Princess ♕ narry

{thirteen}

Harry arrived at the flat to loud screaming, the noise of something being thrown and a voice shouting for them to all stop. Harry ran to where the noise was coming from to see Liam sitting on the floor with a pale looking Louis laying in his lap, clutching his head. There was a broken vase with a small bit of blood smeared across one of the shards and Zayn was standing on the other side of the room looking like he'd just made the worst decision of his life.

Zayn took one look at Harry and ran out of the room, pushing past him and outside. Harry was split, but Liam seemed to have Louis.

He went after Zayn.

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Zayn knew that he'd made a mistake. He couldn't believe himself. He'd never intended to hurt anyone, but the pain he felt was too much. He couldn't take it.

"Zayn!" Harry was coming after him.

"Go away!" Zayn shouted back. Harry didn't. He kept running and grabbed Zayn's arm.

"Harry please." Zayn said weakly.

"No. Talk to me. What the hell happened?" Harry pulled Zayn down, sitting with him in the grass near the back of their flat. Zayn laid back, outlining the slow forming knot and the handprint on his face.

"Okay." He sighed softly.

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An hour earlier

Zayn had just gotten home from work and in his usual manner went directly to take a shower, but he stopped when he heard voices down the hall. Louis and Liam, he was completely certain.

He'd already had a terrible day working. He had to service an older gentlemen who wasn't exactly the friendliest of people. He yanked Zayn's hair, called him a slutty faggot and spit on him after he'd roughly fucked him without lube. Zayn had been left in the motel room bleeding and alone, marking this down as one of his worst days yet.

So, he walked down the hall briskly and flung open Louis's door to see Liam and Louis cuddled up in bed. He felt an odd twinge in his heart seeing this and almost immediately began crying. Liam went to get up, but Louis held him back, getting up instead.

"Listen here you slut," Louis began, getting in Zayn's face. Zayn was shocked. Louis hadn't ever talked to him that way. "Not every guy in this world is your's to fuck. So stop searching for pity where you aren't going to get it."

Now, Zayn was pissed.

"How dare you say something like that to me? I make the money for everyone in this goddamn house. I don't slut around because I like it, I slut around because it pays. So while your ungrateful ass sits here and jerks off with sanitation gloves, I'm out getting money so we can eat. You fucking piece of shit. No wonder your dad didn't want you." Zayn sneered.

Louis gasped, striking Zayn across the face. Liam surged forward, pulling Louis back. Louis pushed him off and went towards Zayn again. He picked a vase up from his shelf and hit it against Zayn's forehead, knocking him off balance.

"What the fuck you crazy shit!" Zayn cried out, letting his fingers linger on the blood coming from his forehead. He yanked the vase from Louis's hand and threw it, aiming for across the room but instead hitting Louis. His vision was blurred, and things were dizzy but he still tried to go towards Louis after he realized what he had done. Liam pushed him back.

"Zayn, stop." Liam breathed, looking at him. Zayn felt a second round of tears pour out. Liam had clearly picked which side he'd rather be on.

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