euphoric (n.s. AU)

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*Niall's POV*

When Zayn entered the main room, his very wide smile faded. His usual scowl returned, making my blood run cold. He studied how Mr. Styles and I sat, grabbing me by my arm and pulling me up to collide with his much larger frame. I winced and hid my face in Zayn's side.

"Who the fuck is this?" He says, asking me instead of Mr. Styles. I flinch at his raised voice and let out a shaking breath.

"I'm Harry." He introduces himself, standing up and straightening his shirt. Zayn eyes him up and down before holding me closer to him.

"I don't care. Why the fuck are you in my house?" Zayn growls, and Harry's taken aback by his rude, unprofessional introduction.

"You see, it seems that Niall is continuously tardy and its becoming a problem." He states. I scoff under my breath. Zayn already knows this. He rolls his eyes and gives Harry a bored stare before pushing me behind him and stepping closer to Harry.

"That still doesn't explain why you're in my house touching my boyfriend." He says through gritted teeth. I slowly follow behind him, setting my hands on his shoulders to ensure him that I am certainly okay.

"Zayn, we didn't-"

"Shut the fuck up Niall." He says, putting his hand up, signalling me to stop talking. Tears pool in my eyes and I blink rapidly in a desperate attempt to rid them. He turns his attention back to Harry and steps closer, to where they are arms length away from each other.

"Get out." He says simply. Harry looks beyond offended, glancing at me every once a while to try to figure out my current emotion. He looks Zayn straight in the eye and straightening his crooked posture.

"Zayn, is it? Look, I'm not, interested in whatever you think I'm trying to do. I only communicate with Niall if it corresponds with work." He tries to explain, but Zayn waves his arms, cutting him off.

"Get the fuck out of my house before I have to do something I probably won't regret." He threatens and Harry raises his eyebrows.

"Do it. I'll just have to tell the police." He says, picking at his nails. I bite my lip. This is getting out of hand.

"Oh yeah? Then when I get out of jail, I'll beat your ass again." He says, smirking. I groan covering my face. This wont end well for either of them if I let this continue. As I'm about to speak up, Harry says the worst thing he could have replied with. My jaw drops.

"Oh, trust me. You wont get out if I happen to tell them what you do to Niall." He smirks and Zayn's eyes widen. He slowly turns around to look at me as if asking that I really told him. I bite my lip and tremble under his hard gaze. He slowly turns back to Harry and he has a gorgeous smirk on his face.

No.

Zayn doesn't say anything else and angrily exits the house, slamming the door behind him. A surge of relief rages through my tensed body and I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding in.

"Harry, why did you tell him that?" I say, breaking the silence. Tears reappear in my eyes at the thought of what will happen when Zayn returns. Harry strides over to me and wraps his arms around my smaller frame and rests his head on mine, sighing.

"I had to show him who's boss..." He mumbles into my hair. I sigh before wrapping my arms around his neck to embrace him back. My heart fluttered when the skin of his neck met my arms.

"What about when he comes back?" I whimper. He sighs before letting me go.

"Guess we'll have to get you out of here then?" He suggests. My face lights up at the thought of leaving.

"I can go to a hotel or..?" I ask. He shakes his head, smoothing my dyed hair out of my face. I closed my eyes, enjoying the feeling of my face being caressed by Harry's large hands.

"No, you can stay with my friend. Its less expensive and I'm sure he won't mind." He tells me and my eyes shoot open.

"No, I'm not good with new people." I whine before capturing myself in Harry's arms once again. He seems startled and uncomfortable but nonetheless goes along with it.

"I can go too?" He mentions and my heart beats out of my chest at the thought of being in his presence for more than a few hours. I nod and he smiles down at me.

"Let me call him and let him know we're coming. Go get whatever you need to take with you until we figure something else out." He instructs and I nod before prancing to my shared; or used to be shared room, with Zayn.

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