Take you and make you mine- A One Direction Fanfic [BoyxBoy]

ChApTeR FiFtEeN: Its you

[A/N] Fuck! I really need to actually update faster, like shit im sorry!!!:( So many of you are so amazing and i let you down so often -.- im so sorry!! This chapter is kind of rubbish eh? i could have done better i think, but whatever they will get better soon, and im sure you'll all love what i have planned ahead :D

Song i chose was Welcome Home by Radical Face, omfg im obsessed with it someone hold me<3 anywhore i chose it because I think its just...a good song choice for this chapter :P

The picture over there of Zarry is so cute like i just choked.

Dedication of this beautiful chapter is to @insanityangel because damn gurrrl u left a huge comment on the last chapter!:) Okay so again i love ALL of you like so much and you make me smile with every comment you leave, it makes me want to cry knwing so many of you appriciate my work :) Im sorry about the late shitty chapters and shit but really im trying!

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ALSO! OMFG I LOVE YOU ALL SO MUCH LIKE DAMINIT I WAS NOMINATED FOR A 1D BROMANCE AWARD!! GO VOTE FOR ME PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE!! THE ACCOUNT RUNNING THE AWARDS IS @1DBromanceAwards, SO MY AMAZING PEOPLE GO THERE NOW AND JUST DO IT- VOTEE IN THE ZARRY SECTION <3 

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Zayn's pov.

He understood. He cares. He is there for me. The things Harry had said to me, just make me want to cry in astonishment. I've never told anybody about the things that happen at home, I've never opened up to someone like how I've opened up to Harry, not even Liam. Liam doesn't even know what happens at my house, he doesn't know a thing.

It just makes me smile, when I think of Harry and know that he worry's about me, and that he cares. It's been a few days now since I've told Harry my secret, and every day since then he asks me how I'm doing, how is it at home, am I okay? Really nothings happened since the day I cut myself, my dad is suspiciously being tame, and he isn't waking me up with harsh words. One might say he's changed, but I say that something bad is going to happen, I can feel it.

This morning I walked to Harry's house, texting him the whole time till I got there, and when I did arrive he only greeted me with a simple hug because his mum was home. We were now in Harry's room on his bed, holding hands while we were looking through Christmas films on the TV.

"Hey Zayn? What do you want for Christmas?" Harry asked as his thumb stroked over my knuckles soothingly

"Mmm, I don't know, nothing really." I shrugged, empty minded for the thought of presents and want, when all I want is what I was getting right now.

"Oh come on! You have to want something- and besides if I didn't get my boyfriend a Christmas present what type of boyfriend would I be?" Harry reasoned, whining a little as he turned his head to look at me now and not the TV screen.

"I really, really, don't want anything. All I need is you and I'm happy" I winked and leaned forward to press my lips over Harry's, he kissed back for a second, softly before he pulled away.

"Your such a sap babe" Harry chuckled as I let out a small laugh as well. "But really babe, I need to get you something." He brought up the subject again, rolling my eyes I huffed and leaned back onto the head board of the bed.

"No you really don't" I repeated, hoping Harry would understand that I didn't. Harry rolled his eyes, now sitting up and sitting in front of me so I couldn't see the TV anymore. Not that I didn't mind the pretty sight of my wonderful boyfriend before me but really, was he ever giving up?

"Yes, I do." He smirked. "I can give you anything you wanted, like a new jacket, some new boots, a video game? Maybe hair-wax if you're running out?  I can get you anything!" Harry exclaimed, clasping his hands on my shoulders. I bit my lip, looking down at my lap, a little bit of guilt washing over my body.

"Harry...you cant get me anything if I cant give you anything back..." I mumbled quietly, feeling slightly ashamed that I couldn't even afford to get my own boyfriend something for Christmas.

Harry softened his features as he let out a breathy "oh." then knitted his brows together as a small gentle smile twitched on his lips. "Awh, Zayn babe... Is that why you don't want me to get you anything? Because you don't have enough money to give me anything back?" He whispered, brining one of his soft hands to cup my jaw slightly.

Hesitantly I nodded, still not looking into Harry's perfect green eyes. "I...I cant let you give me something, if I cant even give you anything back. That just...makes me seem so pathetic. Really Harry, I wish I had money so I could get you all the presents you deserve for being so damn perfect, it just makes me so mad that I don't have enough money to do that"

We stayed silent for a minute, Harry still not saying a word while I still stared at my legs crossed. Suddenly Harry's hand was lifting up my face, making me stare at his gorgeous eyes.

"Zayn...You're going to listen to me, okay?" he asked softly, responding with a nod Harry smiled a little bit, then licked over his lips before speaking. "Babe, I'm really sorry...If I knew that's how you felt then, I never would have asked you what you wanted...And, really I guess I don't need anything either for Christmas. I just enjoy getting people I care about things as a way of telling them how much I really love having them in my life...and you are one of those people who I desperately want to get something for, because you mean everything to me." 

Throughout Harry's miniature speech my heart fluttered numerous times, my cheeks heating up and my lips twitching into a wide smile after it all, eyes watering because never had anyone ever said something that wonderful to me before.

"R-really? I...I mean everything to you?" I asked in disbelief.

"Yeah...you really do" He breathed, a pink color running across Harry's beautiful pale skin. My smile widened further, heart-beating right out of my chest as I leaned forward and pressed my lips to Harry's, once lips touched a smile spreading over lips so teeth hit, causing us both to laugh lightly.

Still smiling I kissed him again, much more deeply, with my eyes closing and Harry's following along, my hands threading into his curls while we kissed.

Eventually we pulled away, grinning like we were both told we had one a million dollars but my smile wouldn't drop I just couldn't force it to. "You mean everything to me too babe" I whispered, and right then; I realized, I'm falling in love.