Bad Kitty (Zarry)

Chapter 53

January 12th 11:45 A.M

Harry tossed and turned, he hadn't left Michael's apartment. He'd been cooped up from the fear of going out and running into anyone he wasn't too fond of. Not those men who kidnapped him and tried to do things to him he can't even put in words, he couldn't run into Niall whom been nothing but kind to him, he couldn't run into Liam knowing that he would probably talk him back into seeing them or even Zayn....

Zayn was the worst, aside from those creepy fucking men. He didn't want to see the man he thought he was in love with. Every time Harry thought about the raven haired man, it brought tears to his eyes. The fact that he thought he'd found someone to love and cherish, all went down the drain in a heartbeat.

Why even bother leaving when Michael has been nothing but sweet, buying him things, feeding him some of the best foods, showering him with compliments and milk, letting him sleep in one of the comfiest beds he's ever been inside of.

This right here, it should have been the life but what is a life like this when you don't have the person you love to share it with?

Sighing, the kitten like man rubbed his eyes with closed fists.

It's been more than several days since the attack, since the fear of being gone forever had vanished. Sure, Harry should have been long gone out of the country but seeing that he's still in the clear after a couple of days had past. He wasn't daring the move, he wasn't stupid to go out and expose himself after the events.

So he stayed, locked away for his own good.

Michael stopped bringing the three men up, the three men Harry once trusted. After awhile of nagging to talk to them and let them know that he's okay, Harry had snapped and bit him on the arm to shut up and let him be. So that subject ended real fucking quick, those men were in the past and Harry was looking forward to a new future without being a burden on anybody but Michael.

There was still this lingering feeling that something wasn't right though, Michael left during the night and would come back in the early mornings with knitted brows and whispering to himself about how fucked up he was.

Course Harry never questioned the other man, not wanting to anger him. But something definitely wasn't right about that man, the way he'd chew his finger nails and twitch, locking himself in his room for hours until dinner time.

Again, Harry never mentioned it. It's not like Michael was going to kill him or anything, he knew the colorful haired man was in love with him.

But....people in love can also hurt who they're in love with.

Touching the back of his neck, where the chip used to be....that was the most painful thing he'd ever gotten removed. The initials on his bum thankfully faded away, that sick man sucked at claiming things when burns can be healed.

Everything that's happened to him made him realize that he was better off as an alley hybrid, without drama or the pain of a heartbreak.

Harry couldn't lay here anymore, it was already going to be 12 and he had yet to get up and meet Michael in the kitchen like he promised he would. So without fighting his thoughts, he got up and dressed himself in the red sweater and black joggers Michael had bought for him.

There was light music playing in the living room, the lights were dim and the kitchen smelled of pancakes and syrup.

''Harry, Hey! I'm so glad you came out, I was starting to worry if maybe...I upset you or something. How are you?''

Smiling from Michael's worried voice, he always had something to stay nervous about.

''Look, I made pancakes and there's fresh blueberries and strawberries on the counter if you'd like any of those. I wanted to make more food for you but I noticed I was low on groceries so I might have to head out soon and get a few things. Anything you want?''