(written by MrsNiallHoran :3)
-- Harry's POV --
"But none of this even matters." I sighed, dropping my arms from his shoulders and back to my sides. "There's no hope for us, Zayn."
"Don't talk like that."
"Why not? I'm just pointing out the obvious. My mum forbade me from even talking to you - and I hope to God she doesn't come check on me and realize I snuck out - and you want to leave, and now that I got expelled my mum probably isn't going to unground me until I'm thirty... The odds are all against us, Zayn. There's zero hope for us." I explained, shaking my head, feeling tears in my eyes. "Love isn't going to change any of that."
Zayn raised his hands to cup my cheeks, gently wiping underneath my eyes with his thumbs and then just gazing at me for a moment. "Look at me." he ordered softly, and I slowly raised my watery eyes to his equally watery golden-brown orbs. "Love is the strongest thing in the world. It's stronger than anything. It can do anything. No matter what, love always win. Like in fairytales. There's always a happy ending."
"But this isn't a fairytale, Zayn." I sniffled, shaking my head and backing away from him and his touch, crossing my arms around myself almost self-consciously, as if to comfort myself, staring at my feet. "This is real life. Real life doesn't have happy endings."
"Everything is right in the end, so if something's not right, it's not the end." he assured me gently, stepping towards me and wrapping his arms around my waist, pulling me close. I sort of curled up into him despite everything, resting my forehead on his shoulder while I cried. He held me tightly, one arm around my waist and the other over my shoulders, hand on the back of my head, fingers lightly stroking my hair. "That's what my mum always told me to make me feel better whenever I was upset. Things aren't right now, so it's not the end. This isn't the end of our story, Harry, and I'm not going to let it end like this."
"What other choice do we have?" I mumbled, sniffling. "How are we supposed to do this, Zayn? I'm forbidden to see you. I can't just keep sneaking out. My mum's gonna find out eventually. And I got expelled and you fired so I can't see you at school... What can we do? We're fucked, Zayn. Just admit it. There's zero hope for us. Love is strong, yeah, but love can't fix everything."
"Maybe, but love can work miracles."
"We could sure use one of those now."
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