Partners (Zarry) ✍🏻

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Can we take a moment to appreciate the sexiness in this picture?

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Alright. Enjoy the next chapter babes :)

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Harry POV

I was proud of Zayn. He finally made Liam talk about his step-father. I was aware that he was trying his very best to protect the teenager from Mark also without having to arrest him. Zayn didn't want his story to come out, it was obvious.

After the arrestation, the hospital kept Liam's mother under watch since she needed time to assimilate all this things Liam told her about her husband. She even had to be sedated.

The social services questionned Liam and us about the situation and they accepted Louis to take him in since he offered until the trial. He was a police officer after all and Captain Horan talked in his favor.

Liam was happy. He still needed to stay at the hospital for a night or two but he was relieved, his eyes were brighter. That's why I liked my job so much.

Zayn offered to drive me back to my place and I asked him to come up with me.

- It's late...you could ...sleep here?

The look in his eyes went from a cute boyfriend to a terrified little boy.

- I don't know.

I placed my hand on his arm brushing my thumb on his skin.

- Zayn, we can just... sleep. I can even take the couch if you want.

- You must think I am a freak.

- No. I think you're amazing. I just want to spend the night in the arms of my boyfriend. The day was eventful and I thought it would be a nice way to end it. I don't want you to go.

He hesitated a moment before answering.

- Yes ok. It's not like we never slept in the same bed....And ... did you... did you called me boyfriend?

- That's what we are. Well I hope that's what we are, we went on a date, we kissed, I consider that you are my boyfriend. Except if you don't want me to be....

He shut me up by kissing me, closing the inexisting debate. The lights in the flat were dimmed when we got in.

- You can take a shower if you want to. Everything is in the bathroom. I have a pair of sweatpants that could fit you.

- A shower sounds perfect.

While Zayn was taking his shower, i prepared him a warm tea.

When he came back to the kitchen he was wearing nothing but the pants I gave him. I couldn't help but stare at my perfect boyfriend.

- Tea! What a great idea.

- I... uh... do you want a tshirt or something?

- No it's hot in here.

- It sure is now.

I mumbled my eyes still glued to his defined abs. For an unknown reason, Zayn's body was making me feel like I wasn't enough for him. Sure I was in shape but not... that in shape.

- You train a lot?

- I've been single forever Harry, I have nothing better to do. Plus it gives me some feeling of security. Like i'm strong enough to defend myself now.

He explained sadly.

- You need to forgive yourself Zee. You were just a kid. I'm sure you stood up for yourself even back then.

He took a sip of his tea looking awkward. I thought I said something stupid until he spoke again.

- I never even tried to stop him. I asked him politely to stop. I should have hit him...I should have told someone.

- He was your father's bestfriend's Zayn, someone you thought you could rely on. He took advantage of you. Nothing is your fault.

- It was happening so often that it was some kind of routine. I would lay there until he was done.

I was horrified just thinking about the young and scared Zayn getting raped by that monster.

- Does your step-father knows?

- He does.

- What?! And he didn't stop it?

He shifted uncomfortably on his seat his eyes not leaving his tea.

- One night, Mark was sleeping at home because my father and him drank too much during the dinner. Of course, Mark faked being drunk to stay at my place. I knew it, but there was nothing I could do about it so I waited in the dark in my room until he cracked the door of my bedroom open in the middle of the night. He walked up to my bed and sat beside me. Even if it was the hundred times he was doing it, I was as paralized as the first time. He moved the blanket and pushed my boxer down. I knew my parents were just two rooms down the hall and doing that in my own house was risky for him. But that's what he liked, the danger, the hunt. He.... touched me. Telling me how sexy I was, how he loved me and how proud of me he was. He was always telling me nice stuff while he was doing horrible things. After a while he... he took out his dick of his pants and forced me to give him a blowjob. I was.... doing it when my step-father entered the room. I was on my knees, giving a blowjob to his bestfriend and all he did was smile. He smiled and watch as Mark was abusing me.

I couldn't find the words to describe how angry I was.

- You must think I'm ... used. Because that's how I feel... used.

- Zayn... I think you are a lot of things but used isn't one of them. Brave, sexy, nice, courageous, strong...

I said getting closer to him. I placed a long and slow kiss on his lips, letting him know that he was perfect to me.

- I don't deserve someone like you Harry.

- I think the lucky one here is me.

I kissed him again before taking him in my arms. I placed a kiss on his shoulder, taking in his manly smell.

- How about we go to bed?

- Sure.

We both took place under the sheets in my bed. It was nice to have Zayn here. It was like my empty and lonely flat turned into a home. Zayn was feeling like home. I laced my arms around his waist and pulled his body closer to mine. I slowly drifted into sleep knowing that from there, I would never let anyone hurt my Zayn again. Ever.