S.A.D || zarry au

sixteen

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        I paced back and forth through my room trying to phone Zayn for the hundredth time this evening. I couldn't get a hold of Liam, either. All I could do was suspensefully sit here and wait. It was completely nerve racking.

        My front door opened and I ran down stairs as quickly as I could. Expecting it to be Zayn or Liam, it was my mother.

        "Oh, hi, honey. You seem like you're waiting for someone," she said peeling her coat off and she hung it on the rack beside the door.

        "uh, I guess you could say that," I said hopping off the last stair.

        "You've been a bit...different lately. Something happened?" She asked.

        I shook my head and looked down. She put her hands on my arms and gently rubbed up and down, "You know you can tell me anything."

        I looked up and that's exactly what I did.

        "Harry," she said afterward when we sat on the couch."Why didn't you tell me these things."

        Yeah, I guess I told her a half truth. I left out my anxiety attacks and Louis's bullying.

        "He's going to end up doing something really stupid," I sighed.

        I also said that Zayn left extremely upset with a guy (supposedly I "didn't know the reason") and that he was more than likely going to beat the shit out of him while getting the shit beat out of him. Maybe I worded it a bit different.

        "I'm going to take a shower. Stop worrying and go eat the dinner I brought home," she ruffled my messy hair and stood up before disappearing into another room. I leaned my head back against the couch and ended up falling asleep.

        I woke up to knocking on the door and small yells of, "Harry?!"

        I bolted to the front door and opened it gasping. Zayn was beat bad, but not as bad as I was expecting (which was a dead bad).

        He had a huge bruise on his cheekbone, dry blood under his nose and mouth, a cut on his forehead, a limp in his walk, and bloody knuckles. "Babe," he wheezed, "can I come in, maybe?"

        I helped him in and Mum walked around the corner not surprised when she saw Zayn. "Get him on the couch," she said running back to the bathroom.

        "C'mon," I helped him lay on the couch and he grunted. Mum came back a few seconds later with a first aid kit. We cleaned him up and gave him medicine.

        "I'd take him to the guest room, but I suppose you want him to stay on your room," Mum smiled.

        "Yeah," I blushed.

        "I have nothing to worry about," she said, "he's too weak to walk never the less have sex."

        "Mum!" I gasped.

        She laughed, "Take him up to your room and go on to bed."

        "Yes ma'am."

        She kissed my cheek, "Love you, baby."

        "Love you too, Mummy," I smiled.

        "Mummy's boy," Zayn said weakly with amusement laced in his tone.

        "C'mon, let's get you up to my room," I said.

        I helped him up to my room and he quickly stripped off everything but his boxers. I ogled his beautifully sculpted, tattooed body until he got in bed.

        I (completely and utterly embarrassed) took off my jeans and shirt before putting on night pants. I crawled in bed after turning off the light. I stayed a nice distance away from Zayn, but he wasn't having it. "Harry, come 'ere," he said grabbing my waist. He gently tugged me to his chest. My cold body was pressed up against his warm one.

        "Zayn, why did you do it?" I asked after a long period of silence. He didn't answer. "Zayn," I pleaded.

        "For you."

        "I didn't want you too," I sighed snuggling into his chest.

        "He's not going to bother you anymore," he scratched my head soothingly.

        "There's other ways you could've handled this, or maybe, just left it alone."

        "Left what alone, Harry?" his tone was irritated, "the fact that Louis was fucking physically abusing you?!"

        I lifted my head up and looked deep into his honey eyes, "I'm sorry."

        Zayn leaned in and kissed me softly on the lips, "It's not your fault. You have no need to apologize."

        I nuzzled my head in his neck and soon fell asleep.

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I'm back from my trip to Nashville! It was pretty cool, but once it was time to leave I was ready. I mean, my legs were/are extremely sore from all the walking, I barely got any sleep because I had to be up early for convention meetings, and I had was home sick. But, it was fun at times and I got to go to Hot Topic and Rue 21 multiple times and I lived off Subway.

But, hey, how was your weekend? Er, beginning of the week? I dunno how to word this.

LOVE YOU GUYS!

Tori xx