Change My Mind

Chapter 13(Make it up)

Harry's POV,

I was ready to dive into deep sleep when I heard the crack voice on my window-pane. I ignored it and tried to get back to sleep before I saw a shadow climbing up from my window and entered my room. I was frozed from terror like a dead fish as the man approached me in the dark. Who is it? Should I pretend to asleep? Should I shout out or ran away?

Is he an escaped serial killer?

I should have closed my window.

Is he a raper? Gosh, I sleep in naked.

He stood still near my bed, just standing there without moving. I was sweating as I was freaking out. Bye bye world.

"I know you're awake. Can we talk?", I flinched as I heard his voice. Wait that's Zayn voice. What the fuck!?

I quickly turned on my night lamp only to found Zayn standing in my room.

"What the actual fuck!", I yelled and threw the pillows against his head. "I thought you were the intruder or something"

"Wait, you are! What are you doing in my room at this hour?" I blurted out.

"Lower your voice, curly. You don't wanna wake your mom up, do you?", He smirked at me and tried to sat on the bed.

"Don't you dare to sit on my bed", I warned giving  glare at him.

"Why not? I just want to talk Harry", Zayn explained.

"And why did you sneak into my room like a god damn psychopath?", I questioned. " You're giving me a serial killer vibe"

"It's 1 in the morning, Harreh. I can't knock on your front door", He replied.

"Exactly! It's 1 in the morning for god sake. Leave and try to get some sleep!", I said pointing out the window where he came, gesturing him to leave.

"I can't sleep", Zayn replied.

"But I can. Now just go", I groaned. I'm very moody when it comes to sleep and the thought of Zayn in my room at 1am while I was completely naked under the blanket isn't helping at all. Plus, he's a dick.

"Please Harry", Zayn said, looking straight into my eyes. Fuck you and your stupid bambi eyes, Zayn!

I mentally cursed at him and finally said, "Okay, but I need to put my clothes on first"

His eyes reached on my blanket where I covered my lower body and swallowed hard, "Uh- sure", he blinked rapidy and averted his gaze from mine.

"Don't turn around", I warned and grabbed my clothes, while wrapping the blanket around my body and went into the bathroom.

"Talk", I said, sitting besides him on my bed, making sure there's space left between us.

Zayn's POV,

I sighed, " First thing first, I am truly, madly, deeply sorry for everything I said on that day. I didn't mean any of it. And I don't want you to stay away from me either"

"Since in my childhood, the authority of my father has been a pressure on me. He always expected me to take over his company in LA one day. My dad, he's homophobic. When my sister came out as a lesbian, he couldn't even look right at his own daughter and kept insulting her that she's a disgrace of the Malik family. He even warned me to stay away from homos. Even after my mom and him got divorced, his words kept striking in my head and I believed I was a straight man unless I saw you", I paused, taking a seconds to stare at Harry's eyes and they were like the emerald, growling in the dim light as he was carefully listening to him.