Give and Receive ((Zarry))

Chapter 4

(Enjoy!!! There may be some Zarry smutt in here!!! <3)

Zayn's POV:

I climb carefully into Perrie's car, holding Harry on my lap. "What the hell?" She asks when she catches sight of the unconsious Harry and his beaten body. I realize what a shock it must be for someone not used to violence. "H-he'll be fine. I don't think he was hit hard enough for any permenant damage... except for scars." I say quietly. "Wha? WHAT HAPPENED! Zayn... did you do this?" she asks, sounding slightly fearful. "Of course not! I found him like this! Now, please drive, I have to get him home." I say, shocked that she thinks I'm capable of this, then again, I did tell her that I was a fighter in order to explain the multiple injuries I had after Boss was angry. We reach my apartment building and I gently poke Harry in his unijured arm. "Haz, come on, you'll have to walk a little, then you can back to sleep. I whisper when his eyes open again, just a little brighter. Perrie gets out of the car and together we managed to get Harry to his feet. He arms is wrapped around my waist, his other one slung over Perrie's shoulder. I can't help but bite back a shiver at the way his body moves against mine. We take the lift in silence, Perrie and I staring anxiously at the near dead boy between us. The lift doors open and we finally reach the door of my apartment, which I quickly unlock and throw open, carrying Harry to my bedroom. With Perrie's help I gently lay him on my bed. We then walk to the door silently. "I'll call you?" I answer Perrie's WTF expression and she sighs, giving me a quick hug before starting to leave. She stops, hesitates, then says "Zayn... don't wait too long to kiss him okay?" Then she leaves. With me standing in shock, staring at the door. I quickly pop my head out into the hall and yell "I won't!" Into her back. She reaches the lift and steps in, flashing me a grin and a thumbs up sign before the door closes. I walk back into my bedroom just in time to hear Harry groan my name. "Yes Harry?" I ask. "Come, lay wit meh" he breaths and I shrug, before climbing into bed and wrapping my arms around him.

Harry's POV:

I wake up in someone's arms. Zayn. I realize and my heart skips a beat. I turn and look at him, noticing how peaceful and angelic he looks in his sleep. Suddenly his eyes fly open and he whispers "Take a picture. It lasts longer" and I blush. His arms release me and he sits up, and I bite back a groan at the sudden loss of warmth. He looks down at me with a smile. He has such pretty eyes. I think. "Thanks... so do you." He says back, looking confused and slightly hopeful. Damn my thinking out loud habit, it's gonna get me in real trouble some day. "Yes, it will." Zayn answers my thoughts, smiling. "But I find your talking in your sleep habit insanely adorable" he says and I blush intensley, looking away. "You're cute when you blush." He says softly, looking at me with big eyes. Is he flirting? I smile, and laugh, before groaning. "What hurts? And if you say everything I will die of cuteness overload." He asks, amusement and concern mixing in his eyes. "Everything." I whimper, only half acting. He puts his hand to his heart and falls flat on the floor, spazzing out completley from "cuteness overload". I laugh, then groan in pain, then laugh again. "Stop... stop making me laugh!" I says between my laughing attacks... then finally my craziness dies down. "It hurts." I whine, giving him my best puppy eyes. "Sorry... you are just to adorable for my bad boyness to handle." He says, flicking my puffed out bottom lip. I hold back a laugh as he stands up and sits next to me. I try to sit up to, but moan. His expression quickly becomes worried and he gently places a hand between my shoulder blades, helping me sit up. "I feel so old" I whine. "Harry... mind telling me what happened?" He asks, nothing but concern coloring his eyes. "Let's just say that my Mom is very popular with men. And that many of them are violent." I say, casting my eyes down "And they don't exactly like wimpy little boys interfering." I say, feeling tears well up in my eyes. "Harry, you are not a wimp. For one, your knuckles are bleeding, which show that you fought back and punched the guy pretty hard. Also, you somehow managed to get to school after being beaten nearly senseless. Also-" He says and I cut him off with a hug, and he gently wraps his arms around my waist. I pull away slightly, only to be captured by his eyes. I look down at his lips then back up at his eyes, before he begins to lean forward. I lean towards him and when our lips meet, all the pain in my body dissapears. I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him deeper into the kiss. He pulls away for a moment and I take a breath before reconnecting our lips. My lips move against his and I keep my arms around his neck while I lay down. He's hovers over me, one hand propping him up and the other hand gently caressing my bruised cheek. I feel like I could kiss him forever and- "YEAH ZARRY!!!" a voice yells and Zayn pulls away, smiling broadly but looking shocked.

