Abused A Zarry Story

Chapter 32

Zayn's Pov:

Harry and I were walking home to his house, hand in hand.

I loved being around Harry, he took a weight off of my shoulders.

Even though he was suspecting something about me, why else would he let me stay at his house?

That was the only explanation, other than him feeling pity for me.

Which I hoped wasn't the case, I hated pity.

"Harry can we make a quick detour?," I ask nervously, hoping he doesn't question me too much on it.

"Sure where?," Harry asks curiously.

"Just walk with me Styles," I say, rolling my eyes at him.

I thought I had hurt Harry's feelings, but he followed closely behind me.

"Wait here," I command, trying to be stern.

"Whatever you say King Malik," Harry mumbles sarcastically.

There is a tree, by my window to my room.

So quietly and carefully I climb the branches, until I am right by the window.

The window is open, because I left it open last time, and Alan doesn't come into my room ever.

Unless it's to give me a beating.

So I quietly open the window, and jump down carefully onto the floor.

"Sweet I'm in," I think quietly to myself.

There was only thing, I wanted to grab, that I had left behind.

Pictures of Alan, nope.

Just Oliver Twist, that Harry had bought me.

I never had finished it.

It was still hidden, under my mattress.

I pulled it, until it came loose, and out the mattress the way it was.

Hopefully Alan wouldn't notice, I had been here.

If he did, I would be in deep shit.

I don't think he even realized, I hadn't been home in ages.

He was that clueless, also I doubt his drinking had got any better, so he was too wasted most of the time to notice anyhow.

So I grabbed the book, and was climbing down the tree as carefully as I could.

"Did you get what you wanted?," Harry asks smiling.

"Yes let's go please Harry," I say almost pleading.

This house still haunted me, even though I had only been gone a couple of weeks.

Harry's house felt more like home, than this hellhole had ever.

Harry and I started walking away from the house, when we both heard the front door opening, and a voice screaming across the street.

"Hey cocksucker!." "You left without even telling me!," Alan yells, drunkly stumbling towards us.

"Let's go," I mumble, quickly crossing the street, and not looking behind me.

Harry didn't understand I don't think, but just followed me anyways.

Luckily Alan didn't do anything crazy.

Or Harry would have been more suspicious.

All I needed was for Harry to figure everything out, and then it would be all over.

Alan probably would hurt me even worse, and then Harry could get hurt too.

I couldn't chance that.

We walked up the pathway to Harry's house, and he looked like he wanted to question me.

But I slid past him, and walked up the stairs to his room.

It was late, so Anne must have gone to bed.

I lay down motionless in the bed, and Harry comes in closing the door.

"Okay Zayn what was that about?," Harry asks seriously.

"What do you mean?," I ask, pretending to play dumb.

"That man." "Who was that?," Harry asks.

"I don't know what you're talking about," I say stubbornly, turning over to face the wall.

"You can tell me." "Please Zayn be honest," Harry says, grabbing my hand, and sounded very concerned about me.

I knew I shouldn't lie, but I had no choice.

"He was nobody." "I've never seen him," I lie, and lean over to turn out the light.

"Whatever you say Malik," Harry says, sounding frustrated with me.

Harry soon fell asleep quickly, but I couldn't sleep.

It was impossible.

Now I had disappointed Harry.

So I was about to make a decision, possibly a stupid one.

I was going to go back to Alan's house.

And Harry wasn't going to be able to stop me.

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