Zayn's POV:
I ran out of the house, tears pouring from my eyes. I had raped Harry. I walked down the streets, trying to clear my head. I remembered my dad being at the house and then the next thing after that is me waking up in my bed. My head was pounding with a headache which confirmed that I had been drinking. I sat on a bench in the park I was walking through, burying my head in my hands. Harry probably hated me now. He probably wanted me to leave and be out of his life forever. The thought of it made me cry even more. I was starting to fall for him and now I fucked up any chance I had.
This was all my dad's fault; if he hadn't shown up, I wouldn't have gotten so angry which means I wouldn't have left the house, gotten drunk and.. Did what I did. I sighed, running a hand through my hair. I stood up and slowly walked back home, preparing to get kicked out. When I reached the house, I quietly opened the door and crept upstairs to my room, deciding to give Harry some space until the morning. My eyes landed on my guitar when I entered my room and I scooped it up, going back downstairs. I sat in front of the window, looking out as the sun began to rise and absentmindedly strummed the strings softly as tears fell from my eyes.
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Give Me Love
FanfictionZayn and Harry have been best friends since they were 5...Zayn has a little crush on Harry and gets a surprise when he comes home to find a slightly drunk Harry.
