Partners (Zarry) ✍🏻

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Zayn POV

Cold. That's how I felt after leaving Harry's flat. I kept my secrets hidden deep inside of me for years and I knew I was about to release the worst part of me again. The one who hit before getting hit. The one who is keeping his walls so up high that it's impossible to get behind.

Louis knows that Zayn. He was there when I went through this the first time. When I saw his name in Liam's record, I fucking lost it.

Liam is important to me and to my best friend. There was no way I would let that teacher make his life even more miserable. The boy already went through hell and back.

I know how he works. He will make him feel important. He will see how needy for affection he is and get closer until he gets want he want. I know exactly how it goes. I see it everyday, in my job. My phone rang twice before I answered.

- Detective Malik.

- Hi Zayn, it's Louis.

- Hey mate.

- Don't you dare "Hey mate" me. I know that you relapsed yesterday night. I'm not stupid Zayn.

- It was just once Louis. I'm fine.

- Oh Zayn please, we both know that when it comes to him, you aren't fine. I'm also worried as fuck if you want to know. About my bestfriend, and about Liam. Do you know if... he did something to him?

- I don't know Louis. I didn't exactly had a nice chat with him.

- I will personally end him if he ever even think about it.

I couldn't help but being envious of Louis relationship with Liam. They weren't together yet I knew that he would kill for him. I wish someone could like me that much.

Who am I kidding, who would like an angry, moody asshole like me? Nobody yeah. That's why I never had anyone in my life.

- You're still there mate?

- Yeah. I... have to go. Don't worry about me, I just need to cure that hangover and I'll be top shape after that.

- Whatever you say, but don't go back to that bar... or I'll personally drag your ass out of there and it won't be pretty.

- I won't.

- Oh and Zayn, don't push Harry away, he is a good lad.

- What are you talking about?

- Come on Zayn, did you see those eyes!? I mean, if I didn't had Liam in my life, I would totally...

I hang up on him right there. A speech about what Louis would do to Harry was the last thing I needed. I walked home, constantly having flashback of the past. I hated it. Those thoughts never left my mind. Not even after all those years.

I came back home and did myself a black coffee before siting in my my art room. It was a huge room, full of white canvas. I never ever touched a paint brush after high school. When I bought my appartment,  i decorated that room, telling myself that I would get back into art eventually, but I never did. It was too hard.

I stared at a white canvas for hours as my mind wandered in dark places. After a while, I decided that it was enough, I swallowed two tablets for sleep and went to bed, waiting to go back to work impatiently. Work was the only thing I enjoyed about life.

The next morning, I woke up to the sound of an annoying thing ringing loudly into my ears.

The door bell! I jumped out of bed and ran to the door.

- Whatever you have to sell, I am not...

I stopped mid sentence when I saw Harry standing there, holding a tray of iced cappuccino and a bag in his hands. He was wearing a shirt with loud ugly patterns on it, but weirdly it looked perfect on him. Without my permission, he walked in. He looked around probably judging my messy flat.