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I hissed as Zayn put more pressure on my busted knuckles. A sigh falls from his pink lips.

"Harry, you didn't have to do that." He looks up at me with those beautiful eyes of his.

"I did. I needed to teach that fucker a lesson." I said

"No you did-" I cut him off.

"He put his hands on you. No one and I mean no one is allowed to do that to you." I said angrily. I can feel my breathing pick up.

"But Harry-"

"No Zayn!" I yell making him flinch. He stopped cleaning my hands closing his eyes and sighing. "I-I'm sorry." I whisper. " I didn't mean to yell or make you upset. Please don't be upset." I plead lifting his chin up to face me. His eye is swelling and the sight makes my blood boil again. "I just want to protect you. You're my best friend" I finish. I love you.

A smile appears on his beautiful face. "I'll be fine, yeah." He mumbles. "I'll always have you to protect me." He chuckles.

"Yeah. You can count on that. Always."

"Always." He replies looking in my eyes. I wanted to lean in. So badly but I knew he didn't feel that way for me. Why would he? I'm so fucked up.

He could never love me.

"Maybe we should have washed your hands first before we started cleaning it." He chuckles. It breaks me out of my day dream.

"Yeah that probably is a good idea." I laugh looking at my hands. I hop off the counter turning around to face the mirror. I pull my shirt over my head noticing that some of his blood splattered on my clothes. My muscles flexed as I rinsed all the mixed blood of mine and Nick's off my hands, ignoring the slight sting.

I turn around after I finished and see Zayn look away quickly. Was he looking at my ass? The thought makes my dick twitch.

I jump back into the counter top my jeans getting a little wet from the water on the sink when I washed my hands. He grabs my hands and I shiver. He doesn't seem to notice and continues to dry my hands off. After he does that he pours alcohol on my cuts making me jerk my hand away. I make a hiss sound and Zayn chuckles.

"Oh come on it didn't sting that bad." He reaches for my hand again.

"I'm a tough guy but that fucking st-stung." I stutter at end as he leans down and blows lightly on my hands. It makes my whole body twitch with want. Need. And I let out a shakily breath. He gently messages the back of my hand with one of his hands while reaching in the kit to grab some ointment. He takes q-tips and covers it in ointment before applying that to my hands. It's cool but feels good, relieved at the same time.

He than goes back in the kit taking out a gauze wrap. I watch his every move. So graceful and delicate and beautiful. I don't see why anyone would hurt him. His brows scrunch in concentration as he does the last few wraps. I didn't realize he finished even though I was staring at him until he cleared his throat.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" He questions.

"Because you're beautiful." I say the first thing that comes to mind. His eyes widen and I realize what I said.

"Harr-" but I cut him off before there is any room for rejection.

"Haha. See what I did there. Remember the movie we watched. Uh what was it called. The Stars in Our Fire or something." I say nervously.

He starts to laugh, full blown laughter and I hope it's not because he realizes that was a shit cover up.

"That is definitely not the name." He says and I let out a relieved breathe. "It's The Fault in Our Stars." He chuckles again. His eyes all crinkly and his tongue peeking between his teeth. My heart melts.

"Well whatever." I rolled my eyes smiling at the beautiful boy in front of me.

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