Stripper (Narry)

Twenty-Two

Harry's sitting in his criminal case class bored out of his mind and not really sure why he needs this class when he's studying to be a lawyer not a detective. He's not sure how it will help him in a court room but he'll take what he can get. He's watching the clock waiting for the last ten minutes to be up. He hasn't taken any notes but he's not worried because he's been tape recording the whole lesson.

He's teacher finishes up the end of his lecture and let's them out for the weekend. Harry packs his things up in bag and walks out humming a small tune to himself. He slips out his headphones as he walks out of the university doors.

Harry's quite happy with where his life is at the moment. He's free from Zayn, his mother is getting better, and he's got Niall in his life. Niall helped him get free from Zayn and helped him with his mothers medial bills. Niall's helped Harry in more ways than one and he's happy with how he can be independent without having to worry about what Zayn might say or do.

Harry's humming and minding his own business when he's pulled into the ally way he's walking by and practically thrown to the grown. He catches his fall with his right hand as he falls on his left arm, feeling a sharp pain run through his arm. He's pretty sure his left arm is broken as he tries to use its strength to help him up off the ground.

He falls back to the ground, wanting to stop of the pain that's flowing through his left arm. Harry doesn't know who would throw him the ground like that and he's afraid to look his attacker in the face. He does his best to keep his eyes to the ground hoping his attacker would get annoyed or become less interested and walk away.

His attacker grabs him on his shirt and pins him to the wall. Harry opens his eyes enough to see the hand that's pinning him against the wall covered in familiar tattoos. He becomes alert and scared because he knows who attacked him. He's pissed off because he was stupid enough to believe that he wouldn't be bothered anymore.

Harry's taken back when he's forced to look into the eyes of his attacker. He looks into Zayn's eyes and all he sees is lust and hate. Harry grabs Zayn by the wrists and tries to pry him off of him but it's no use.

"What do you want Zayn?" Harry asks, using his uninjured hand to try to get Zayn to left go of him.

"You Harry, I want you," Zayn says, staring at Harry.

"You can't," Harry says sternly.

"Why not?" Zayn asks.

"Because I don't want you Zayn. I've never wanted you. You can't have me. I belong to Niall. I'm with Niall," Harry says.

Zayn freezes and let's go of Harry and Harry falls to the ground. Harry hisses from the pain that returns in his left arm and does his best to stand up.

"You have to move on and get over it Zayn. I never belonged to you. You need to leave Niall and I alone," Harry says, angry.

Zayn stands there in shock. Harry's never stood up for himself like this before. Harry normally stands there and let's people go off on him never really ever giving him the chance to speak. Harry stands there waiting for Zayn to speak, to say something.

Zayn looks at him and opens his mouth like he's going to say something but turns around and leaves. Harry stands there dumbfounded because for the first time Zayn has nothing to say.

"Asshole," Harry says, as he pulls out his phone to call Niall.

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Harry's sitting in a hospital room waiting to get a cast on his left arm. Niall's sitting next to him slightly more relaxed than he was when they were in the car and when they first arrived to the hospital. Niall's proud that Harry was able to stand up for himself but still pissed off that Zayn's the reason Harry's getting a cast on his arm.

After at least a ten minute wait the doctor for balky comes in with someone who puts the cast on Harry's arm. The doctor tells him that he'll have the cast on for six to nine weeks depending on how the bone heals and sends them off with pain medication.

Niall's laying in bed with Harry's head resting on his chest. Niall breathes slowly and Harry knows he's thinking. Harry moves his head up and looks at Niall with a small smile.

"What are you thinking about?" Harry asks.

Niall strokes him fingers through Harry's hair and looks down at Harry, smiling softly, "Do you think he'll leave us alone now?"

Harry sighs, "Yeah I think he will."

"You do?" Niall says in confusion.

"Yeah. He didn't have anything to say and Zayn always has something to say. I think he knows he can't win and that's why he walked away," Harry says.

Niall relaxes and pulls Harry closer to him, "I hope so. I really hope so babe."

"He will Niall. Trust me," Harry replies.

"I do baby I do," Niall says, leaning his head down the kiss Harry on his forehead.

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I'm so sorry for the late update. I just started my first job today so updates might be a little slow. I hope you enjoyed this chapter!!