Territory(A Larry Stylinson story with a side of Ziall)

Chapter 1: Moving on

~~With Harry and Zayn~~

Harry's grandfather was driving, Zayn and Harry to their new home. It wasn't really anything fancy, it was just a normal house. Three bedrooms, two which are huge and a guest room. It had a kitchen, which was fully stocked, a living room with every game console and a huge plasma screen television hung on the wall. They each had a bathroom connected to their rooms. They had a big back yard and his grandfather had even gotten them all cell phones so they could keep in touch. They smiled when they saw their new two story house come into view. The outside of it was a nice white. When Harry's grandfather dropped them off, they stood by the road waving him off. They lugged their suitcases into the house. They each went their separate ways.

Zayn's POV

I walked into my room with my suitcases in hand. My room was painted red, with rock band poster's every where. I had a big screen television, and a California king size bed. I went over to my closet and started to hang my clothes up on the rack. I put my shoes on the floor of the closet and shut it. I went into my bathroom. My bathroom was just a normal bathroom, it had a shower, tub, toilet, and sink. I sat all of my hair products down beside the sink and also put my hair straightener with them. I looked in my mirror. I couldn't believe my parents had said yes.

(Flashback)

Harry and I we're walking into my house.

"Mom? Dad? Can i talk to you guys?" I called out.

"What, sweetie?" My mom asked when she came out of the kitchen, my dad following close behind.

"Can I-can I go with Harry? He's going to stay outside of the res for a little while and I really, really want to go!" I begged

They sighed, "Okay, sweetie. Just promise that you will be good." I smiled, nodding. I ran up and hugged them, then I went upstairs to pack my bags.

It had been as simple as that. I really hoped that this was a good idea, but i'm just not sure.

Harry's POV

I walked into my room and sat my suitcase down with a smile on my face. I looked around at the white walls, yes my walls are white. It's because I like to write and draw, so i'm going to draw and shit on my wall. Get over it. I saw my large flat screen and California King bed. I walked over to my closet and put everything up. I walked into my bathroom. It was a regular bathroom but I have a Jacuzzi tub. I know Zayn doesn't, I let out a small laugh. I went back into my room and set off on arranging my things. I put all of my DVD's and CD's in my cases, and then put all my books on my book shelf. I smiled as I hooked my phone into charge. I looked at the picture of my mom as my wallpaper. It couldn't have went any worse.

"Mom? I want to talk to you!" I called out to my mom, I walked into the living room. "Mom?"

"What the fuck do you want?!" She snapped.

"I-I want to go off of the res and stay-" I started

"YOU WILL DO NO SUCH THING!" She shouted.

"But mom I really want to go! Grandpa said it would be okay."

"I don't give a flying fuck what that old man says! I am your mother and you will not leave this reservation!" She stood up and slapped me across the face "You ungrateful little shit."

I ran to my room and packed everything I could, as quickly as possible. I packed all of my clothes, books, movies, and CD's. I also packed my laptop. I rushed out of the house.

"Where the fuck do you think do you think you are going?!" She roared

"Away from you!" I called back with tears in my eyes

"Well I don't ever want to see your ugly little faggot face ever again."

And with that I kept running until I ran into Zayn and my grandfather. We set out to the new house.

I didn't realize I was crying until I saw a tear drop onto my phone. I layed down and cried myself to sleep.

Zayn's POV

I walked into Harry's room to see what he was doing. I saw that he was asleep so I cut off the light and shut his door. I went to my own room and fell asleep. We had school first thing in the morning. I groaned I dreaded this.

Harry's POV

I laid down in my bed after I had finished putting my close and such up. I sighed, slowly falling into a fitfull sleep.

I was walking into the reservation holding the hand of a really attractive guy. He was deathly pale, with blue eyes and auburn hair. He looked down at me and smiled. He put his hand on my bloated stomach. I gasped when I felt something INSIDE of me move. I realized that we were standing outside of my house, my old house I mean.

"What are you doing here?! With a vampire at that? And your pregnant?! How could I have ever had a son so sick like you!" My mom shouted, rushing up to me. She punched me in the stomach and I felt a sharp pain. I looked over at the guy. He wasn't there anymore, instead it was replaced with my father, he was laughing hysterically.

"That's why I killed myself I knew he would be like this!" My mom punched me one more time and I fell to the ground, holding my stomach. My baby, my baby was dead.

I woke up crying. I looked around and saw that I was back in my room. I laid back down, and went back to sleep. This time there were no dreams.