Snow Boy [Zarry]

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Two in the morning.

After almost a dozen phone calls, and hours of wondering where the hell Harry was, the sound of Harry stumbling into the house at two in the fucking morning woke Zayn up.

Plus, the alarm went off, causing Harry to scream.

Zayn got up and ran downstairs, stopping the alarm before he turned his attention to Harry, who was laying on the floor covering his ears.

"Hey, it's okay, look at me." He said, kneeling next to Harry.

A few curls were stuck to Harry's forehead with sweat, and his pupils were so dilated his irises looked like black circles with a thin green ring around them.

"What the hell did you take?" Zayn frowned, holding Harry's face.

"Can you hear me?" He asked loudly, causing Harry to flinch.

"Who did this to you?" Zayn asked, more to himself than Harry.

He got up, going over to the window and looking out into the driveway to see if there was a car.

But there wasn't, other than his own.

"I can't get up!" Harry yelled, his ears ringing so badly from the club music.

Zayn hurried back over to him, carefully helping him to his feet.

"You need to get this out of your system." Zayn said, touching Harry's neck and feeling how slowly his heart was beating.

"Your hair looks good red. Red like that girl in the....forest." Harry whispered, thinking he was looking directly at Zayn, when in reality he was looking off behind him.

Zayn knew getting Harry upstairs would be a challenge, so he chose to carry him instead.

He held Harry bridal style, and began carefully walking upstairs.

"I don't like heights, sir. Take me back to class." Harry begged, trying to grab Zayn's face.

"Stop, Harry." Zayn snapped, leaning his head away from Harry's hands and trying not to fall over.

"I've been naughty, headmaster. Bend me over your desk and spank me." Harry breathed into Zayn's ear after he managed to grip his face.

Zayn jerked his head away, making it to the top of the stairs and putting Harry down.

"C'mon, walk with me." He said, trying to guide Harry to the bathroom.

"No, I have to get it off." Harry frowned, tugging at his shirt.

"They're burning my skin! Get them off, please I-I....there's fire on my skin!" Harry began to scream, stumbling against the wall as he tried to fight his way out of his shirt.

"Oh God, I died! Zayn it's dark, I died!" He began to cry, his shirt stuck on his head and blocking his vision.

Zayn sighed, walking over and pulling the shirt off of him.

Harry blinked several times, grinning brightly. "You saved me."

Zayn moved behind Harry, wrapping his arms around the smaller boy's torso and picking him up, carrying him the short distance to the bathroom.

Zayn walked him over to the toilet, helping Harry kneel, and kneeling beside him.

"Open your mouth." Zayn said, taking a gentle handful of Harry's curls to keep his head over the toilet.

Harry did as Zayn said, and Zayn carefully stuck his fingers down Harry's throat to help him vomit up whatever drug it was he had ingested.

Zayn moved his hand as Harry wretched, vomiting into the toilet.