Standing in the doorway is Queen Perrie herself, with one fist pumped in the air. "Bet you regret giving me a spare key now Zayn!" She laughs at his shocked expression. "We were... I was just-" Zayn begins, but Perrie cuts him off. "Go ahead, give me an excuse as to why I find you sucking Harry's face off." She says, crossing her arms and leaning against the door frame. I see Zayn looking incredibly flustered. "Oh, fuck off Perrie. Go make us breakfast or something." I say, rolling my eyes as she turns to me with a huge death glare. "One more time Styles... but fine, I'll leave you two alone and go make breakfast." She says, pulling the door shut. Zayn opens his mouth to speak and I hold a finger to his lips, motioning to a boot on the floor. Confused, Zayn hands me it and I sit up with a little help. I then pull my un injured arm back and chuck the boot at the door, with a loud bang. "OWWW!" I hear Perrie whine. "Go make food woman!" I yell jokingly. "Fine, but stop being sexist first" She says, still outside the door. "Deal, now go cook human!" I shout and finally hear her footsteps walking away. Zayn laughs and I can't help but think how beautiful the sound is. "You were about to say..." I say, making the continue sign wtih my hand. "I was about to say... I really like you Harry. And, as soon as you're feeling better... would you go on a date with me?" He asks, looking slightly worried. How could he think I would reject him? I pull his head to me and kiss him, once again feeling as if he's the only thing in the entire universe. "I'm gonna hold you to that. " I whisper, and he grins. "Now, do you want to try and stand up?" He asks. I shrug, swinging my legs over the side of the bed and feeling Zayn wrap an arm around my waist. I wince as I stand up, leaning heavily on Zayn, and my ribs ache from being slammed into a wall. We walk to the bathroom, where I asked Zayn to wait for me outside while I freshen up. After doing my business, I walk over and look at the mirror. My eye has swelled up and darkened noticably, and there is a large bruise on my jaw. I notice the blood soaked bandage covering my arm and decide to stay home from school today. "Zayn... will you come in here?" I ask, reaching into his cabinet and pulling out a long roll of bandage. He enters, looking cautious. "Ok." he says, taking the bandage out of my hand "I wouldn't look." He warns. "You have to, so I am to." I say quietly. "It's different when it's your own blood" He whispers so faintly I'm not sure he even said anything. He unwraps my arm and I grimace, feeling my face pale at the sight of my bloody cut. I grip the sink edge, and look up at the ceiling until the walls stop moving. I feel my arms being re wrapped and finally look down when Zayn whispers "All done." I bring my face to his and capture his lips, kissing him gently in thanks for all he's done. A loud knock on the door interupts us. "Boys no making out in the bathroom, someone's at your door." Perrie calls and I pull away reluctantly. With Zayn's help I make it to the couch and Zayn opens the door. Niall and Louis stand in the door way, looking ready to explode. Niall runs up to me and throws his arms around me and I see Zayn's eyes spark with jealously before he catches my eyes and I give him a 'calm down' look. Niall pulls away and looks at me with pure pity and sadness in his eyes. "You alright?" He asks, "Yeah, just a little roughed up." I answer. No need to worry him. Louis crosses his arms and sighs "A little? Who was it this time? Mark? Peter? Derrick? Anthony? Jackson? James? Wait, was it Johnson? I swear I will kill that little-" I cut him off "New Guy." I say quietly. "Great... another one." Louis says, sitting down next to me. "I could always-" He begins to offer and I cut him off again "I don't want a gun, Louis." Niall opens his mouth and I continue "And I can't stay with you Niall." Both mouths open as I finish "And I don't need you guys to live with me. I am fine. I can handle it, alright?" I finish, ending the conversation that we always have. "Besides, you're staying with me until you can walk properly." Zayn cuts in as the boys mouths open once more. "Fine." I answer, crossing my arms. Perrie than walks into the room. "Who wants pancakes?" she asks our group and Niall quickly dahses to the kitchen. Zayn puts my arm around his shoulder and we walk to the kitchen. I choose to ignore Louis's pained expression at my limping. We all sit at the kitchen table and I notice Niall staring at my eye. Thankfully Perrie brings out a pile of pancakes and his attention is averted. We eat in awkward silence. Until Niall breaks it. "OMG Perrie these are soooooo goooodddddddd!!" He moans, rubbing his stomach, which is surprisingly flat. "Niall, you love all food." Louis jokes. "Yeah, but Perrie's is the best!" He yells bowing down to Perrie and she giggled. "Niall, if you weren't gay I would marry you!" She laughs. "And if I weren't gay I would marry you!" he yells back. I look to Zayn for his reaction and he smiles broadly at this discovery. "So... Zayn..." Louis begins "Yes... Louis...?" Zayn asks mockingly. "When were you going to ask my permission to date my ex-boyfriend?"

*dramatic music plays* Drama Bomb!!! Return of ze Drama Llama!!!