Partners (Zarry) ✍🏻

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Harry POV

I woke up to the light snores of Zayn, he was cuddling the pillow besides me, mumbling incomprehensive things.

He was so beautiful in the morning light. I stroked his cheek with my thumb praying for that moment to last forever.

The events from the night before flooded through my mind, all I could think of was a young Zayn getting abused by that man. Nobody, especially not him deserved something like that. Now I was wondering how bad was it? I mean, I understood that something wrong was done by Mark, Zayn mentionned rape, but I didn't know how far it went. Was it a one time thing or it was recurring? I was imagining the worst scenarios, finding myself getting very angry thinking about them. I needed to protect Zayn, from everything.

I was also worried about Liam. We needed to save him. If my assumptions were true, Mark was following the exact same pattern than he followed years ago with Zayn.

I slipped my fingers down Zayn's skin, tracing his tattoos, wondering the story behind them. I was terrified by those new feelings I was having for him but I couldn't help but fall in the dark, without knowing if there is water or the ground under me. I couldn't go back, i didn't want to.

All my life, I worked alone, doing everything to achieve my goals, moving here, being enrolled as a police officer, becoming a detective. I did all that for me, to please my own ego when Zayn on the other side did that to help. Just to help. He was pure, he was nothing like he is trying to let other people see him.

He stirred out of sleep, rubbing his hazel eyes and yawning. He almost fell out of bed when he realised that I was by his side, watching him sleeping.

- Goodmorning.

- Harry... You're still here.

He stated, searching for something on the floor.

- Ha-Ha! Found it.

He put his shirt on, his eyes not meeting mine. I was wondering why he was acting so strange when I realised that he was uncomfortable being shirtless around me.

He tried to pass by me and leave like he is always doing but I stopped him. I laced my arms around his waist, until he fell on my knees. He was still looking away unable to meet my eyes.

- What's wrong?

- I didn't expect you to be by my side in the morning.

- Why?

- Because ...you know... What I told you... I could understand if you lost interest ... In me... If you were even interested in the first place.

- Zayn... shhhh... you're rambling. I would never leave without telling you. My interest in you is still very intact. Nothing changed, never be scared of telling me things. I'm here for you.

I turned his head just enough to kiss him.

- I like kissing you very much. Are you hungry?

- Not really...

- Perfect, I will cook eggs and bacon!

- Harry...

I completely ignored him and went straight to the kitchen. I cooked everything and even managed to do a smiley in Zayn's plate.

- You're a dork you know that right?

I simply smiled, happy to see him in such a good mood. I was cleaning around the mess that I did with the breakfast when I something caught my attention. It was a piece of paper dissimulated between two magazines.