Give and Receive ((Zarry))

Chapter 13

Warning: This chapter contains bad language and violent scenes and references. If you can not handle it you probably shouldn't read this...

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Harry's POV:

"Harry. It was Boss. My Boss."

My chest tightens and for some reason I feel on the edge of tears. The man Zayn works for... in order to provide for his sisters.... is the same man that beat me up... causing Zayn to rescue me and nurture me back to health.... which caused us to fall in love.... and now he just beat up my Mum.

I feel a single tear spill over. It's just too much. I look down the hall, towards my Mum not wanting to see the look in Zayn's eyes. "Y-you sure?" I manage to squeak out. "Yes... his tattoo is sort of famous... Oh god Harry are you crying?" He whispers, trying to catch my eyes with his. "N-no." I stutter, although I'm sure that he catches my lie. I feel his strong arms wrap around me and pull me into a hug. "Hey, it's gonna be okay. I'll make sure that he never touches you or your Mum ever again." He murmurs into my ear and I try to explain "I know... but it's just a lot to take in that he's the reason we became so close... without him throwing me out we might never have fallen for each other..." I feel his arms tighten around me and I finally meet his gaze. His chocolate eyes are filled with not the anger or fear I imagined, but love and wonder. "I believe that we would have still fallen in love. After I gave you that tattoo I couldn't keep you out of my head. And I promise that he's definitely not the main reason why we are together." He coos into my ear and I can't help but smile at how comforting his voice is. Then I think of something horrible. I have memorized every part of Zayn's body since our earlier... activities, but one thing stuck in my mind. He had 3 large scars. One slashed across his collarbone. And a large 'x' shape marking his back made up of two criss-crossed scars. Besides that it was quite obvious that his body had taken quite a beating, there were small scars and bruises covering his torso, but not very noticable. Before I had thought that they were results of fights or maybe his parents anger... but I wonder? 

"Zayn... please be truthful.. those scars? Are they from-" I begin, trying hard not to stutter. He quickly cuts me off. "Some of them are from Boss. But he's never hurt me as much as he hurt you that one time." He says; a grave expression painting his face. I hold in a gasp. This time I wrap my arms around him and pull him closer. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to pry... Zayn?" I ask, hesitance seeping into my voice. "Hmmm?" He answers, turning his head away from me. "I-I'm scared Zayn. D-don't do anything dangerous with your B-boss... okay? I can't bare to think of you h-hurt." I half-whimper, voicing back threatening tears. "Oh baby it's okay. I won't do anything... yet. Let's go talk to your Mum. Is it okay if we don't tell her about Boss.?" He finally looks at me asks before gently pressing his lips to mine. "Sure. I love you" I say, finally finding my confidence. "I love you more" He whispers against my lips, before pulling away and beginning to walk down the hall towards my anxiously waiting Mother. "Impossible!" I call after him. I hear him laugh and follow him.

Zayn's POV:

