Brampton High (Zarry) ✍🏻

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Zayn POV

I was anxious. That thing I was feeling for Harry wasn't right. Harry would never go for someone like me. He had a son and a life, me on the other side, I was just a loser from a poor place with no future and no ambitions.

Of course, I did everything a teenager would do at seventeen, I searched for him on social networks. Strangely I didn't find any Harry Styles with his face anywhere. I found a Gemma Styles that was looking alike, but Harry wasn't appearing on any picture of her so I gave up.

I sat for a while in front of my house, trying to find the courage of getting in. I typed Harry's phone number in my contacts, texting him a simple "I'm home safe.".

It was weird the need I had to keep him aware that I was fine but for the first time in so long, I was feeling like someone cared.

I gave Harry so many reasons to hate so far, but he was nothing but nice with me. I knew that I was keeping my guard up, but I never knew how to let people in.

I took a deep breath before pushing the door of my house open. My dad was there, with friends. The were listening to loud music and were smoking weed around the kitchen table.

- Oh look who's here! Your faggot of a son.

One of them exclaimed. I had to bite the inside of my cheek making sure to keep my mouth shut and keep me out of trouble.

I tried to make my way to my room but Jeff, the younger one blocked me with his tall and muscular body.

- So... Zayn right?

- Right.

I said trying to pass by him but he moved quickly, his body shifting closer to mine. Way too close.

- Hey, you mind if I have a little fun with this one?

He screamed to my dad as I tried to escape, but he hold me right in place.

- You can fuck him for all I care.

I couldn't believe this. My own dad didn't even care if I was raped in his own house. I tried to get free but it was useless the guy was too strong.

He pushed me into the empty living room. Making me fall on the couch.

- So you like to suck dicks apparently. That's what your dad told us.

- Leave me alone.

He smiled sadistically.

- Not before you open your pretty little mouth.

- I said leave me alone! Don't touch me.

I screamed, trying my best to get away.

- Come, let me fuck your pretty mouth.

The man ordered, pushing his entire body against mine. His huge right hand was holding my jaw tightly while his left one was undoing his belt messily. I was wiggling around but he was holding me so hard that even breathing was a challenge.

I was about to pass out when I when something wet against my lips. I almost vomit right there. He pushed harder on each side of my mouth, making me open my mouth slowly.

As soon as he got the chance, he pushed his hard length inside of my mouth and grabbed my hair between his fingers, pushing in and out violently.

That's when the reality hit me. I was getting abused sexually in my own house, with my father's permission.

The disgusting man continued until he came all over my face. I was so numb that even the tears were refusing to fall.

He left me there right after suggesting to the others to take their turns. I painfully moved to my room, locking the door before going to the bathroom. I opened the hot water and waited to it to become burning hot.