Secrets. ✍🏻

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Zayn POV

- Come on mate! You can't possibly win again.

- You're never winning when we are playing Fifa, Liam. Why this time would be different?

- Because it's statistically impossible for you win all the fucking time!

He said sending the remote flying to the other side of the room as someone knocked twice on the bedroom door. 

- What?!

Liam asked angrily. Harry, Liam's little brother head appeared in the door frame.

- Sorry to bother you Liam, can I talk to you?

- Come on Harry, there's nothing you can't say in front of Zayn.

Harry looked at me shyly before looking down the floor.

- Dad is at the police station again... he was drunk in the middle of the boulevard.

- Fuck.

Liam shout getting up, taking his wallet from the nightstand. I knew about Liam's dad. He had a drinking problem. He was also a very rough man to his kids.

They didn't have much.

I knew Liam for twelve years so i've witness some episodes of the lovely man that was their dad.

He onced hit Liam in front of me when we were young but Liam asked me to keep quiet about their home situation, so I did.

His dad was clearly more disrespectful toward Harry. He was constantly harassing him, pointing out his sexuality constantly. Humiliating him every chance he got.

The poor kid was always so afraid to be around the man.

- Can you stay here with Harry while I pick that dirtbag up?

Liam asked me.

- Of course, mate.

Harry was still looking at the floor, playing with his hands. Liam left, not giving a second look to his brother and I.

Harry stood there not moving for moment. I took a closer look at the boy I knew for so long.

He got taller recently. His hair also got longer. He was usually tying them up in a bun now. His lips were red and his eyes a beautiful shade of green, but they were sad, so sad.

That's when I saw the dark bruises on his jaw. It was weirdly positionned, like someone hold his jaw tightly. He also had what looked like hickeys on his neck.

I was surprised to see that on him. It was hard to imagine Harry having a "sexual life". For me, he was just Liam's annoying little brother.

- Who did this to you?

- What?

- The hickeys... you have a girlfriend?

He stared at me, not answering for a while. 

- I... no, no girlfriend.

- A boyfriend then?

- No. I'm single.

He said, a little blush creeping on his cheeks.