Give Me Love

Chapter 9

Harry's POV:

                                *NEXT MORNING*

I opened my eye and the only light on the room came from the tv. Next to me, Zayn was snoring softly in my ear, his arm draped over my hip. His hair was a mess and he was only in boxers. I pressed my lips to his forehead, tears forming in my eyes as my fingers played with his hair, my eyes studied him and my heart ached. It killed me not really knowing what we were. We didn't really talk about it... We've just had sex for the second time. Were we dating or just friends with benefits? I don't know. It killed me even more knowing all the shit he's been through. His mom abandoned him, his dad abused him and now his dad was trying to get back into his life. Sometimes I'm afraid for him. He has anger issues and I'm afraid one day he'll break. I'm the only one that's ever truly cared about him. Whenever his dad was in one of his moods, Zayn would escape to my house and I would comfort him and 'protect' him in a sense. Now that we've done what we've done, I feel like he needs me more than ever. Even though he's broken, I feel like I can help him mend and show him that people can love him.

"I love you, Zayn. I love you so much." I whispered, wrapping my arms around him and pulling him closer.

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The couch squeaked and I slowly emerged from my sleep.

"Sorry.. I didn't mean to wake you." Zayn said as he got off of the couch.

 "S'all good. What time is it?" I asked as I stretched.

 "Almost 1pm." He laughed and I groaned. I sat up and yawned, rubbing my eyes.

 "Where you going?"

"Old friend is in town and they wanted to meet up. Wanna come with me?" Zayn asked as he pulled on his jeans and my tshirt.

"Nah, I'm good. I'll hang here."

 "Alright. I should be back around 4." He said and walked closer to me, pecking me on the cheek.

"Bye." He left and I looked around the living room, thinking about what I could do. Finally, I decided to clean the house. I ran up to my room and plugged my phone into my dock, music filling the house. 

By the time I finished cleaning, it was already 4. Arms wrapped around my waist and lips were pressed to my neck, making me jump.

"Hey." Zayn's voice whispered in my ear. "Let me go shower and then I'm taking you out to dinner." I nodded and turned around, kissing his nose. He smiled and went into the bathroom, closing the door. I changed out of my clothes and put on jeans and a blue tshirt. While waiting for Zayn, I went downstairs to watch tv.

"15 more minutes, Harry!" Zayn yelled from his room. There was a knock on the door and I jumped off the couch.

"I got it!" I yelled. I unlocked the door and opened it, instantly freezing.

 "Harry, babe, who's at the door?" I heard Zayn ask and turned to see him coming down the stairs, shirtless, buckling his belt. When I didn't say anything, he looked up. His whole body tensed up and his hands were fists. With a death glare aimed at the visitor, Zayn slowly walked down the stairs. "What the fuck are YOU doing here?"