Give Me Love

Chapter 10

Zayn's POV:

I woke up to the feel of vibrating by my head. I reached onto the armrest of the couch, grabbing my phone. The name 'Niall' flashed across the screen and I unlocked it.

 'Hey, I'm in town, wanna meet up?'

 'Sure, wanna meet at Nandos?' I replied and got on instant response.

'Of course. My favorite. Be there in 15.'

 'K.' I looked at Harry and tried to quietly get off of the couch but it squeaked, causing Harry to wake.

"Sorry.. I didn't want to wake you." I said as I got up from the couch.

 "S'all good. What time is it?"

 "Almost 1." I said laughing and he groaned.

"Where you going?" He asked as he sat up.

 "An old friend is in town and they wanted to meet up. Wanna come with me?" I asked as I pulled on my jeans and Harry's tshirt.

 "I'm good. I'll hang here."

 "Alright. I'll be back by 4." I said as I walked closer to him and pecked him on the cheek. I walked out to my car and drove to Nandos. I ordered a soft drink and sat at a table to wait. A few minutes later, a tray was placed on the table.

"Hey mate." I looked up to see Niall seated across from me.

"Hey! How's it going?" I asked, taking a sip from my drink.

"Good, good. Got myself a girlfriend." A huge smile spread across his face.

"I-I think she's my princess." He said, quietly.

"Good for you, buddy!" I said, patting him on the shoulder.

"How about you? You and Harry still living together?" Niall asked as he started eating.

"Yeah, we are. And I actually wanted to talk to you about something." I said, fiddling with my fingers.

"Shoot."

 "Well... A couple of days ago, I caught myself looking at Harry's body. And then that night, he kissed me, but I think he was drunk. But.. I liked it-loved it actually. Then we went to the club and I was getting jealous because he was talking to another guy... And then when they kissed, something snapped and I dragged him home and we uh.. ended up having sex." I played with my cup, looking at Niall.

"And?"

"And I liked it; it felt right. And since then we've been more lovey dovey. But I don't think we're dating necessarily." I said, my eyes falling to the table.

 "What do you want to be?" Niall asked, wiping his hands.

 "I...I wanna be with him. But I'm so damaged, he doesn't need that. I'm not right for him." I whispered.

 "How's he feel about you?"

 "He's liked me since 8th grade."

 "Then he probably wants the same that you do. It'll work out, Zayn." And with that, we dropped the subject and we used the rest of the time to catch up. Before we knew it, it was almost 4.

"I gotta get home. I'll text you, ok?" I said as I got up, slipping my phone in my pocket.

 "Of course." Niall said and stood up, pulling me into a hug. "It'll all work out."

"Thanks." I whispered and left, driving back home. I walked into the house, being hit in the face with the smell of cleaners. Harry wasn't in the living room or kitchen but I found him in his bedroom. I walked up behind him and wrapped my arms around his waist, pressing my lips to his neck.

 "Hey." I whispered in his ear. "Let me shower and then I'm taking you out to dinner." Harry nodded, turning around and planting a kiss on my nose. I went into the bathroom, closing the door behind me. I turned on the shower and stripped out of my clothes, stepping under the steaming water. I washed my hair and body, trying to take my time but ended up rushing.

"15 more minutes, Harry!" I yelled as I walked out of the bathroom, to my room. I put on a pair of grey skinny jeans and grabbed my belt.

 "I got it!" I heard Harry yell and the door opened. I made my way to the stairs, sliding my belt through the belt loops of my jeans.

 "Harry, baby, who's at the door?" I asked as I walked down the stairs. Harry didn't respond so I looked up. A man with short, balding hair stood in the doorway, dressed as if he was trying to sell something. I felt my body tense and my hands were fists, clenching and unclenching. I walked the rest of the way down the stairs, glaring at the man. "What the fuck are YOU doing here?!" I snarled. I glanced at Harry, whose face had drained of color. "Baby, come here." I said, my voice dropping a little as I extended my hand out to him, keeping my eyes on the door. Harry shuffled over and I pushed him behind me, shielding him.

"Now, that's no way to talk to your father, is it?" The man said as he walked into the house, closing the door behind him. Harry gripped my arm, whether it was out of fear or trying to hold me back, I don't know.

"You're not my father. I thought I made that clear when I moved out and changed my number; cut myself off from you." He just laughed. "How did you even get my number? Our address?" I said, my voice getting louder and I took a step forward.

"Zayn..." Harry whispered and gripped my arm tighter.

 "It wasn't that hard Zayn. I know people." He took another step forward and eyed Harry.

"How's it going Styles? Still faggoting around?" My anger exploded, my free hand clenched into a fist.

"Don't fucking talk to my boyfriend like that!!" I yelled, grabbing Harry's hand. My dad's eyes shot to me, the vein in his neck popping out.

 "What?! You're dating him?!" He smirked, running a hand through his hair.

 "Yeah. I am. The fuck you gonna do?"

 "My son will not be a fag!" He yelled, slamming his hand into the wall and I felt Harry flinch. I pushed him back, closer to the stairs and walked up to my dad, our faces inches apart.

"I am not your son. You lost that right." I spit in his face and he slapped me. I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself because I didn't want to scare Harry.

 "Get the fuck out. I never want to see you again." I said, walking over to the door and opened it. 

"Zayn, there's a reason I'm here." He said, reaching out after he took a deep breath.

"I don't fucking care. Leave. Now." My dad didn't move. "GET OUT!" I screamed. He sighed and hung his head, walking out of the door. I slammed the door behind him.

"Zayn..." Harry said timidly. I ran a shaky hand through my hair, my jaw clenched; I needed to get out. I walked over to the stairs but Harry blocked me.

"Babe, calm down." He pleaded.

"Harry. Move." I said slowly, my hands clenching and unclenching.

 "Zayn, please." He begged. I don't know what happened next; I saw red. The next thing I know, I'm at the bar with a drink in my hand. I ordered some vodka and found myself in an alley with a group of people, smoking a joint. Before I knew it, I was back home. The lights were off and the house was filled with an eerie silence. I stumbled up to my room, falling multiple times before I opened my door, turning the lights on and found Harry sleeping in my bed, in only his boxers. I felt my pants get tight and I slipped my shirt off, deciding to wake him up.