The Guy With The Rose

Neighbours

The story will always be in Hannah's POV unless I say otherwise.
HARRYS' nearly coming.

We woke to screaming, I immediately wrapped my arms around Zayn looking at him with worry spread across my face. My vision soon got blurry with all the tears that were forming.

He placed his lips on my head and told me not to worry and stay behind him. My mother also switched the lights on looking at us with panic written all over her face. The main reason I was holding onto Zayn for dear life was because he knew that I suffered from anxiety and that my mum didn't know; I didn't want her to find out this way.
Zayn inched closer to the window and stared out at the house next to ours, he was right the screaming was coming from next door. The screaming was of a woman. What was happening was someone in trouble?

This mere thought bought back so many memories, I clutched onto Zayn's jumper tightly which caused him to stare at me and hug me with comfort and care.
"Han listen remember what I said I'm going to protect you no matter what"
He wiped away the endless flow of tears streaming down my face.
"Just remember, I love you and I'll always protect you till the day I'm gone"
"I love you too Z"
He is definitely the best big brother there is.

He looked at my mum and walked out with my hand in his and mum trailing behind us cautiously and slowly, I mean I wouldn't blame her after all she's been through.
Zayn knocked on the door, screaming and pleas were heard from behind the door calling out for help. Not a second later, Zayn broke the door down and what we were faced with made me let go of Zayn and take a few steps back and stand near my mum.

The memories played on repeat in my head it was exactly what was going on right in front of our eyes, a woman was getting hurt by an older man supposedly her partner. One look at my mum and she ran into the house crying whilst Zayn ripped the man off of her where I saw a boy around my age and a girl looking older.

I rushed to them, they both looked hurt but the boy was unconscious. Zayn had taken the woman to our house also the girl who I think was the boy's sister. "Harry" she said "His name is Harry"

I called out his name repeatedly and slowly his eyes opened before closing again because of the light. They were soon opened were I was met with green irises covered with gloss, I knew he had been crying I was too but mine had dried up.
"Harry my name is Hannah and my family have moved in next door and I'm here to help"

I went into the kitchen and got a wet cloth to place on his bleeding head, once I returned he was full on crying. I helped him stand up and took him to my house were I saw the girl sleeping on the sofa and my mum talking to the woman(who presumably was their mum) and Zayn placing a wet towel on the girl's bleeding head. I just took Harry to my room and told him to sleep on it.

Luckily he agreed and laid down in my bed and I stayed until I was sure he had fallen asleep and made my way downstairs. Mum and the woman weren't there she had probably taken her to her room and the girl was covered with a blanket and Zayn was sitting on the opposite sofa whilst on the phone.

Once he got off it he looked at me and opened his arms which I went into and placed my head in the crook of his neck. His hugs always made everything better. All he did was carry me upstairs and laid me in his bed before joining me and cuddling up to me. A goodnight was the only word exchanged before we fell asleep in each other's comfort.

Zayn is big brother goals like I want a big brother like him
Short chapter sorry forgive me oh great ones

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