I'll Give You My Heart(Zouis)(boyxboy)

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Harry was not a fool.

Actually, he was a very smart boy. All his teachers always appreciated him and his mum thought so.He also got that A- in that science report once.So, he was considerably a smart boy.Well, not as smart as Zayn but then nobody could be as smart as Zayn. The little boy was a genius.

Anyways, Harry was not a fool. So, he knew something was awfully wrong when his mother had come up to his room that night.

Let's start from the beginning shall we.

When to harry was fifteen, as a result of an unpleasant trip to the kitchen, he found out that his father had a severe drinking problem. Des Styles was not exactly the best father you could ask for but still he passed as a decent one.Unfortunately, that year his business had to face a major loss and so things were hard on them.For Des, it meant turning into a clueless, harsh alcoholic.At first, it was just him stumbling late at night and yelling out a few profanities here and there.But after one fateful night, there was a lot of yelling and it was like a loud crackling storm had broken out on the ground floor of their little two story house.

Harry and his younger brother, Zayn, who was merely thirteen at the time, would stay up late every night listening to their parents yell at each other.They would just lay in their own rooms until the yelling got too much for young Zayn. When it felt like hell was gonna break loose downstairs, Zayn would finally give up his brave act.He'd walk up to the room across from his own and silently creep into his brother's embrace.Harry would always keep the door open, for he knew they'd need each other.Both the brothers would cuddle up to each other until the yelling stopped and it was better.Then they'd just hold onto each other as if their lives depended on it.They didn't need words to communicate they had their own language, and they could tell each other how much they needed the other just by holding on.

Days turned to weeks, weeks to months and soon two years had passed like that.The brothers holding onto the only hope left and their parents yelling at the top of their lungs just down the stairs.It had gotten to the point where Zayn stopped sleeping in his own room. In fact, he opted to stay in his older brother's room at all times.Harry was more than okay with that, the curly haired lad felt safer when Zayn was around anyway.So, that he was at arms length if anything were to happen.He felt he could protect him better that way.Harry was seventeen and Zayn was fifteen.

Everything was exactly the same like it was when it all started two years back.Except that now, there were some nights when there was no yelling or screaming.Believe it or not, those were the nights that scared Harry the most.The yelling was more familiar now, like a routine process but the silence.The silence was something they weren't used to and Hence, it was frightening for them.These nights they would stay awake the entire night, waiting for something to happen, anything to happen.They waited as anticipation bubbled itself in their stomachs and made it hard for them to breathe.It's like when you know there's a bug in your room somewhere but you don't know where it is and you can't see it, even though its still in the room.Exactly like that, only much worse.

Now if they were lucky, at some point the yelling would start and they'd be able to breathe again.But they weren't usually that lucky, and had to stay up the entire night waiting for something to happen, anything to happen.Until, exhaustion caught up with them and they passed out.

Naturally, it was one of those nights when it happened.

Harry was already sitting up in his bed, almost curious as to what his mother had to say to them. Zayn was laying right beside him.He knew his little brother was scared.He had his little hands covering his face entirely.His knees were brought up to his chest and it seemed like if he could, Zayn would fold into himself until nobody could see him.Harry carded his fingers through the black hair, trying to ease his brother from the position.Almost as if he was trying to get him ready for what was to come.He was so endorsed in calming his brother that he did not see his mother, who was already in the room standing almost beside him.