Saving You Saves Me ( a zarry hybrid AU )

Chapter 6

A/N: I wanna thank everyone that voted and commented. everyone that commented, you guys made my year I couldn't stop giggling. people are looking at me weird

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Zayn P.O.V.

everything was going fine up until Harry came back from Tomlinson's office which scared me but I decided I was gonna talk to him when we got home. for now I had to busy myself with getting this bi-weekly report done before bad things happen. Harry just sat there wrapped up in his own head asking me every other second if I needed help with anything. time seemed to go by hours blending together and before I knew it it was time to leave. "it's time to go love, got everything?" Harry noded and got up to stand with me taking my hand. we walked out of the building and to the car arriving home in what seemed like seconds. I unlocked the door and let Harry go in first he went straight to our room without saying a word.

I was gonna go after him but Niall appeared and tackled me into one of his hugs and I had to hug back. "how was your day with Harry, as exciteing as you thought it would be?" he then grabbed my cheeks and moved them around my face. "how did you know that Harry was going with me?" I tried to feel my face but Niall wasnt done playing with it yet.

"of course Liam told me, he tells me everything. even things that I dont want to know he tells me because he cant keep a secret out of guilt" he started giggling. "speaking of liam where is he? I didn't see his car outside"

Niall pulled a face while answering me "he has some school thing to do so he's at the library with some guy" he crosses his arms and stared out a window clearly he didn't like this situation. "it's ok Ni, no one is going to steal him away from you. besides, how long did it take for Liam to figure out you were flirting with him?" he laughs at the memory his pose relaxing, "you're right, he's adorably helpless" I left Niall downstairs to look for Harry, I poke my head into our room to see he's buried under the covers. I gently sit on the end of the bed.

"Harry? everything all right?" I ran my hands through his hair playing with his curls at the end. "Harry baby please, talk to me?"

"just tired, may I sleep?" he turned slightly so I could look him in the eye. he looked broken and tired, there is something else's in his eyes that I don't understand. I know he's lying, there's something not right and I can only help but wonder.

"it was Tomlinson right? how did he hurt you?" my voice rising along with my anger. I grabbed his shoulders and turned him so he was facing me "what did he do?" I tried to remain calm and for the most part it's working but the fear I see in harry's eyes don't make it easier. "h...he called me names and it reminded me of last master and how he treated me. he just reminded me of him and it scared me" he burst into tears and buried his face in the crook of my neck. I rocked us back and forth until he calmed a bit "are you hungry boo? do you want dinner now or sleep." I kissed his eyelids holding him tighter. "sleep please" I put him under the covers and kissed his cheeks, he looked up at me with so much adoration it was killing me. I stripped and got under with him pulling him to my chest. "good night harry"

I woke up to my alarm and found harry laying on top of me. I brushed the hair from his face and gently stroked his furry ears. I silently laughed at how he scrunched his face and flicked his ears when I put my finger inside his ear.

"it's time to get up Harry, we got to get to work" he started stirring a bit groaning and burying his head in my chest. "ive 'ore minuts" he mumbled into me. "Harry, you know if I give you more time you'll never get up in time. you won't be able to take a shower if you keep sleeping" with a threat to his shower he clumsily bolted into action nearly walking into several walls in the process.

I went downstairs to get some semblance of breakfast going. I saw a irritated looking Niall sitting at the kitchen table. "what's wrong Ni, someone eat the last bag of crisps" never take food from Niall James Horan is all I got to say. "Liam is still at the library with some eejit instead of here with me." he pouts angrily stabbing his cereal. "it's ok NiNi, he'll be back soon, most likely with food and then you guys can do what you usually do." I say pinching his cheeks then going back and finishing our take to work breakfasts.

we got to the office with no trouble except for Harry. he's been acting a little off, I would ask but it's most likely nerves. we sat at my desk getting settled when Tomlinson's assistant comes out of the elevator and quickly comes to a stop in front of me.

"Mr.Tomlinson would like to see you in his office" her sickly sweet tone makes me slightly nervous. I don't question her I simply stand up and walk towards the elevator. "the hybrid too, Mr.Tomlinson would like to see the both of you"

now I question "why does he want the both of us? Harry doesn't work here and the last time he went up to that pretentious arse, he cane back half traumatised." if my tone doesn't send my message my body language should. I'm standing nose to nose with her but she doesn't flinch. that fact makes me angrier, how soft have I gotten? I used to keep people away with a simple scowl. "he has a business proposition that requires the both of you. please, walk this way" she gestures towards the elevator and starts walking.

I look back at Harry and immediately I can feel my face soften and my insides feel like goop. I can't breathe from how much of that tickling sensation I feel in the pit of my gut. I look at him and I know, I know that I want to give him everything and more. all of me, and that still wouldn't be enough. he's sat there cowering into my desk, like he can't get far away enough. "Harry" I try as softly as I can and take his hand "it's ok baby, I'm not mad at you. I'm not mad at anyone it's ok let's go." I lead him into the elevator and hold him close.

the elevator reaches it's destination and we quickly step off it and walk the short distance between it and "it's" office. I swear if he hurts Harry in any way I'll strangle him till his pretty little eyes pop out and use them for car ornaments. should I be so flagrant? or more discreet? maybe I should quietly quit and leave. then in the dead of night I'll kidnap him, rip up his stomach and spill all his entrails. it would be blamed on a bunch of Satan worshipers or maybe aliens. if I do aliens there's less to buy, I just have to make a crop circle around the body. what about radiation? where's Google when you need it.

I feel a timid tug on my shirt and look up to see everyone's staring at me. "have a good nap yeah?" "It" laughs at his own joke. I give him my best angry face and stay silent.

"well then, on to business Mr.Malik. I'm in need of a competent floor manager on your level. I see you've been here for a while and you've done very well. I think it's time for a promotion and a pat on the back."

holy crap

"what do you say Mr.Malik, there's a lot more responsibility but a lot more pay. Harry has an opportunity as well." he walked around his desk and stood in front of harry speaking softly. which is plain weird, what is going on here. "what about Harry, he's a hybrid and he's mine"

in every sense of the word, MINE.

Tomlinson turns to me and his voice goes back to his icy tone. "I know, what ever he makes goes to you. since he us a hybrid I can't pay him but I can pay you. savvy?" I sigh and look down to where Harry is hiding. he never left my side, if anything he got closer. "throughout my time here you've made it quite clear your distaste for hybrids. why would you want to be close to one?"

"that's true, I don't like hybrids" he walks towards his desk deliberatly slow. "but, I can't deny their usefulness. Harry would be running simple errands like coffee runs and messenger boy. nothing more, he'll have his own desk in my office for convenience. what do you say?"

obviously I don't trust him, but I could use the extra cash. I don't like that he'll be alone with Harry, but maybe having a "job" would make him feel less like a servant and more equal. Harry isn't looking at me, he seems more interested on what the floor looks like than the conversation going on in front of him. "Harry? what do you want?" in the end it's his life and time, he should have the last say. he seemed stunned for a second that I asked, but it soon turned plain again. "whatever Zayn thinks is best, I'll agree with" he gave me a small smile and turned to face the floor.

I looked back at Tomlinson, who patently waited this entire time. "we'll take the job. when do we start"