S.A.D || zarry au

eighteen

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        After school Liam and I rushed to the police station as quick as possible. I barged in and a police officer watched us criously, "May I help you boys?"

        "We're looking for-" Liam started but was quickly cut off when he heard a distant voice call "Harry! Liam!" We ran back there police man hot on our tail.

        Zayn was sitting alone in a cell, well, was. Now he was at the bars holding onto them tightly. "Zayn," I got straight in front of him on the other side of the bars, "What the hell are you doing  in here?!"

        The police officer answered before Zayn could, "He's physical assulted a friend of mine's boy."

        "Louis?" Liam questions knowing about the whole situation.

        "Yes."

        "Zayn," I look back at him, "how bad did you beat him?"

        He completely ignored my quesiton and spoke to the man harshly, "He diserved it!"

        "How so?" He rolled his eyes.        

        "He was phsically abusing Harry!"

        "Harry? You?" He asked pointing towards me. Then he laughed, "Louis would never."

        "Tell that to the bruise on my boyfriend's ribcage!" Zayn spat.

        I lost my breath. Boyfriend. Boyfriend. Zayn just called me his boyfriend. Oh my God. I don't recall him asking me to be his but fuck that! He called me his fucking boyfriend!

        I snapped out of my little daze and the police officer spoke once again, "Who's to say you didn't do that?"

        My stomach dropped and Liam and Zayn gasped. "I would never physically or emotionally hurt  Harry. Ever. I have every fucking right to accuse Louis because the school has recorded camera's and I have witnessed Louis's bullying first handedly."

        "Watch your tone, boy."

        "Then get your facts straight before you go accusing me as an abuser.."

        The man sneered and walked to the recently opened front door. "Where is Zayn Malik? Where is my son?"

        Tricia Malik rushed to us as quick as possible and had about the same reaction as me, "What did you do?!"

        "Mum, can I please explain this all to you when we get home?" Zayn asked.

        "No, now," She said sternly.

        "Mummy, please," he said softer. She sighed and told the officer to unlock the cell doors. He did and Zayn came out as quick as possible.

        "Let's go," she said sending me an apologetic smile. "Hi Harry."

        "Hi Tricia," I said back shyly.

        Zayn walked over to me and pecked my lips softly, "I'll see you later okay?"

        "Okay," I murmured with a small smile.

        He left and so did me and Liam. I was so extremely worried. I didn't know where this would lead. Will they let Zayn off easy? Are they going to bring him to court? All these questions swarmed in my head and my hands were shaking. I wasn't about to have an attack. It was just that all of these emotions at once were a bit much.

        "Harry," Liam said after we parked in front of my house, "you need to calm down."

        I nodded a lie. I couldn't calm down. I just couldn't.

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        Zayn didn't show up at school for a few days and it had me extremely worried. More than ever. He wouldn't return my calls or texts and I felt like I was intruding if I tried to go over to his house.

        Also, rumors were flying around school. They ranged from "Zayn was sent to prison" "Zayn did drugs and got caught" "Zayn pulled a knife on Louis" "Zayn is insane" and the worst of all "Zayn abuses Harry Styles". That one was completely ridiculous but some people had the nerve to believe it and ask me if everything was alright because they "know what Zayn's put me through". Least the say, I was harsh under any circumstance because it pissed me off.

        When I got home Friday evening my phone rang the second I flopped onto the couch. "Hello?" I asked not looking at the ID.

        "Harry?" Zayn asked sounding like he was crying.

        "Zayn? What's wrong?!" I asked my whole mood sinking.

        "They're..." he paused.

        "Who's what, babe?" I asked scrunching my eyebrows.

        "They're sending me to court."

        Oh no.

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And there it is.

Tori xx