One Direction One shots {boy x boy}

Im here for you {Zarry}

Harry's POV
My eyes are blurred by the tears as I rush to Zayn's bedroom, pushing the door open lightly. The covers were thrown back, and I could hear the water running as steam slowly flowed out of the slightly opened door.

I move over to his nightstand, messing through the drawers until I found what I was looking for.

I grab the pill bottles and almost sprint back to the downstairs bathroom, shutting the door and locking it behind me.

I slide to the floor against the wall, putting my head in my knees.

I let out a shaky sob as I open the bottles, not even looking as I dump a few in my mouth. My hands shake and my bottom lip quivers. The bottle falls from my hands and the many pills scatter across the tiled floor.

I frantically try to pick them up, but I jump when there's a loud knock on the bathroom door.

"Hazzy open the door!" Zayn calls.

"N-No!"

I collect a few more pills from the floor, shoving them into my mouth and quickly swallowing them dry.

"Hazza open the door!! Let me in!!" He bangs again.

I close my eyes, feeling myself get dizzy. I rest my head in my palm, smiling as I feel the pain in my stomach.

"HAZZY!! OPEN THE DOOR!! PLEASE!!"

His voice breaks, and for a split second, I consider opening the door to let him in. To let him hold me in his arms and comfort me. To tell me that it's going to be okay.

But I can't. I need to do this. I need to get rid of the pain. I can't live like this anymore.

I stand up, grabbing the counter for support, and I rummage through the drawers under the sink.

I smile evilly to myself as I pull out a razor, and turned it around in my hand as I watched the deals my blade shine in the sunlight coming from the slightly ajar window.

"HARRY PLEASE!!" He bangs on the door harshly, and I hurriedly slice the razor across my exposed wrist.

I watch as the blood drips onto the white tiles, staining it that crimson colour I knew all too well.

I cut again, again, and again, feeling myself get more dizzy as the blood keeps flowing out of my torn up wrists.

I didn't even hear the door burst open, being too caught up in the satisfaction that the cutting was bringing me, until two strong arms wrapped around me and took the razor from my hand.

"STOP! NO PLEASE I HAVE TO DO THIS!!" I sob out, struggling against the person.

"Harry stop. Please you need to calm down. You need to stop okay?" A soothing voice says in my ear.

Tears run down my face like a waterfall, and I try not to let my body shake with all of the violent sobs that were leaving my mouth.

"It's going to be okay."

I stop struggling and relax in the persons arms that I now understood were Zayn's, and turn around in his arms, wrapping my arms tightly around his neck and clinging to him as if I would fall if I let go.

"I-I'm s-so s-s-sorry!" I cry out.

He just whispers sweet nothings in my ear as he traces soothing invisible shapes on my back, calming me down as I stain his shirt with my tears.

"How many did you take Hazza?" He says quietly, his hot breath sending shivers down my spine as it touches my exposed neck.

I don't respond. I just whimper, which makes him let go of me, and start to inspect the bottles, and the pills on the floor.

He stands back up after a few minutes, and he wraps his arms back around me.

"You didn't take too many love, you should be fine. But we're going to the hospital just in case okay?"

I nod against his chest, and he sighs, placing his hands gently under my legs and hoisting me up. I wrap my legs around his waist, and he carry's me out of the bathroom.

"I'm here for you Hazzy, please talk to me before ever trying something like that. I can't loose you." He says in a shaky voice.

I bury my face further into the crook of his neck, letting him carry me out to the car.

He places me into he passenger side seat, and buckles me up, before getting in his own seat and starting to drive off rather fast towards the hospital.

Zayn's POV
I eye Harry through the corner of my eyes. He looked exhausted and just done with everything.

I watch as his eyes slowly close, and I panic.

"Harry?" I ask quietly.

"Harry?"

"Harry wake up!" I yell frantically, shaking him in attempt to get him to open his eyes.

I wipe the tears from my eyes and start to speed, not caring about the red lights and stop signs, or about the three cop cars that were now on my tail.

I don't even park as we enter the hospital parking lot, before I rush out to Harry's side door, and open it, pulling him out and into my tight hold.

I see the red and blue lights of the cops, but I keep ignoring it, rushing inside as my eyes start to get blurred again.

"HELP! PLEASE YOU NEED TO HELP ME!!" I sob.

A few nurses rush up to me and take Harry from me, placing him onto a stretcher. I try to follow, but they stop me.

"Sir you need to go with the doctor over there and tell him what happened. We need to know what happened in order to save your friend!" She rushes out before speeding off with the other nurses and my Hazzy.

Heyyyyy!! So like I was wondering if any of y'all would want another part to this lmao.

I'm assuming most of y'all do but I'm just checking lmao.

-Lizard