Give and Receive ((Zarry))

Chapter 12

A/N:

WARNING THIS UPDATE CONTAINS ADORABLENESS THAT SOME MAY NOT BE ABLE TO HANDLE! READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!

Harry's POV:

I wake up with a start, then freeze when I realize that I'm cuddling someone. Okay.. more like laying on top of them shirtless in only my boxers. I look down and grin. Zayn. He looks so peaceful when he's asleep. So young and innocent. I look down at his shirtless body and hold in a gasp at the small bruises sprinkling his neck and collarbone. The first time I've ever done anything like this... and I hurt him. I hurt my Zayn. I feel tears well up in my eyes and struggle to keep my breaths normal. Praying that Zayn will sleep through my inner pain. I think I may have jinxed myself. Zayn's eyes flutter open and he looks at me sleepily. He smiles, which immediatly turns into a frown when I glance away from him, trying to hide my angst. "Hazza?..." He breaths and grabs my chin until my eyes are locked onto his. His eyes widen in surprise and I feel a tear slip out. He reaches it up to wipe it away and I flinch. He shouldn't be comforting me after I bruised him. He sits up until he's holding me cradled on his lap. "Harry... what's wrong? Did I make you uncomfortable? Did I h-hurt-" He stammers and I cut him off with a head shake as more tears free themselves. "N-no... but I hurt you" I say, motioning to his beautiful olive skin. Marked by my horribleness. I feel Zayn shift under me to look at himself, and then he laughs. I look up in shock, expecting at least a dissapointed sigh. Instead he's smiling softly at me, love once again filling his eyes. "Perhaps I didn't completely ruin your innocence after all." He chuckles, and I look at him in confusion. "Hazza... these are called love bites. They really don't hurt-" He tries to soothe me. After I hurt him! I cut him off immediatly "Don't try to make me feel better. I hurt you. I'm a horrible boyfriend." I groan, hiding my face in my hands as the tears once again threaten my manliness.  He laughs again. "You are too cute Harry Styles. You will be the death of me." He murmurs and I flinch at his violent statement, causing him to chuckle again. "Baby, the only pain I feel right now is the pain of you ignoring me. They're called love bites for a reason. In fact, I gave you quite a few too." He says, pulling away and trying to pry my hands away. This causes me to look up, then down. I see blue bruises and red marks covering my collarbone, and when I feel the skin on my neck I find more. I relax, for I had no memory of pain... only pleasure. My mind drifts back to what we did and I find myself blushing bright red. I smile at Zayn and carefully press my lips to his for a few seconds before pulling away, our foreheads touching. "Oops." I breath, my blush fading. He laughs quietly and reconnects our lips. I move my lips slowly against his before pulling away, not wanting to get to heated again so soon. I smile, looking straight into his eyes before whispering "I love you so much." He instantly crashes his lips against mine, and rolls me onto my back, hovering over me. "I was trying to hold myself back. But... you're just so damn irresistable Harry." He murmurs, leaning down to kiss me again. I blush immediatly and lean towards his soft lips... and there's a knock at the door.

Zayn pulls away with a groan and I smirk, rolling my eyes at him. He goes to open the door and I grab his wrist with one hand, holding out his jeans with the other. He smirks and winks suggestively before taking the jeans and tugging them on. I take it as a cue to get dressed myself and I collect my shirt and jeans from the floor. I them walk into Zayn's bathroom and stand in front of the mirror, trying to figure out what attracts a model-man like Zayn. I hear voices outside the door. I quickly slip my shirt over my head, and tug on the jeans. I walk out into the main room and my happy mood vanishes. My Mum is sitting on the couch that Zayn and I had previously been occupying. Her face is streaked with tears and there are more streaming down her face. She still smiles when she sees me though. I run to her and gather her into my arms. Pulling away I notice that her lip is split, and her jaw is starting to swell. I gasp, then hug her even tighter, and she laughs. "Harry, I need to breath." She laughs, but her smiling lips don't affect her eyes. "Mum... what happened?" I ask, pulling away completely. I sit down next to her and Zayn sits next to me, and I realize that he put his shirt back on. Too bad. I am snapped out of my perverted thoughts when my Mum begins to speak. "It was that man who beat you up Harry. He came back, and wanted to... you know... when I tried the STD excuse he just l-laughed and called me a s-slut. I told him to get out, and he hit me, then left. I called your friend Niall, but some other boy picked up, said his name was Liam. Polite lad, very kind hearted and sweet. Anyway, I asked him for Zayn's apartment number, told him I was Harry's Mum. And... here I am" She finishes, somehow managing to keep a light tone. I bite back a smile at how she go sidetracked by Liam sweet hearted ness, no doubt charmed by his maturity. Zayn however is looking angry; knuckles clenched white and raw anger in his eyes. "Zayn..." I warn, seeing a spark of fear in my Mum's eyes at his angry demeanor. "Sorry Haz... I just don't know how anyone could ever hurt such a sweet woman like your mother." Zayn mutters, visibly relaxing and flashing my Mum a killer smile. "I promise to find the man who hurt you... and when I do, he will never touch you again. Can you perhaps describe him for me?" Zayn asks, leaning foreward with his elbows on his knees, sounding deadly serious. "Ummm... big guy, with a silver stud eyebrow piercing. Never told me his name, just told me to call him pet names. Oh, and he had the tattoo... it was a gold ring, right behind his ear." She says, thoughtly fully crossing his arms. Zayn gasps and my eyes dart towards him. "Ex-excuse me" He stammers and walks out of the room. I shoot my Mum an apologetic glance and follow him. I catch his wrist and pull hi towards me. "Zayn... what's wrong. You can't just walk out on my Mum like that, she's fragile and confu-" I begin to lecture him but am stopped by the look of horror in his eyes. "Zayn, what is it?" I ask, forcing him to look at me. Finally his gaze snaps to mine as if just noticing that I'm there. What he says next shocks me completely.

"Harry. It was Boss. My Boss."

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A/N:

Duh dun duunnnnn (dramatic music) Sorry for the cliffhanger! I'll try to update soon!!!

This dramatic chapter is dedicated to @ Damilove12 for her support and dedication to me!! Love youuu!!!!!