost jumped out of my skin.

I turned and saw harry on his side looking at me slightly unsure of himself. I felt a face cracking smile spread across my face.

"you finally spoke" I let a finger trail across his cheek "you have a beautiful voice." I couldn't help but stare at the plump lips that spoke for the first time.

"last master usually punished me for talking, I thought y-you wou..would be the same" harry sputtered and spoke very slowly, I'm assuming he hasn't had much practice from what he's said.

"but you are a weird master so I guess yo-ou aren't mad at me-e?" why does he have to be so adorable without even trying.

"no I'm not angry at you but please call me Zayn not master. don't ever be afraid to speak or do something you want to do. unless that something is burning down the house" I let myself laugh at the thought when Niall nearly did trying to pop popcorn in a small convection oven. he ran into the living room imitating sweet brown, "oh lord Jesus it's a fire!". I have to admit that I laughed...while trying to extinguish the flames. liam on the other hand wanted to strangle him.

"mast...Zayn would let me lay closer?" he spoke with slow deliberation, I opened my arms and he crawled over resting his head on my chest. I encircled my arms around his naked torso. another thing I learned, harry liked to be naked. which meant that his lower extremities were rubbing against me.  

he held onto me with so much force "comfortable harry?" there was a slight crack in my voice. "yes Zayn" I caught the longing when he said my name.

why should that impact me so much? he said my name, liam uses my name. Niall moans my name the cheeky bastard and that doesn't get my blood going like harry can. sure he's fit beyond belief but why has making him trust me become my mission in life.

harry turned his head to the side to look at me. "are you ok Zayn? do you want a neck rub?"

my neck has been killing me all day and he noticed. I ran both hands through his curls gently past his ears. I kissed him on his temple and shook my head yes.