Zarry Oneshots

Coward

Zayn Pov

"Why do you wear so many bracelets?"

"They hide the scars on my wrists."

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"Harry please! Let me help you!"

"Leave me alone Zayn!"

I stood there, helpless. I stood there like a coward. I stood there like an idiot, watching my best friend cut himself.

The hot tears steadily ran down Harry's face as he cried, holding his leaking wrists. I was frozen in place, too shocked to even do anything.

"Thank you all for gathering here today at the funeral of Harry Edward Styles. Now before we start, his best friend Zayn Malik wants to have a few words."

It was quiet while I walked up to Harry's open casket. His eyelids were shut, trapping his emerald eyes behind them for eternity. I'll never get to look into them again. All because of me being a coward.

I held the skinny mic in my hands and brushed the infinitesimal lint pieces off of my green tuxedo. It was my idea to have everyone wear green, in honor of Harry's death. His eyes were always a beautiful color, a color like no other.

Special.

"Harry was my best mate. I could have done something. I was too much of a coward though. Too afriad to get a little bit of blood on my hands than to help him. Call me a coward because that's exactly what I am. I- I can never have a conversation with him anymore. We won't get to tell each other our stupid stories anymore all because of me. All because of my  cowardness."

I shook away the thought of being a Harry's funeral. Would I want that? No I wouldn't. Instead of gaping at my best mate, I ran over to help him. His loud cries were like a knife to my heart. I will never forget the sight of blood dripping down his fragile wrists from that bloody blade.

"Harry why would you do this!?" I cried. I pulled the boy up to his feet and helped him to the sink. I helped him rinse away the red substance from his body. This boy didn't deserve pain and misery.

I took the time to help Harry clean his wrists and bandage them. I looked into Harry's eyes, pleading him to tell me what possessed him into cutting himself.

"Don't look at me like that. It makes me feel pathetic. I am pathetic."

"If you're pathetic, then I'm a coward."

"You're not a coward."

"You're not pathetic."

We stared into each other's eyes for a moment. It was a look none of us ever gave each other before.

"Why'd you do it?" I asked, barely above a whisper.

I took his bandaged wrists into my palms. I kissed each bandage before looking back at him.

"Please?"

"The man that I love is with someone else."

"Who? Tell me Harry."

"You. You're with Perrie and not me."

"Perrie can you do me a favor?"

"Sure, what's up?"

"Uhm. I'm in love with Harry, but I'm too much of a coward to even tell him about my feelings. Sooo, could we fake date to make him jealous?"

Perrie squealed on the other end of the line, chanting 'I knew it!'

"Of course!"

"I don't love her, I love you. I always have Harry."

"Then why are you with her?"

"I'm a coward. I was too afriad to tell you about my feelings, that I tried to make you jealous."

Harry's eyes filled with tears. I instantly pulled him into my arms, whispering sweet nothings into his ears. Gentle kisses and whispering calmed down the crying boy in my arms.

"Y- you hurt me Zayn!"

"I'm sorry angel, I really am, I re-"

His lips cut me off mid sentence. It was the best feeling of my life. I've always been waiting for this to happen, and now it was.

"I love you Harry."

"I love you Zayn."

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"Why do you wear so many bracelets?"

"They hide the scars on my wrists."

"Harry, don't tell him that!" I scolded.

I scooped up my three year old son and gave Harry a look of disapproval. My green eyed husband chuckled lightly and shook his head.

"Give him to me, I gave birth to this little man," he laughed. I handed our son over, who sat into Harry's lap with a smile.

"Dada actually likes the scars on his wrists. They mark the day that your papa and Dada first declared their love for each other. Cool right?"

"It is but it isn't,now stop telling him all of this Harry!" I hissed, trying to knock some sense into my husband.

"Edward, don't ever do anything bad to yourself, understand? Ignore what your Dada is saying because he's crazy."

"Okay papa."

Even though Harry is a cheeky little shit, I love him with all of my heart. I dont regret anything that day. I now have a beautiful son and husband all in my life.

Just because I wasn't a coward.