(Harry POV.)
I opened my eyes and I didn't know where I was it took me a minute to find out. There was a warm strong tattooed arm around me. I couldn't believe it I was in Zayn Mailks bed and my shirt was undone. "did he see my scars did he see my bruises" I thought to myself.
I turned around and put my hand on the sleeping Zayns cheek. He was so beautiful when he was sleeping. I kissed his cheek softly "Zaynie baby wakey up" I said softly I kissed his nose then his lips softly and that woke him up. He groaned and opened his eyes and saw me and smiled. "hi baby" he said my heart skipped a beat "did he jusy call me baby" I thought to myself "hey cupcake" I said "i'm your cupcake all yours" he said and smiled. I giggled and hide my face in his chest. He was so warm I loved how he cuddled with me.
Then I realised this felt amazing being here with my teacher in his arms. "harry" he said softly "yes zayn" I said "I love you" he said really softly and looked at the ceiling. "i love you to Zayn" I said back.
He smiled with those perfect teeth of his I turned around so my back was to him. He put his arm around me and spooned me. I smiled and looked at the door. "so Zayn what are we" I asked "anything you want" he said as he kissed my neck softly. I let out a moan and I felt him sucking on my neck. "I think he was trying to turn me on and it was working" I thought to myself. Right when I realized this was bad he was kissing my v line. "zayn I... I can't" I moaned "it's ok your safe with me" he said as he bite the top of my pants and looked at me. I could feel myself getting hard as he got closer to my hood. I grabbed his hair and gently pulled him up he looked at me confused' "i can't zayn I told you" I said he kept looking at me I could tell he was upset but instead he smiled. "ok Harry i'm sorry" he said as he kissed my lips softly. "we will do it one day just not today ok I promise" I said smiling and all he did was nod and got off. "i'm gonna go take a quick shower" he said as he walked into his closet and then came back with a pair of grey sweats and a white t shirt and he put them on the bed "and you can change into these if you want" he said "thank you so much hun" I said. He turned around blushing and walked into the bathroom.
I got up and changed my clothes. I didn't see that the shirt was a short sleeve. I looked at my cuts then frowned and sat on the bed. "it's you all because of you why why did I do this I wanted him but no you got in the way like always no more I promise you will never come back and then I get to be with Zayn your just trying to stop me you fucking cuts hate you" I whispered to my self. I looked up and saw Zayn he had a towel around his waist and leaning against the bathroom frame staring at me. "how much did you hear" I asked hoping he heard nothing "all of it" he said as he folded his arm across his chest.
"oh" I said as I looked down he walked over to me and sat next to me looking down at the floor he didn't know what to say I could tell "zayn look ok I love you and always will but I don't want to put you though my shit and I don't want to disgust you my stupid scars are getting in the way and I wanted to do it but they wouldn't let me so be mad at me I get it how about you beat me up while your at it" I said as I looked down "harry I would never I love you and i'm never gonna hurt you i'm never gonna break your heart I love you harry I really do and those scars are not in the way you put them in the way" he said as he put his hand on my arm. "i love you" I said as I wrapped my arms around his waist and layed my head on his shoulder and hugged him "i love you to" he said as he hugged back. I closed my eyes and a real smile grew on my face.
Hey people this chapter took me two days to do cause my mom shes been sick so it was hard but at least I got it done please vote guys please
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