Partners (Zarry) ✍🏻

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Zayn POV

I gave Louis a call saying that we needed to talk about Liam. He immediately responded saying that he was coming over.

- I hope Liam is not hiding any injuries.

- I don't think so.

- So... Will you explain why we have to wait for Tomlinson to get here?

- Louis and Liam are... close. You know... Friends...

It took a moment but Harry's eyes lighted up like something clicked in his head.

- Oooohh I see, it's not you that is in love with Liam, it's Louis! It makes sense now. The way he destroyed his office the other day, the way he worries about the kid.

I rushed by his side and took a full hand of his t-shirt pushing him against the wall. 

- I swear Styles, if you ever repeat that to anyone else, I will personally end you.

- I won't tell. As long as Louis is not taking advantage of the kid... I'm fine with it.

- No, no... Louis is not like that. They love each other. Louis is the best thing that ever happened to Liam.

- And what is the best thing that happened to you Zayn?

He caught me off guard with his stupid question. For a moment, I thought about my life, thinking about how nothing really made me happy in a very very long time. Harry was still close to my body, waiting for my answer. He was looking at me with his big green eyes and his perfect pink lips. I leaned closer and he didn't moved away. I was so close, so fucking close to kiss him when the door bell rang loudly in the apartment making me jump as far as possible from Harry. Did I just tried to kiss my partner? Fuck. Louis walked in and eyed me weirdly.

- Is it too heated here?

- No why ?

- Your face is all red.

Harry stood behind Louis, with a slight smirked on his face. How I wish I could just erase that stupid smile from his face.

- Anyway, where's Li?

- In the bedroom. Be careful, he seems to be very shaken up by ... whatever happened to him.

- Don't worry, I will.

Louis left the room, leaving nothing but Harry and the awkward tension between us behind. I tried to busy myself by cleaning around the room but I knew that Harry wouldn't let what almost occured between us slip so easily.

- So are we gonna talk about it?

- No.

- Why?

- Listen Harry, I got caught up in the moment. It meant nothing so don't look for things that doesn't exist.

He looked hurt for a moment before his face changed to the same neutral expression he had before. The guy was so fucking hard to read.

After a long and painful silence, Louis finally came back in the room.

- We need to talk. Alone:

He told me seriously.

- What ? No! I'm his partner, I have all the right to know about Liam. It our case, not just Zayn's case.

- Listen Harry, I understand your point of view but I have to talk to Zayn about personnal stuff first.

- I know about Liam and you.

- You told him?!

Louis exclaimed, obviously irritated that I shared his secret. He wiped his forehead nervously, looking at me with daggers in the eyes.

- Do you realize I can lose everything if that guy you barely know open his mouth about it Zayn?

- He won't talk. I swear Louis you can trust Harry.

- Oh yeah? Should I now? Did you trusted him with your secret Zayn?

He knew that was something I would never talk with Harry.

- Louis. Shut up. Just..... don't go there.

- Why Zayn are you gonna hit me?

- What is your fucking problem Louis? I told you that we can trust Harry.

During all that time Harry was standing on the side, pealing a banana, listenning to our fight like he was watching a football game.

- Are you done? You're both annoying. Louis, relax I won't tell. Zayn didn't really told me, I guessed right. That's all. Now, what's wrong with Liam?

- Liam refused to tell me what was wrong. I think it is serious Zayn. He... he had those eyes... I've seen those eyes before... He never acted this way over his stepdad. I'm sure there's something else.

I knew what eyes he was referring to. It was my eyes back then, when Mark was still in my life.

- I will talk with Liam, I will tell him everything so maybe he will accept to talk to me.

- Zayn you don't have to...

- Sorry, tell Liam what?

Harry asked clueless.

- Trust me for once.

Was all I said.

Harry POV

I watched as Zayn got in the bedroom, a lifeless expression on his face.

- Anyway, I have to go Harry. See you tomorrow and take care of Liam and Zayn for me please.

- I will.

He left me alone with my thoughts. I probably should have sat in the living room but the curiosity got the best of me. I silently walked up to the door, pressing my ear against it.

- Liam, I know what is going on with your art teacher.

- No you don't.

- Liam, I know how it goes because... well because I was his student back in the days. I know how he probably saw bruises on you. How he made you think that he would protect you from your step father. How he told you how important you are to him, until you told him all your deepest secrets. Then he changed. I know exactly how he became posessive, how he manipulated you into thinking you asked for it after he raped you. Because that's what he did, right Liam?

I felt my heart sank....he raped Zayn. Mark Stevens abused Zayn when he was a teenager. I felt an immense feeling of protectiveness rising into me. Like it was my job to take care of Zayn from now on.

- You need to tell me Liam, so we can arrest him this time. I'm sorry I didn't talked years ago and got him arrested. I'm so sorry Liam.

His voice was trembling. He was emotive I could tell. I was still shaken up by the confession I just heard. I decided to go sit in the living room where I was supposed to be in the first place. I stared into space until Zayn came back. His eyes were red and puffy. He completely ignored me before taking his pack of cigarettes and walking out on the porch. Leaving me with tons of questions I couldn't ask because he couldn't know I heard him....