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

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Harry wasn't exactly good at talking.

The curly haired lad had always been a moment of spur kind of guy. Words were more like an impulse for him. They'd just come to him in a certain moment, motivating him enough that he'd let loose, blabbering out most of them. However, if he couldn't say it at that exact moment, he'd over think it and then he'd never be able to say it. The words would be sucked out of him, leaving a hollow emptiness behind.

Harry hated that feeling.

But, it was nothing compared to what he felt when he had all the right words bubbling out his lips but no one to say them to. The jitters wouldn't calm down poking at his skin, reminding him of the situation. The anticipation bubbling in his stomach, as he imagined different scenarios of what was to come. Those were the most agitating days of his life.

Harry knew it was going to be one of those days when he had come back home and there was no sign of Zayn. He knew it when he saw the blue backpack missing from its usual place. Yet, clutching onto an unlikely spark of hope, he had searched for his younger brother, up and down everywhere in the house but he was not there. The curly haired lad had contemplated calling him but was fearful that he'd loose control and say it all. Harry needed to apologize to Zayn face to face. He just couldn't do it over the phone. He needed to see for himself as he made things right. He had screwed up big time and he needed to fix it the right way. And that was just not possible over the phone.

When Zayn didn't come back till 4, Harry thought that his brother must have gone over to Liam's. But when he saw the text his mum had sent him, he started freaking out.

'I texted Zayn, he was still in the school. He should be home in a minute now, talk to him! '

03:50 pm

Harry frowned at the time. He knew Liam was not dropping Zayn off because he had left right around the time Harry had left. A wave of dread passed his body. If Zayn was walking home, what was taking him so long.

"Where are you, Zayn?" He sighed looking at the clock one more time. Harry was worried, he knew Zayn never lied to their mom, so according to her text, he should've been home more than an hour ago.

The curly haired lad grabbed his jacket and car keys, turning towards the front door. He placed his hand on the door knob, but before he could turn it, he heard the bell ring. Relief washed over him, giving him hope that it was Zayn on the other side of the door.

Harry jumped as all the words as they started bubbling up again. He felt the corner of his lips twitch up forming a small smile. Zayn was home and Harry was going to be able to talk to him. He would finally say it all, tell his brother how wrong he was and that he was genuinely sorry.

Taking a deep breath, he opened the door.

"Zayn." His voice was laced with hope.

To say that harry wasn't ready to face what waited for him on the other side of the door, wouldn't be that wrong. He blinked his eyes a couple of times, not ready to believe the sight.

It wasn't Zayn that he saw first, it was Louis. The cerulean eyed lad, who usually had a mischievous expression on his face was looking at Harry with such urgency that enemy or not Harry wanted to help him. He was about to ask him what the matter was when his eyes landed on the figure in his arms. It felt as if Harry's heart had been shredded to pieces. There in the arms of the man he hated was his younger brother. Zayn's face was hidden in Louis' chest, his arms and legs limp around his figure.

"Zayn?" It slipped out of his lips like an instinct. It felt as if time had stopped for Harry. He couldn't help but think of the time when he saw Zayn tumbling down the stairs like a ragdoll. Reliving the fear that suffocated him when he sat beside his body as blood pooled around it.