Stole My Heart (A Ziall and Larry Love Story)

Chapter 32 - Thoughts and Feelings

*Author's Note*

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*Niall's POV*

I wake up with a groan as I see the sun blaring through the open curtains straight into my eyes. I wonder what the fuck the time is because the fun is far too bright and I roll over to see the alarm clock display reads 13:00. Great, 1 in the afternoon. I guess that's what happens when you don't get to sleep until 4 in the morning after a great deal of sex. And not just any sex: hot, aggressive sex involving quite a few, erm, instruments. Josh showed a new side to himself last night when we got back to his house after we finally left the hospital. The four of us resolved our issues and now Harry and Zayn are starting their relationship together, and so are me and Josh. All seemed fine between us but I get the feeling Josh isn't convinced that I have feelings for him as strong as his for me. Honestly, I don't think I do either. I do like him, but I still can't get Zayn out of my head. Anyway, last night Josh clearly wanted to prove a point and make it clear to me that I 'belong' to him. I'm not complaining at all though because seeing that side of Josh was so fucking hot! Is it wrong to admit that I really enjoyed being treated like his little c**k s**t? Probably not. But what is wrong to admit is that even after all the fun I had with Josh last night, Zayn was still the one to fill my dreams...

*Harry's POV*

The first thing I notice when I wake up is the silence in the house. I know I came back alone last night because Niall went round Josh's and nobody had seen Liam for a while but I assumed Liam would be back by now. My mind drifts to the hospital and I wonder how Zayn and Louis are. I'm completely overcome with guilt at the image of them both in hospital. It's all my fault Louis is in that hospital and I can't stop feeling guilty about it. On top of that though, I also feel guilty about the fact that I am not overly worried about Zayn despite him being my boyfriend. Boyfriend, huh. Something I never thought would happen. I never, ever would have expected to have a boyfriend. I mean, it might have crossed my mind once or twice but I never expected it. Especially not with Zayn. I always pictured myself with Louis if I was going to be with a guy. Shit. I can't think like that! I'm with Zayn. I only think about that because Louis and I are best friends. And, of course, because of what El told me. That's all. Right?

*Zayn's POV*

I fucking hate this hospital. Stuck in this room with nurses and doctors in and out every few hours, wrapped in bandages with tubes in my arms, shit food that tastes like cardboard. And lets not even mention the humiliation that is pissing in a bedpan. I wonder what time the boys will come and visit me today. It'll be nice to see Harry even though I am terrified of the fact I'm in a relationship with a guy. I've lusted after Harry for as long as I can remember, and now he's actually mine I'm shitting myself. Typical really. I'm hoping Niall comes to visit today too. I hated falling out with him and now that we're okay with each other again it'll be great to prat around with my best friend like I normally do. Well, as much as possible when I'm currently bed-ridden. I just hope it's not too difficult to look into his beautiful blue eyes knowing how much I hurt him. Knowing that I lied to him so badly. It will break my heart if his eyes give away that he is still upset with me. On the other hand, I hope his eyes don't look like they did when he was staring up at me as he took my d**k into his mouth. Whoa! Snap out of those thoughts Zayn. Don't think about Niall like that. Imagine your boyfriend doing that to you. I harden slightly at the image of Harry giving me head but even as I try and picture it more clearly in my mind his features become less defined. His eyes are less like emeralds and more like the ocean. His hair, still curly, becomes a lot lighter, like a dirty blonde colour. What the fuck is wrong with me?