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

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Harry buckled up his seat belt looking over at his brother in the passengers seat. Zayn had a tired expression on his face, the bruise on his face already yellowing, remnants of sleep radiating out of his posture. Harry smiled as the younger lad tried his hardest to keep his eyes open, stretching his face, blinking continuously.

" You know what, Zee?" He tilted in his seat to directly look at him. Zayn turned his head slightly, stuffing a yawn with the back of his hand. " Let's skip. Mum wouldn't mind."

" But, Hazz we can't just skip school. That's not right." He breathed in, his head lolling on his neck.

" Come on, Zaynie. I'm really tired. I don't want to go." Harry faked a yawn, trying to convince his brother. He knew that Zayn wouldn't agree to it just because he was tired. He would probably shrug it off with an 'I'm okay' and keep telling it to everyone including himself until he would pass out from exhaustion and Harry really did not want that.

" But you seem fine." Zayn rested his head against the seat, closing his eyes a bit. Harry resisted cooing at the sight. The curly haired lad was tempted to tuck Zayn in right there but he knew that his brother was stubborn and he wouldn't agree to that.

" Zaynie, please." He tried again, pouting a little. Zayn opened his eyes, sitting up in his position.

" But Harry what if there is something important that I miss? I can't miss school, Harry. If you're tired, you can stay. I'll call Liam." He yawned again, rubbing his eyes slightly. Harry had always liked that Zayn was a smart lad and wanted to keep up with school work but in tat moment he couldn't be so sure.

" Okay, it's fine. We'll go." He sighed, almost giving in.

" Good, love you Hazzy." Zayn turned in his seat to snuggle up into himself as much as he could. Harry looked at him, a soft smile on his face. He had to think of something and he had to do it soon. He couldn't let Zayn go to school like this, it was almost cruel.

He reached his hand to turn on the radio, a smile creeping up his lips. Harry rarely got struck by ideas, but when he did they were always useful. He opened the dashboard fumbling through some CDs until he found the one he wanted.

'I should ink my skin with your name /And take my passport out again'

Harry tried to be as casual about it as possible, trying his hardest not to look at Zayn, who was already becoming loose. He drove towards the school, keeping the speed as steady as he could.

" Hazz, I think I said too much to the officer." He jerked his head to the source of the voice, his heart swelling at the sight. Zayn's body was completely lax, his mouth slack, eyes shut, head lolling from side to side. This was exactly why Harry didn't want for him to go to school. A sleepy Zayn did not only mean a tired, sleep deprived, clingy baby but also a vulnerable, no-filter Zayn who wouldn't think before talking about everything and anything.

" No, Zee. You said what was required." Harry diverted his gaze back to the road. He reversed his car carefully, not wanting to alert Zayn of his intentions. Fortunately, the younger lad was too sleepy to comprehend anything around himself.

" But I told him that he said that 'she never told him that I was pretty'." He blinked his eyes open, only to shut them eyelids too heavy.

Harry felt his heart clench in his chest. It was very hard for Zayn to talk to the police officer. At one point, it felt as if he would shatter completely. The raven haired lad was shaking so much that Harry had to take him in his lap to make him still so he could talk properly. Even then, most of the words came out in the form of breathy puffs followed by coughing attacks and if Harry hadn't been there to decipher it all, no one would've known what Zayn was saying. It wasn't easy on Harry either, he didn't know the entire story and hearing it from a devastated Zayn wasn't exactly a treat for him.