I plaster a smile on my face when I meet Anne's worried expression in our main room.  "Sorry for running out like that. This is just all a bit overwhelming, and brings back unpleasant memories." I explain, and she visibly relaxes. "What do you mean?" she asks and I quickly realize my mistake. By this point Harry has joined me with his arm wrapped around my waist protectively. "You don't have to tell her" He whispers in my ear and I shrug a 'why not?' i response before turning back to Anne. "Let's just say that I didn't have the best childhood. My parents used to hit me frequently after they found out I was gay." I inform her, working to keep my voice level and to hold back the memories tormenting my brain. "Oh my... you poor boy. No offense... but I hate homophobes!" She exclaims, awkwardly enveloping me and the still attached Harry in a hug. "None taken, so do I." I reply, trying to pull away out of her death hug.Thankfully Harry pulls away, detaching her grip in the process, even though I immediately miss his comforting warmth. "Anyway I came to ask a favor-" she begins and I cut her off. "Excuse my interruption, but I want to propose that you stay with me for a while, you and Harry of course. I have a guest room that you could stay in, until we're certain that Bo- er, that man has gone away for good." I say, using my politest voice possible, trying to cover my slip of words. "Wow, you are by far one of the kindest boys I have ever met Zayn. I was just going to ask that you return my son, but your offer is too good to be true. That is, if I wouldn't be imposing." She replies, sounding completely surprised. "Of course not! I would love to have you here. And I'm sure I could live through having Harry around for a few more days." I say, smiling full on at the idea of more Harry time. "Thank you Zayn. You have been so kind to me." She says, engulfing me in another warm hug. I look over her shoulder to see Harry looking at me in wonder and pride. "What" I mouth. He wordlessly pulls his Mum off of me and wraps his arms around my laugh, kissing me full on. I melt into the kiss and my hands find his waist, feeling an urge to rip his clothes off and make him mine..... in front of his Mum. Probably not the best idea. I pull away to see Anne blushing bright pink and Harry smiley sheepishly, a similar color. I just smirk before turning back to Anne. "I'll take you and Harry back to your apartment so he can get your stuff." I say, holding out an arm for her. 

----BACK AT HARRY'S APARTMENT-----((time skip cuz I can))

I walk into the apartment, holding Harry's hand tightly with one hand and holding Anne's with the other. Harry takes his Mum's hand wordlessly and they go to pack. That's when he makes an appearance.

"BOSS!" I yell out in shock to the burly man who just walked in behind me. "Daniel? What are you doing here?!" He exclaims in surprise, his pierced eyebrow raising. Daniel is the fake name I use so that Boss and his coworkers can't track me once my sisters have enough money and I leave. "Visiting my boyfriend and his Mum!" I reply. "That curly haired wimp is your boyfriend Daniel?" He asks, sounding disdainful. I feel my blood begin to boil. "Fuck off! Were you seriously the pompous asshole that beat him up?!" I yell, stepping towards him.

"Yeah, he wasn't much of a fight, the wimp he is." He sneers and I feel my anger rise to an all new high. I fun towards him and punch him straight in the jaw. He stumbles back, holding his right cheek. "He is not a wimp." I seethe, clenching my fists and moving towards him. He may be bulkier to me, and may have beaten me a couple times, but I'm quite the fighter when there's something worth fighting for. I hit him again, my knuckle connecting harshly with his temple. He cusses, stumbling farther back before snapping out of his daze. He slams his fist into my face, hitting me square in the jaw. Pain spikes up my jaw and I slide back. He then knees me straight in my stomach, and an all too familiar churning pain slowly spreads through me. I let out a groan and look up to see a terrified Harry standing in the doorway. The look of pure horror and pain on his face fuels me. An unexpected adrenaline rush pumps through me, and I force myself to stand up straight. I duck as I see a clenched hand barreling towards me once more. And I take the chance to body slam Boss in the gut. I slam into him and feel him crash against the wall. I hear the definite sound of skull smacking a wall and smile through the pain. Unfortunately for me my small victory turns into a fail when Boss takes the opportunity to punch me. Hard. I tense against the impact, feeling a large spike in my pain level. My vision blurs slightly, and I know from experience that I will probably pass out soon. As I said before, I've been in a few fights. That's when I feel Boss's gaze turned away from mine. I look in shock as he is spun around and punched in the throat. He stumbles back towards me and I take the chance to grab his arms and push him out the door. "Stay the fuck away." I growl, feeling a metallic liquid fill up my mouth. I turn and see Harry standing there, looking absolutely terrified, one of his knuckles bleeding. I wipe my mouth with back of my hand, before realizes that there is blood welling between my teeth. Harry gasps when I pull my hand away and I look down to see it covered in red liquid. "I'm fine. Y-your hand." I breath, weakly motioning to Harry. That's when the world fades black.

A/N:

Hey there loves! So this was a pretty dang dramatic chapter, with a touch of sweet Zarry fluff.

Thanks so much to everyone who is reading this!!!!!