Take you and make you mine- A One Direction Fanfic [BoyxBoy]

ChApTeR TwElVe: Sad steamy endings

[A/N] (ZARRY WON!)Hey guys! im sorry its been like 2 weeks or so, but i did this before my homework and its already 11:32pm so FEEL GRATEFUL BITCHES! Lol seriously i was supposed to be working on this an hour ago but did this instead cause i felt bad. Anywhore, here is chapter twelve, hopefully its good.

I have to say something though, people have been asking me why i like 1D, well i wrote a short story about how i came to like them, and my journy about how they fixed my pain. If you would like to relate this story then go read it in 'my works' box thingy. 

Song i chose was cut by Plumb. I likey disy songy! :D

Picture is of Zayn and Harry holding hand'sish. :3  cute k? k :D

Dedicated to @SalLovesNiallForever because i just laughed how her comment was just simply "NOSH!" hahah <3

Hope you enjoy! this chapter is a bit longer so enjoy! :)

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Zayn's POV

I was seated inside my black car driving down a dark lonely road. I looked around trying to find my house number and my house. The run down structures casted creepy black shadows on the crispy white snow that had fallen earlier that day. I found my house, dark blue with paint peeling off it. I hated how our house looked, but we couldn't afford anything else, the car I have is the only expensive thing we have left since my mum died and lost her job...

I sighed getting out of the car and slamming the door behind me. I took the small key out of my pocket and pushed it into the small hole, tuning the metal object hearing a small click before I pulled out the key and closed the door behind me getting into the house.

The smells of rotten wood, alcohol, and dirty dishes filled my nose. Grimacing I set my keys down on the kitchen counter and made my way towards the staircase, having to pass the living room like always my father sat there passed out with a bottle of beer in his barley there grasp.

I shook my head "Lame excuse for a father" I scoffed then walked up the stairs, I made my way into one of my sisters rooms, opening the creaky door hearing it squeak when I pushed it a inch. Safaa laid there snuggled up in three large blankets with a sweater on, even though she was covered she was shivering, so I smiled and took off my leather coat, lifting her body and wrapping it around her. She smiled in her dream and snuggled in her bed more loving the warmth my jacket provided.

You see, we couldn't afford heating in our house, considering my Dad didn't have a job, and no one would hire me, we were living off the money we got from the government, which is barley enough to buy us meals everyday, but we managed. Although, we would be better off if my dad didn't blow all the cash on liquor and shit.

I kissed Safaa on the head and left her room, going into mine and sitting down on my old mattress. I didn't have any good blankets like how Safaa did, I let her have all of them cause she's younger. You see, I did have two other sisters, and their rooms are still here in this house, untouched. But...they are gone too, along with my Mum, somewhere in heaven. They all died in a car crash last year.

That's how my dad turned mental, into an alcoholic. I leaned back against the wall when my pocket started to vibrate. I brought my phone out from my jean pocket, picking it up and answering it.

"Hey Babe!" Harry's voice exclaimed through my phone, a smile instantly spread its way across my lips, feeling butterfly's rise in my stomach.

"Hey Haz! What's up?" I asked lying down on the bed starring up to the ceiling, with the phone still pressed up against my ear.

"Erm, well I was just wondering, maybe we could basically tell my Mum about us next time you come over yeah? She always wanted me to have a boyfriend so she would be completely fine with us" He asked hesitantly and quietly through the phone. I chuckled and smiled wider; I found it really funny that Anne still hasn't walked in on us both snogging in Harry's room yet.