The Black Rose (Larry Stylinson AU)

Chapter 17-

A/N - I doubt anyone reads this but you guys are the best!!! Have a nice day :)

Happy 3rd month Anniversary to my gorgeous best friend Chelsea! I love you loads Egghead Styles! Cwiphswmcwasohm!♡

*Zayn's POV*

I can't believe my dad is finally coming home for a week! I seriously miss him.

I live with my mum now because my dad cheated on my mum with Harry's mum, hence the disagreements with our family's.

However, it wasn't always like that. Me and Harry actually used to be practically best friends.

We would always go around each others houses, go to the park, meet at least every weekend to just mess around and be kids.

But one day it all changed. One day my dad told me to stay away from him for good, and being scared of my dad, I stopped.

I never knew the reason as to why he made me stop, but I never asked either. I wondered, I always questioned but I was too afraid to ask.

Harry hates our dad, and I don't understand that either, but whatever they argued about must've been serious.

Every time I see Harry, I annoy him just to prove to him that my dad is right, however, I don't even know what I think he's right about.

"Zayn, why did this have to happen to you?!" I screamed. My mum is out because she knows my dad is coming home. She hates him, as does everyone else but me.

I guess you could say that I'm all my dad has left, as far as I know to.

Sometimes I wish I could turn back the clock, find out exactly what they argue about and fix it, because I seriously miss Harry. I may be all tough in front of him, but I'm really not tough at all.

If anyone was to hurt him, they'd never see daylight again.

That's why I told Louis to take care of Harry, I know Harry is gay and I have done for a long time. Longer than anybody else.

Which makes me wonder if that's what him and my dad argued about. But surely my dad isn't a homophobe! Is he?

The sudden opening of the front door caused me to snap out of my thoughts.

"Dad?!" I practically screamed.

"Hey! How's my favourite son?!" As much as I hate when he says that, I go along with it anyways.

"I've missed you so much! I thought you'd be here earlier, where have you-" my sentence cut short as my eyes landed on his hands.

"Zayn?" He questioned.

"Y-your hands, dad. W-why are t-they covered in b-blood?" My nervous shone through as I tried my best to talk.

"Zayn, listen to me" he stepped closer, but I backed away.

"JUST TELL ME!" I screamed, unsure where the sudden burst of confidence came from.

"I had to deal with something..." He trailed off.

"Something...or someone?!" I questioned, not wanting to hear the answer.

"Zayn-"

"Who, dad?! WHO?!" I screamed again, my voice cracking at the end.

"Him."

At the sound of that word, I knew exactly who. I knew they'd fallen out but surely he wouldn't kill Harry...would he?!

Sudden realisation rushed through me, as it hit me that Harry is lying somewhere, hurt or...no! He can't be.

I stormed past him and out of the room, but he grabbed my arm before I reached the door.

"Zayn Malik, where the hell do you think you're going?!" His tone was angry and aggressive.

"I'm going to the person I should've stuck with this entire time, you dirty piece if filth!" I spat before pulling my arm away and heading to Harry's.

Luckily it's late, so there's no cars around, meaning I could speed as fast as I needed to, to reach the house sooner.

Knowing my dad he would've gone to Harry's house, instead of the street. A house is more private.

Upon reaching the house, the lights were on upstairs and I began to question if Harry had even been hurt.

So, I darted up to the door and as I knocked on, the door creaked open. Confirming my suspicions on if he was ok or not.

"Harry?!" I shouted. No response.

"Styles, where are you?!" I shouted again. Still no response.

I ran around the entire bottom floor, no Harry to be found. So I decided that his bedroom would be the next best place to check.

However, I wasn't ready for the image that I saw once reaching his room.

"Harry?" I croaked out, my voice barely audible.

Kneeling down beside him, the cuts, bruises and scars were now so much clearer. Everywhere I looked there was blood pouring down him.

Acting upon instinct, I immediately rang for an ambulance, stating my name, Harry's name and his address.

The second after, I rung Louis. More nervous now than I was before.

One ring. Two rings. "Hey babe! How's my gorgeous boyfriend?!" He cooed into the phone.

I was silent for a moment before replying, "L-Louis!"

Then, silence fell upon us both.