Give and Receive ((Zarry))

Chapter 6

Harry's POV:

I wake up just in time to see the ending of "Bambi" and am surprised to hear sniffling. "Awww, Zaynie don't cry." I murmur, smiling. "I'm not crying... My eyes are sweating." He says back jokingly. I wrap my arms around him and he leans into my hold, causing a huge grin to light up my face. I laugh lightly, ignoring the ache in my ribs. Suddenly Zayn stands up, and I lean on my arm. "One second." he says before running to the bathroom then dashing back with a pill bottle in his hand. "Here, these will dull the pain a lot. I keep them around just in case." He says, pouring two in his hand and holding them out to me. He then grabs a glass of water from the kitchen and I swallow them easily. "Thanks babe." I say cheekily, and he raises his eyebrows. "No prob. Babe" He says back in a Valley Girl accent. I laugh. "I didn't expect you to be such a funny guy." I say thoughtfully. "Well, I didn't take you as a tattoo guy. I guess we learned not to judge a book by its cover... cool" He replies, looking at me. I think for a while before speaking "I still feel that I don't know much about you..." I murmur, pressing my nose into his shoulder when he sits down next to me. "Same, but I feel like I've known you forever." He says quietly, pecking my lips before pulling away slightly.

"What's your favorite color?" I ask, choosing an easy question first. "Blue, not quite sky blue, but a slightly darker shade, like when the sun is just about to set." He says, and I am amazed at how detailed he speaks. "What do you do exactly at the Tattoo Shop?" I ask, remembering that he's just an assistant. "Well, I mainly clean up and work at the cash register, but every now and then I'll design a tattoo for one of the artists, usually Perrie." He answers and another question pops into my head. "What do you want to be when you grow up?" I ask casually, leaning my ear on his shoulder. "Alive. But if I manage that, I would like to pursue art..." He answers, his voice lowering slightly. "Okay, now a deeper question... Where did you come from Zayn? And if you answer: My Mum I'm gonna die." Silence. "I will tell you Harry, but you can't tell anyone else, no matter what...okay?" He asks, his voice dropping completely and sounding strained. I nod and wait. He takes a deep breath. "My parents weren't exactly the best. When I was younger it was just a few slaps to the face, but when they found out I was gay... Let's just say that knives were used... So, I ran away. I was 15 at the time. I've been on the runaway list for almost 3 years now... Boss took me in and made me his runner, and I've been here ever since." I notice his eyes becoming watery and tighten my hold on him. "Zayn... what's a runner? You don't have to answer but..." I ask quietly, curiosity getting the best of me. He sighs and looks directly at me. "I basically pick up money and other things for him... not drugs or anything I think, but like weapons. Boss isn't exactly a gang leader or a drug dealer... he's just a dealer." He answers, looking worried. Again curiosity overpowers my brain. "But... why? I mean, you get paid at the tattoo shop, right?" I  ask, thinking that he wouldn't work there for free. "Yes... but I send the extra money back to my family. I have three sisters you know. The two little ones are saving up money to move out and come live with me." He says... and his eyes darken so I know not to push the subject.

"What about you? I mean, didn't you ever have a Dad?" Zayn asks, and I tense up immediatly. "Yeah, but I never met him... He left when I was little, I think about 3, because my Mom was becoming an alchoholic. That sort of put her over the edge." I answer, fiddling my fingers and looking away. I feel his hand on my chin and he pulls my eyes to his. "Is it true... what Louis said? That there are that many men who come reguarly?" He asks quietly, looking straight into my eyes. "Yes. Some of the new guys aren't violent... but the one from yesterday was definatly the worst... I've never been cut by any of them before. And only Mark and Johnson have ever thrown me out. They usually just punch me, yell, then leave." I reply, trying not to go into too much detail as his eyes fill with pain. "Why don't you leave?" He asks, grabbing my hand. "Because, my Mum needs me Zayn. I can't leave her when she needs me." I reply truthfully, thinking back to all those times when I've carried my own Mother to bed. "Plus, I'm only 16 and a 1/2, I want to finish school first." I continue, adding a second reason. "I understand, but if anybody ever hurts you again, call me... Promise?" He asks, kissing the top of my hand. "I promise." I whisper before kissing his lips, savoring in how perfectly we fit together.

Zayn's POV:

I look over and see that Harry has fallen asleep again on my shoulder. I smirk to myself before scooping him into my arms and carrying him to my bedroom. I lay him down and try to leave. Emphasis on 'try'. Harry's arms fasten around my waist and I am pulled into bed next to him. This boy has a death grip. I finally cuddle up next to him, with his arms firmly fastened around my waist. I listen to his soft breathing before falling asleep.

-2.5 hours later-

"Awwww Zarry" A high pitched voice squeals. "Shutup Perrie! You're gonna wake them up!" I hear Louis whine. "Both of you shush and take more pictures!" Niall commands, in a fake military voice. I feel a weight on my chest and sigh. Harry. I open my eyes to find Harry curled up on my chest with one arm on my neck and the other wrapped around my waist. I yawn, trying not to wake the elfish boy on my chest. "You guys are sooo bad at being quiet!" I scold, as Harry shuffles on my chest. "And you better send me those pictures." I continue when I hear Perrie and Niall giggle. "Now get out before he wakes up to a bunch of crazy stalkers." I order, pointing to the door with the hand not wrapped around Harry. Reluctantly they file out of the room, Louis pausing at the door. "You better not break his heart." He says, motioning to Harry. "I would sooner die." I answer, realizing that it's the truth. He nods and leaves the room. I gently kiss Harry's eyelids, laughing softly when he moans. "Morning Sleeping Beauty." I whisper when his eyes flicker open. I stare into his eyes; they are so beautiful. "Morning, Beast." He whispers back and I laugh fully, ruffling his hair. "I'm kidding Zayn. You are too attractive for your own good. I may have to hang a sign around your neck that reads 'taken. Do not touch'" He says, rolling off my chest and smiling when my arm stays wrapped around his waist. I laugh again. "I would agree to that, but only if you never spoke to any guy ever again." I say, pulling him close and pecking his lips. His eyes light up as he stares at me. He then wraps his arms around my neck and pulls me into a deeper kiss. I roll over on top of him, resisting the urge to put my tongue in his mouth. He smirks into the kiss and presses against me until he has rolled me over, and is hovering over me. He kisses me, pressing his lips firmly to mine and moving them. I gasp in shock when I feel his tongue against my bottom lip and he takes advantage of my surprise, slipping his tongue into my mouth. Our tongues swirl, and I pull his body down closer to me, when mine wins our mini fight. I finally pull away, gasping for air. I smirk at Harry's dazed expression and he slowly rolls off of me. "Zayn?" He asks. "Mmhhmm?" I can't speak, still trying to catch my breath. "I-I've never done anything like that!" He says, worried. "Harry, I'm never going to make you do something you don't want. I swear, but if I remember correctly, you initiated that kiss." I say, concerned that I pushed him into something. "I know. And I really like that! I just didn't want to lead you on... you're okay with it right?" He asks, sounding hopeful. "Oh course! I really like you Harry. Although I fear I may be ruining your innocence." I say, half joking. "No you aren't. I just wanted to clear that up. I really like you too Zayn." He answers and I laugh. "Now, I forgot to mention. Everybody's here and they are in the main room." I say, climbing out of bed and holding out my hand for Harry. He takes it and a small burst of worry rises up when he stumbles slightly getting out of bed. I wrap my arm around his waist and notice how much steadier he seems. We walk into the main room to be greeted by the strangest sight ever.