S.A.D || zarry au

fifteen

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        "Feel better, baby," Mum said kissing my forehead. She was convinced the medication I was, supposedly, "taking" was causing a mild side-effect.

        I stayed in bed doing nothing for hours. I couldn't do anything even if I wanted to. I had the biggest migraine.

        I heard the front door open and I sighed happily; Liam's here. My bedroom door opened about a minute later and in walked Liam.....and Zayn?

        I sat up and winced. Liam rushed over to me and gently pushed on my shoulders. "No, lay back down." I did and my head hit the pillow softly.

        "My head hurts like a bitch," I groaned.

        "Have you taken any aspirin?" Liam asked.

        "No," I answered.

        He hummed and walked out of the room leaving me and Zayn alone.

        Deja vu much?

        "How are you feeling, Harry Styles?" Zayn asked peering down at me.

        I ignored the way my stomach flipped when he said my full name and replied, "Like crap."

        I was telling the truth. This morning, I had got up, washed my face, and brushed my teeth before it felt like a boulder fell on my head.

        "I can fix that," he grinned. I didn't quite catch on to the amusement until he bent down and kissed me. It was as if the pain dimmed and my focus was plainly on Zayn Malik and his soft lips. He pulled back a few seconds too soon. "Better?" he asked.

        I shook my head and pulled him down for a deeper kiss. Our mouths molded together and and squeezed my side making me gasp. He took this time to slip his tongue into my mouth. He tasted like watermelon flavored gum; it almost made me giggle. He tilted his head so he could get his tongue deeper into my mouth. I moaned loudly the sound passing into his mouth. He bit my bottom lip gently before slipping his tongue back into my mouth.

        "Guys! C'mon! I'm not even in there yet and I can hear you!" Liam called from behind the door. He walked in with a glass of milk and two orange pills.

        "Correction," Zayn chuckled, "you could hear Harry."

        I blushed deeply and laid back on the pillow covering my face with my hands. My head was still aching. "Aw, baby," Zayn said; I could practically hear the smile in his voice. "Don't be shy." He pealed my hands away from my face and kissed my nose.

        Liam made a fake gagging sound, "Gross. And you say you aren't dating."

        "That's going to change," Zayn smirked looking down at me.

        What did he mean by that?

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        We all laid down in my bed with me in the middle (thank God I had a queen). Liam had put in a random movie and I ended up falling asleep. I woke up with the soft scrapping of nails on my scalp. It felt nice. It felt really nice. I let out a small moan and opened my eyes to see Zayn looking down at me with a smile on his face. "Hey, sleepyhead," he said softly.

        I hummed snuggling against his chest. "Where's Liam?"

        "He had to go to a doctor's appointment with his sister."        

        "What time is it?"

        "2:45pm."

        I sighed, "I wish I could be there with Liam."

        "Why?" Zayn's tone seemed irritated.

        "His sister had cancer and it think this was the PET scan he was telling me about. They're praying that it's all gone, for now and hopefully for forever," my voice was extremely rough because of my cat nap.

        "I didn't know," he murmured.

        "When she was first diagnosed he was so broken, it hurt me just looking at him. It was hard to get him through it, but he's okay now. At least, he says he is."

        Silence settled in.

        "Do you have any siblings?" I asked setting on my elbow.

        He smiled looking at the ceiling, "Yeah. Three; they're seven, thirteen, and eighteen. Love 'em to death. You?"

        "Sister, she's off on her own now," I moved my position and winced when I felt a shocking pain move through my stomach.

        Zayn noticed sitting up quickly, "What happened?"

        "N-nothing, just a bit of stomach soreness."

        "Mind if I look?"

        Shit. SHIT! He'd see the bruise Louis gave. Oh no. "No, I'm fine."

        "Harry," he said giving me a 'look'.

        "No I'm-"

        He was already lifting up my shirt and his eyes darkened when he saw the dark, purplish and bluish bruise. "How did this happen?"

        "Nothing, I mean- clumsy me I er fell..?"

        He didn't believe a word. "The truth. Did Louis do this to you?"

        Fuck.

        From the look on my face Zayn got his answer. He stormed out of my room and I got up. Pain shot through me but I didn't care. "Zayn!" I called.

        "I'm going to kill him!" Zayn roared.

        Then my front door slammed shut.

        I got to my phone as quick I could and tried to phone Liam but the line was busy. He's at the hospital so his phone was off. School wasn't out yet.

        I was in panic mode. Zayn was going to do something he'd highly regret and...

        I couldn't stop him.

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DUN DUN DUNNNNNNNN!

So I'm trying to spice up the story a bit. Give it a less boring factor.

Okay, so I might update one more time but Sunday-Tuesday I won't be able to update. Going on a trip and I don't think I can take my laptop. I'll tell you guys if I get to, but more than likely not. I'll be too busy to update a lot anyway.

Thank you everyone for your support! And thank you everyone who has already left comments and dropped votes on Stockholm Syndrome! I'll try to get the prologue posted before I leave!

Love you guyz!

Tori xx