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After he cleaned off my hands I decided to stay the night with Zayn. Even thought he tried not to show it he was truly hurt inside. I just wanted to comfort him and hold him close. Nick doesn't deserve him. I'm pretty glad I fucked him up good though.

•flashback•

When I pulled my hand away from Nicks face, blood immediately leaked from his face and I ignored the throbbing in my hand. His face scrunched up in pain and he stumbled back nearly falling over. I grabbed him by his collar slamming him on the ground his head coming into contact with the floor creating a thud sound.

I grabbed his neck and slammed  it back down on the floor.

"You piece of shit!" I yell. I pull back my hand and throw another punch to his face. Repeating that action until I felt a arm wrap around my torso and I can tell by the wasps erupting in my stomach who it was and immediately pulled back afraid that I was going to hurt him.

"Zayn step back. I don't want to hurt you." My breathing ragged. My jaw clenching and unclenching. I looked down at nicks limp body anger still fueled through me. I go to hit him again but Zayn steps in front of him making me retreat my hand.

"No Harry we have to go now."he says nervously. I can see the fear in his eyes when he looked at me. My face softened at his expression. He grabs my hand making my whole body relax as he pulled me out the door and back down the driveway.

•end flashback•

"Hey Harry." I look up to see Zayn walking into his room. "My dad says it's totally ok for you to stay." I smile at him. He closes his door walking over to his drawer pulling his shirt off along with his pants. I bite my lip as I stared at his brief covered ass. He bent down to grab something off the floor but I turn away because I didn't want to feel like I was violating him.

He walks back over to the bed and climbs in pulling the cover over his body before peeking out from under it and looking at me.

"Well..." He says smiling. "What are you waiting for get comfortable." I roll my eyes chuckling as take off my pants diving into his bed. He cuddled into my side his warm tan skin brushing against mine sending chills and creating goose bumps. I smile because of his hair tickling my face.

We lay there a while. I'm in complete bliss just holding him in my arms. A sigh falls from my lips. Than I hear a sniff. I look at Zayn. I can't see his face but I can feel my chest getting wet.

"Zayn.." I say quietly. His body starts to shake from sobs.

"Zee.. It'll... It'll be alright. " I rub his hair. "What can I do to make it better?" I ask. I really wanted to know what I can do. My best friend is hurting bad and I have no idea how to fix it.

This always happen. Zayn is too sweet for his own good and people take advantage of that. Using him and taking from him, not caring that they leave a broken boy behind.

He shakes his head sniffing again in response. "Do- do you want to talk about it." I whisper. I was never one to talk about feelings. Whether it's mine I'm telling or another's I'm hearing. I hated it. But when it came to Zayn I'd do anything for him. Even if it meant that I'd have to listen to him talk about his feelings. And even than I don't mind talking about it with him.

"I just.. I thought he loved me. He s-said that he loved me. B-but." And he lets out a heart breaking sob. Seeing him like this breaks my heart. And I'm thinking about going back over there and punching Nick in the face until I can't feel my hands anymore.

"Zayn it will be okay I pr-". He sits up pushing me off him.

"No it's not Harry!" He yells making me flinch from the crack in his voice. My chest aches. "I slept with him. I-" he stops looking down at nothing in particularly. My eyes widen and I feel like someone ripped my heart out and threw it on the ground just to step on it.

"Zayn.." He shakes his head. I can see a few tears falling from his face on his covers.

"I know." He hiccups. "I'm and idiot for giving someone who doesn't even love me something so special." He wipes his eyes a little snot on his hand. I pull him close in a hug.

"Zayn you're not an idiot." I whisper. "You're far from it, love."

"But Harry." He starts.

"Shhh." I hush. "I love you Zayn." He pulls away looking at me with those honey colored eyes.

"Yo-you do?" He sniffs. My heart speeds up because I basically confessed my love for him. I decide to play it cool.

"I mean.. Yeah. You're my best friend. Best friends love each other. Do they not?" I ask. He smiles lightly and that makes me smile.

"Yeah you're right. I do love you Harry." He says looking in my eyes and I can't help but imagine him meaning it in a different way.

A/n: Do you peeps have any questions for me that you would like to answer?

I have a question for yous.

What's your favorite color? Lol I know that's a lame question but it's important. Mines blue. 💙

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