Book Of One Shots

I Should Have Kissed You

Ship: Zarry Stylik
Song Inspired: I Should've Kissed You
Dedication: am_ri_taaa_

Harry Styles and Zayn Malik were in the same college. But they weren't friends. They have mutual friends like Liam, Niall and Louis. But the two are not exactly friends.

They don't know why, they hang out with their friends everyday, they saw each other everyday. Hence, they don't feel like they'll get along.

Whenever they bump into each other, they would just nod or smile a bit for a greeting, but they never really talk.

Harry's friends are oblivious of the bullying his getting from other students on their college for being a gay.

Harry was never been a closeted gay, he came out confidently first to his family who accepted him, and to his friends who respect him and his sexuality.

But not all people will be on your side. Harry's good at hiding things though. But that things are bruises and cuts on his body.

He never told anyone about the bullying because he don't want to be a burden. Even though he's gay, he still believes that he's going to be strong, not to fight back, but face the consequences alone.

He smiles, he laughs, he jokes, he cheers everyone up infront of all. But the wounds on his body aches him. That's how he is everyday.

One day, after all the classes they had, he alone walks on the parking lot to go home peacefully. But unfortunately, those jocks came out from nowhere wearing evil grins on their faces.

Harry stepped back but he bumped on someone making him turn around. It was Daniel. The leader.

"Acting so strong for being alone all the time, eh?" He smirks holding a baseball that made Harry's eyes widened. He swallowed thickly.

"Why are you doing this?" Harry mumbled, eyes becoming teary as fear hovered over him.

"You asking me that? Gays have no place in this world so as you, Styles."

And with that they started punching him and kicking him. Leaving no space on his body for bruises. Harry tried to runaway but Daniel used his baseball bat to hit Harry's knees for him not be able to escape.

Laughing devilishly, leaving Harry laying down weakly on the cold floor. Blood dripping down on his face, purple bruises, broken leg and a very dark eye.

A word left out of his mouth that he never thought he would say after a long time.

Help.

Zayn, who was running on his way to his car after the football practice, noticed a body lying down the cold ground. He grew nervous as he thought of it was a dead body. He slowly walks and reaches for it and his eyes widened when he saw who it was.

Harry.

He kneeled down infront of him and check his pulses. He sighed in relief knowing Harry is still alive. He gently nudged him and Harry opened his left eye weakly.

"H-help... me." He mumbled and Zayn's heart sank.

"Shh. Okay, okay." Zayn hurriedly carried him in his own car amd drove home.

Zayn carefully treated Harry's wounds and put bandage on his broken leg. He stared at Harry who's sleeping on his bed. Still not believing someone nice as him could experience this kind of bullying.

He knows Harry's nice and bubbly, energetic and cheerful. But he doesn't know why does this happened to him. Since when and who did this?

Zayn prepared a dinner for the two of them and he woke Harry up.