Partners (Zarry) ✍🏻

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Zayn POV

I don't know what came to me when I said that Harry was my boyfriend. I just said the first thing that came to my mind to upset my mother, but now that I was siting, waiting for dinner with Harry's hand resting on my thigh, I was feeling comfortable. The way he pulled my chair for me to sit. The way he was smiling at me like I was special to him.

Harry was a very good actor.

After a couple of glass of wine, I spotted him across the room. He was talking loudly, shifting from a feet to another trying to keep his balance. When his eyes met mine, he smiled arrogantly and raised his glass to me.

I simply looked away.

I knew that Mark was probably somewhere close Paul like he always was. My suspicions were fast confirmed when Mark spotted me from the other side of the room. I could tell all his attention was on me when he saw Harry's hand holding mine.

He immediately walked up to me.

I felt Harry tensed when he saw him probably just worried I would start a fight here.

- Zayn, good to see you tonight.

- Cannot say the same Mark.

- You came with your... partner ... is that right? We met the other day.

He extended his hand toward us making me flinch away. Harry protectively put his arm around my shoulder not shaking his hand back, squeezing me closer to him.

- Partners in every aspect of life actually, Zayn is my boyfriend.

Harry said with an intimidating low voice.

- Oh, I see ...the flavor of the week? Zayn always liked whoring around. He was a little bitch even at fifteen.

I was about to say something back when Harry pushed me behind him, towering over Mark.

- If I were you, I would immediately shut the fuck up and go back to my seat. Zayn is not a whore and I will not accept anyone talking about him that way.

- Is there a problem here, Mark?

My mom asked, obviously taking Mark's side.

- No Trisha. Everything is alright. Just having a talk with you son. You know catching up on life. Remembering the old days. Meeting his boyfriend.

Paul walked to us and that's when I knew that things would get ugly very soon.

- What the fuck do you think you are doing Zayn?

- I was invited by mom.

- No, what the fuck you've been doing here with.... him.

He slurred, pointing at Harry.

- I came with my boyfriend to my mom's birthday, have a problem with that, Paul? Maybe you should take another Brandy and mind your own business old man.

He grabbed me by the collar of my shirt, punching me hard in the face.

- I won't accept this kind of behavior from my son.

I smiled, wiping the blood off my nose, stopping Harry from killing him right there.
It's funny how homosexuality wasn't a problem for him when he caught his best friend in bed with me when I was fourteen.

- I won't ever be your son. Let's just leave Harry.

- Zayn wait, you know how he gets when he is drunk...

- I'm so fucking fed up of you finding reasons for him. Mom, wake up! He is an acoholic prick. He treated you and me like shit for years. Don't expect me to come back here. As long as you're with him, consider me dead.

I walked away not even waiting for Harry. By now everybody was looking at us.

I made my way outside, sitting in the driver's seat of my car. Harry sat beside me a couple of minutes after. He hold my hand without a word.

- I'm sorry about tonight Harry. I don't know why I did that.

- Why Liam's teacher was there?

- He is my step father's bestfriend.

- And why exactly do you hate him so much?

- It's a long story.

- You can tell me, you know. Anything.

For a moment, I almost confessed to Harry, but I couldn't. He would think i'm weak.

- Maybe another time.

I said looking at his hand in mine.

- You don't have to play the boyfriend anymore you know.

- I think i'll stay in the role just a little longer.

He stated, holding my hand harder, pulling me toward him. He kept his eyes glued on mine as he got closer and closer. I didn't know how I felt about Harry but in that specific moment, it felt so right. His lips hovering mine like he was scared of what he was doing. It was like the world around us paused for a moment when our lips collided. I felt like a kid having his first kiss.

Harry was the first boy I kissed... willingly. His lips were moving on mine perfectly. It felt like he actually cared for me.

We both stop kissing when we were breathless. I was aware that kissing my partner wasn't the smartest decision but Harry was making me feel like no one else could.

He smiled at me shyly.

- We should go home and put some ice on your face. My place?

He asked and I nodded. Normally I would never have the courage to join a man that just kissed me, to his appartment, but I knew that I could trust Harry.

He gave me ice and served me a beer.

- About the kiss... Did you ever kissed another guy before?

- I did.

- Who? An ex boyfriend?

He asked, way too curious.

- No, oh god no. He was far from beeing my boyfriend.

- Why did you became a police officer Zayn?

- I needed to do something to help people. I could have worked in any department, but the special unit was exactly what I needed. Helping young boys and girls with abuse. I could... relate to them.

I cleared my throat knowing exactly with I just confessed.

- Zayn I...

- I don't need your pity Harry.

He didn't mentionned it again that night. We went to bed together without another word, knowing that Harry would be gone in the morning.