One Shots | Zarry |

Superhuman

Superhuman:

I gaze through my lashes at the pretty brunette on the other side of the bar. He turns to me, his cheeks a beautiful pink, and smiles. I give a small one back, a slow opening of the lips. He looks at me a beat longer and turns back. The guy he's next to apparently doesn't like that, and whispers something harshly in his ear. His face drops and his lower lip wobbles.y vision clouds over with anger, how could you say something mean to that perfect human being.

I watch silently as he yanks his arm, then pulls him out of the building. My eyes trail to the door, and after a few seconds I follow. I hide in the shadows as he screams at him. "God fucking dammit, Harry!" The larger man pauses, and looks at Harry with eyes full of anger. "I bet you were going to suck his dick in the loo. Wouldn't you love that, slut." Slap. He slapped him, and he's full on bawling now. I stay in the shadow and feel myself heat up. But I continue to watch.

Harry's sniffling now, but starts crying again when he's pushed against the wall. "I'm going to fuck you so hard, show you who you belong to." Harry yells, but his cries are muffled by the mans hand. He thrashes, trying to escape his grip. I'm on fire now. I step out of the shadows slowly, making sure my footsteps would be heard. I stand behind the large man, and tap him on his shoulder. Harry's eyes are widen, brimming with more tears. The man holding him up turns to me only to yelp out. He drops Harry and flees the scene. I hold out my hand for the pretty boy on the floor and pull him up. I pick him up after seeing he's still in shock from the near-rape and seeing, well, me.

I carry him to my flat, my temperature dropping as I walked. He had stop shaking now, but he was gripping onto my leather jacket quite tightly. I stop once we reach my door, grab my keys and open the door.

Once we're inside I walk him to my room. I strip him out of his clothes and lay him in my bed. I shut of the light and turn to leave. "Stay please, 'm scared." I turn back around and strip down to my boxers and climb in beside him. He cuddles up to my taller frame and buries his face in my neck. "What's your name?" I look down at him, "Zayn." He nods. "Are you going to explain what happened at the bar?" I shake my head, "Some things are better left unexplained." He doesn't reply, I think he's nodded off. I drift off slowly.

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The next morning, I wake up to the beautiful boy laying on top of me. I wiggle out from under him, and take a moment to look at him. His lips are slightly parted, his hair is sprawled all over my pillow, his pale skin, covered in random inkings. I trail my eyes on him for a beat longer, then turn to walk to my kitchen. I make Harry a simple plate of eggs and sand some beef sausage. While I'm browning to sausage, Harry walks in. He's wrapped in my comforter, rubbing his eyes. "Hi Zayn," he mumbles. I hum in greeting. I plate up his food and set it on the table. "Eat up." He mumbles his thanks.

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"I know you said things are better left unexplained but I'm curious, please tell me," Harry pulls a pout, and I give in. "I'm, uh, kinda superhuman?" He tilts his head to the side and looks at me, "What do you mean kinda?" I breathe out slowly, "I'm Hellboy." His eyes widen slightly, "You're Hellboy? Oh my god," he blinks, "holy shit." I hum, "Yup."

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I might make a part two to this one, maybe with smut. I don't really know. -Chantael