thirty two

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zayn: i'm outside babe .

i put my phone down and got out of the car, going up to the door and waiting for harry to come. i was so anxious. i knew something was up, something had happened and i was itching to know. i needed to know if he was okay.

finally the door opens and before i could manage to get any words out, harry threw himself in my arms latching onto me like a leach. i immediately bring my arms around him without a second thought, rubbing his back softly as i hear soft sniffles and my heart breaking into pieces at the sound.

i was about to back him up so that we could go inside the house and sit for a bit but harry whimpers in protest shaking his head. he pulls away and looks at me with teary eyes and flushed cheeks.

"no we c-can't, we have to go now." he says, before turning around about to pick up his suit case that was near the door, but i stopped him, getting the suitcase for him.

"i got it babe, you shouldn't be carrying heavy things." i tell him. harry sniffles and nods not really wanting to argue with me at the time, before he turns back around and calls for sobé. seconds later the cat comes running towards harry and harry picks him up.

"i-i hope it's okay to bring him, i don't want to leave him here." he says softly. i nod.


"of course, c'mon now love." i tell him, he nods and i close the door behind him, making sure it's locked, before i go to my car and place harry's bags in the back seat along with sobé and helped harry into the passenger seat. getting into the car, i pull out of his drive way and back towards home.

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"babe, please tell me what happened." i said once i got harry settled into my place, putting his clothes away and setting out sobé's bed. i walked over to the couch where he was sitting and fidgeting his hands in his lap, looking as if he's thinking deep and hard about something.

he looks at me, his bottom lip quivering and i quickly but carefully pull him into my lap, wrapping my arm around his waist and resting my hand on his round tummy. "babe, what happened? what's wrong?"

"h-he tried- zayn he hurt me." harry mumbled, his voice shaky and my heart sank, because i didn't need to even ask who he was referring to.


"how? what'd he do?"


"he broke into the house, a-and he was hurting me- He hit me again zayn and he tried to hurt the baby." harry cried, burying his face in my chest. and like a flip switched, my mood quickly changed. there was so many emotions hitting me as those words left his mouth. and i felt so horrible that i wasn't there to protect him. it is my job to protect him and be there for him when he's in need. but i wasn't there. i went home thinking that he'd be save there with his parents. but i was wrong. i tighten my arms around him, making sure not to put too much pressure on his stomach.



"fuck i'm sorry- i should have never left." i close my eyes, bowing my head in disappointment at my stupid decision. i feel harry squirm around in my arms and he grabs my head gently pulling me back up to look at him.





"please don't tell me you are blaming yourself." harry says looking at me with sad eyes.





"i am, i should have never left." i sigh in frustration and anger.





"zayn no, you have your own life to worry about, it can't just stop because of me." he says. i shake my head.






"but it's my job to protect you and be there for you."






"zayn that's not your job, it's my guardian angel's job... which by the way is doing a very bad job.." he mumbles, obviously trying to lighten to mood although i could hear the sadness and fear in his voice. i pulled him to rest his head on my chest again.







"i'll be your guardian angel baby." i whispered, softly placing my lips against the side of his temple. he sighs in content and closes his eyes letting me just hold him, as we go in a comfortable silence.






i rub harry's tummy after a few moments, looking down at his face. "is baby okay?"






he opens his eyes and nods slightly, "yeah the baby's okay, no damage was done, just bruised." he sighs. i raise an eyebrow and lifts harry's sweater my eyes widening when i see a very light purplish bruise on the left side if his stomach.






"babe." i breath.





"it's okay zaynie, i'm okay now." he says pulling down his sweater and looking at me.







"it's not okay, i can't believe he- that bastard did that to you. to a pregnant person." i clench my fists, wanting to drive straight back down there and beating him until he couldn't see anymore.





"he's in jail now zayn, he won't be able to hurt me anymore."





"yeah until those dumb fucks release him and he comes for you again." i say, the anger in my rising as i thought of ways i could murder him.






"i know.. but as long as i'm with you i'm safe.. right?"






"of course baby, i'll never let him out his hands on your again. i'll never leave you alone again." i promised. harry smiles and leans in to kiss me. i cup his smooth cheek in my hand, kissing him back gently.





"thank you. i don't know what would happen if i didn't have you zaynie." he grins widely, his eyes twinkling.







i grab his hand, "i don't get it babe." i look into his eyes. harry tilts his head slightly.







"get what?"







"how you manage to smile even when all of this is going on. you're so strong babe, you know that?"







harry smiles again, "i just try to be happy whenever i can, because you never know when it'll be taken away from you." he says softly, stroking his fingers over my hand in his. i smile.







"you're absolutely right love. so let's be happy and spend some time together yeah?" i say. harry brights up and he nods rapidly.







"yes please." he says happily. i chuckle and pecks him on the lips. i run my hand down his back and grabs his ass.







"let's start the fun by having a quick fuck." i say seriously, although i was only joking. harry glares at me and then pokes his lip out in a pout.







"zaynnn you ruined the happy moment." he whines.








"oooh say my name again baby boy." i smirk. harry blushes and pushes me away.








"fuck you."







"how many times do i have to tell you, i'm fucking you not the other way around."





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sorry it took a while to update, got stuff going on at home but i'm back and i will be updating more.

sorry if this chapter is shitty and short, had a rough morning and my concentration isn't good because of the situation. but i hope you enjoy it. i promise i will try to make next chapter better and update sooner.

love you guys xx please vote and comment (:

ps, sorry for typos, there's probably a lot because the nerves in my left hand won't fooking settle and my hand keeps trembling -_-

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