Sweet Pea •Zarry•

4.

Harry was sitting quietly in the back of the library, eating his lunch. He was quite pleased with himself after successfully getting in and out of the cafeteria without running into Jeremy or anyone else.

When he woke up that morning, he was at first giddy when he remembered the way Zayn held and spoke to him the night before. But then he remembered what happened to cause that and shivered.

He was nervous to even wait outside alone in his driveway for the bus to arrive. And he was dreading the fact that he would have to walk home today since he was staying after school to get help from a teacher on a project.

He tried not to think of the man's hands squeezing his shoulders, or the way he covered Harry's mouth so he couldn't make noise. The only thoughts that comforted him were those of Zayn's soft touch.

But Harry was also pretty sure now that Zayn wanted nothing to do with him, and that he only did what he did out of pity.

Harry glanced at the time and got up to throw away his trash. He wanted enough time to get to his locker before anyone else did so there would be less of a chance for someone to mess with him.

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The rest of the school day went slowly. It was uneventful, which was a good thing in Harry's book.

After finishing his project with his teacher's help, he made his way out the front of the school to head home.

He wasn't paying any attention to his surroundings, so Harry didn't see the two boys caught in a fight just ahead of him. He was too busy daydreaming about university.

He was pulled from his reverie when one of the boys fighting stopped to shove him to the ground roughly. "Get out of the fucking way!"

Harry landed harshly on his side and started to tear up when he noticed how the side of his arm was scraped and bleeding. He felt someone pull him up to standing, and moved his gaze upwards to see that it was Zayn.

Harry quickly realized that Zayn was one of the boys who was fighting. He was glaring daggers at the other kid, who had blood smeared around his mouth and a murderous tinge in his eyes.

Zayn tugged Harry away from the other boy, who was yelling, "This isn't over, Malik! I'm gonna fuck you up! Watch your goddamn back!"

This only made Harry cry harder, of course. The pain from his arm mixed with the embarrassment from crying in front of Zayn again left him a whimpering mess.

Zayn placed Harry in the passenger seat of his car, not saying a word.

Zayn was unaffected by the fight, he was used to it. It was Harry he was worried about. It was hard for him to ignore the poor boy. And he always looked so adorable.

They arrived at Harry's house, and Zayn led Harry inside and into, after searching for a moment, the bathroom.

He lifted Harry up onto the counter. "Where did you get hurt?"

Harry sniffled and held up his arm.

Zayn took care of Harry ever so gently, cleaning his scrape and placing a large band-aid over it.

He tried to distract Harry from the pain by singing softly. The pleasant noise comforted Harry and he found himself close to falling asleep.

When Zayn finished, he noticed Harry struggling to keep his eyes open, so he picked him up bridal style and carried him upstairs where he found Harry's room.

The decoration made his lips turn up a bit. The room was covered with stuffed animals and most everything was some shade of pink. The rooom was small, cozy, and suited Harry perfectly, Zayn thought.

He pulled back the covers on Harry's bed tucked against the wall and placed the sleepy boy down. When he turned to leave, Harry grabbed his arm.

His eyes were only half open, but the emotion was plain to see. "Please don't go."

Zayn sighed, taking off his shoes and sliding in next to Harry. The bed wasn't made for more than one person, so Harry ended up almost completely on top of Zayn.

He didn't mind though. The warmth coming off Zayn's chest was too hard to resist. And when he started singing softly again and running his fingers through Harry's curls, Harry couldn't help but be lulled to sleep.

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Harry didn't want to open his eyes. He was so comfortable and warm. He felt he had never slept so well in his life.
Peering up, he was met with Zayn's perfectly sculpted face.

All of a sudden, he felt anxious. Not only had Zayn seen his embarrassing room with all his stuffies, Harry had forced Zayn to lay down with him. And now he was laying on top of him, trapping him! Zayn probably thought he was a weirdo now! There goes making a friend. Zayn would probably never speak to him again after this.

Hastily (and against every fiber of his being), Harry tried to remove himself from Zayn's chest.

Zayn, however, had different plans, and tightened his arms around the petite boy, not allowing him to leave.

Zayn's eyes cracked open. "Where are you going?" He mumbled.

Harry's eyes widened in fear. Now Zayn was mad. God, he wasn't able to do anything right.

"I- I thought you'd want me to get off."

Zayn just grunted and let one of his arms move up to tangle into Harry's hair, which he found was just as soft as it appeared.

"Are you going to stop being my friend, Zayn?" Harry squeaked out.

Zayn furrowed his brows, his eyes still closed as he responded. "Why would I do that?"

The younger boy's cheeks reddened. "You're probably embarrassed of me now, 'cause I'm... childish."

"Im not."

Harry felt some form of relief, but he was still conflicted about how Zayn felt about him. But he didn't have enough energy to think very hard right now, so he just let his eyes fall shut again and cuddled into Zayn's warmth.

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a/n
I feel like Zayn and Harry have only said like 10 words to each other. I can't really tell if the dialogue between them is too far apart because everything seems longer when I'm writing it.

Whatever ♥️

Sorry about the shitty writing