Brampton High (Zarry) ✍🏻

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Harry POV

I was feeling guilty for pretty much throwing Zayn out of my place in the morning but my old demons were lingering in the back of my head, telling me that he would go to that party and end up in someone's bed drunk or baked; just like my ex was doing all the time.

The truth is I was scared of what was happening between us. We couldn't be together it was illegal but I just... couldn't stay away from him. That Liam guy was also worrying me. I knew how close Zayn and him were, and I knew that they went together at that party.

It was now eleven thirty at night and I had absolutely no news from Zayn since he left this morning. I sighed, emptying my mug in the sink before preparing for bed when I heard a noise coming from the back door.

I was scared out of my mind. What if it was Jason?

I took a knife in my hand before looking through the kitchen window. All I could see was a men siting on my porch, head in his hand.

I opened the light just to see that it was Zayn. But something wasn't right. His clothes were torn and there was blood on it.

I quickly opened the door, panic filling me instantly.

- Zayn! What are you doing here? What in the world happened to you?!

He didn't answered nor moved.

- Come on, let's go inside.

I told him, keeping his shaking body close to me, my arm around his shoulders. His cheeks were stained with tears and he had a hard time breathing.

- You should have called me.

- I couldn't. You were upset.

- Fuck Zayn, I would never be too upset to help you! Who did that to you? I want answers this time.

I said as he lay down on the bed in pain. I lifted his shirt up to see why he was hugging his body. He tried to stop me but I gave him a stern look.

My breath caught in my throat when I finally saw what was under. Not only because of the defined abs or the tattoos but because of the lashes he had all over it. Like someone had whipped him all over. He also had different colors of bruises. From dark purple to green ones indicating that it wasn't a one time thing.

I said nothing. I went to the bathroom, keeping all my anger inside. It was bringing back awful memories but I needed to be strong for Zayn.

I picked oigment from the drawer, water and plasters. I didn't know how I would be able to take care of his injuries but I knew we couldn't go to the hospital. First because Zayn would refuse, obviously, but also because being with my student, at my house, a saturday night at midnight would end up in an endless questionning by the doctors.

When I got back in the room, Zayn was sit his back to the pillow and was trying to look at the dammage.

- Shit.

- Was it someone at the party?

- Harry, Please. Can we not talk about this now?

He asked sadly.

- I told you Zayn, I expect the real story this time. I won't judge you. I would never judge you. I know how it is... to feel like you have to stay. I want you to know that you don't have to go through this alone now. I'm here for you.

He looked at me like I just grew a new head.

- Why would you stay? I'm just trouble.

- Zayn, I started this, knowing that I could lose my job, but it's something I'm ready to risk, if it's for you.

He blushed, his eyes glued to his chest.

- He beats me all the time...

- Who Zayn? Your dad?

He nodded, tears falling down his eyes. He wiped them very fast, trying to look strong in front of me.

- Let me tell you something... When I first moved here with Luke, I was always sleeping in his bed, afraid that Jason would take him away. I didn't care about Jason hurting me, but it was killing me to know that my kid had to go through all this. That he had to see me like this, bruised and weak. I was so ashamed. But one night he told me something, he said that he was glad that we left because his dad was scaring him. That I was his hero. That's when I knew I did the right thing. Someday you will find the force to leave and not looking back. You will understand why you did, and how much better your life is away from there. You will be happy, Zayn. And I will always be there to help you through all this. Step by step.

Suddenly his lips were on mine. I was carefully kissing him avoiding to hurt him more than he already was. The kiss was so good. It felt so right. My hands touched down his body when I realised that he was not only hurt but also a minor.

- Why did you stop?

He asked innocently and I almost gave up right there. His hazel eyes were shining under the dimmed light of the room pleading me to continue. He was looking like bambi ... a very sexy and absolutely not innocent bambi.

- Harry?

- Yeah. I...

I coughed loudly... trying to hide my embarrassment.

- I think it's too early... For us to go that far. Plus, you are hurt. 

- I can take it.

- No Zayn.

- Is it my body?

I took me a moment to understand that he was insecure about himself.

- Maybe you want someone more... manly? Who can fight for himself... Who looks like a man.

- Look at me.

I softly asked, lifting his face with my finger under his chin. My thumb caressing his jaw lightly.

- Zayn, you are perfect. I saw it the moment you walked into my classroom even with that shitty attitude of yours.

I joked laughing a little. He smiled and took my hand hesitantly.

- You really didn't drink tonight?

- Yeah... why were you so upset about me partying?

- I was scared.... that you would go to that party and end up with Liam or something.

- I would never do that Harry. I don't care about other guys. I care about you. I don't quite understand why you don't see that. Even if we don't really know each others for a long time.

It made me soft to hear him say that. It was so cute.

- Let's take care of your injuries and get some sleep; Luke will probably wake us up at dawn.

We got ready for bed and went to sleep. I hold Zayn tightly hoping I could protect him from everything. From his dad, from himself, from everything.