The Beautiful Escape [ZARRY]

9

To Harry's amazement, the young girl shifted uncomfortably and looked sheepish before she joined her twin at the far end of the room. He was finding the family dynamics of this noisy household deeply confusing. Maybe it's just him? Maybe he's concussed, he thought. He closed his eyes and the room continued to spin.

Zayn took the stairs at the end of the far end of the room two steps at a time. He tore along the narrow upper hallways, shedding his layers of clothing as he went- the First Aid kit was exactly where he'd said it would be. Why couldn't kids find something when it was right under their noses?

"Learnt helplessness," he snorted in knowledgable disgust, and Mum let them get away with it, he thought disapprovingly as he rapidly retraced his steps. His respect for what his Mum accomplished on the home front had increased by leaps and bounds since he'd arrived home.

He tied up his spreading hair with the scrunchy in his wrist.

"I'll just clean up this head wound first." Harry endured Zayn's cleaning the small but deep head wound with patience. "I think it might be your collar-bone." Zayn bent over the chair, bringing his face almost on a level with Harry's.

Harry was confused. He didn't know where this man came from but he wasn't complaining. He watched his hands as he set about his task. They were nice hands, it was an even nicer face. He admired with a hint of envy; a face with a sharp jaw, thickly lashed brown eyes, sharp high cheekbones, and the lips, the full lower lip... 

Zayn raised his eyes and murmured, "Sorry. I broke mine once," he continued in a slightly husky, oddly familiar voice. "I know how much it hurts. I think it'll be less painful if it's supported, but if I hurt you too much, yell."

"I will."

Zayn's eyes lifted; under the scrutiny of those wide-spaced golden eyes, Harry got that strange feeling of familiarity again as he gave an unconvinced little smile.

"A fine nurse our Zayn is," the fatherly-looking figure remarked fondly.

Zayn; where had he heard it before...?

"They'll want to X-ray you in the hospital, I expect."

Zayn was halfway through tying the supportive sling gently around his neck before a stunned Harry saw what had been blindingly obvious all along.

The schoolgirl and the lean figured male were one and the same person!

"You're a guy!" Harry blurted out unthinkingly.

The note of resentment in the shocked cry made Zayn's lips twitch and his father's expression grow concerned.

"I think I should call that ambulance."

Zayn put the final twitch to the knot around Harry's neck and straightened up, brushing his hands down the gentle curve of his thighs.

"I'm Zayn."

"Harry," he gulped, not meeting his eyes. Since discovering the gender of his rescuer Harry seemed unable to stop looking at Zayn's groin area; bulky, all-male, his pants straining against the area. 

Zayn widened his stance for a better view. "Seems male enough now, huh?" he murmured while cleaning the wound.

Harry's head came up with a jerk; predictably, Zayn was smiling.

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