Broken {Zarry Stylik}

Chapter 62

Zayn's POV
After a few boring and uneventful days I was finally allowed to leave the hospital. I didn't like this. I'm supposed to be dead. Maybe I should try again. But they're not going to leave my side now.

I need to find away that will assure that I die. To feel as much pain as possible.

I shake my thoughts away as Harry leads me out of the hospital into the sea of paparazzi.

They swarm me with questions, and Harry pulls me through, keeping a tight grip on me, Chris right behind us and Paul in front, keeping them from trampling us to the ground.

I have a little trouble getting into the car, but Harry helps me up before taking his seat beside me.

We drive off, the loud screams soon fading as we get farther and farther. I rest my head on Harry's chest, and he holds me close, running his hands through my hair.

I'm going to miss this, but Harry deserves better. I'm just a burden to everyone. I need to leave. I don't deserve to be here anymore. I can't do this anymore.

Paul drops us off at the house, and the three of us, Bailey as well, walk inside and take off our shoes and coats.

I start to walk off to the bathroom, but I'm stopped by Harry.

"Where are you going Love?"

"B-bathroom." I say, keeping my eyes on the ground as I keep walking.

"Not alone." Chris crosses his arms, his eyes burning into my skull.

I let out a frustrated groan, turning around and walking towards my room, Harry following close behind with Bailey.

I slam the door behind me, but he's quick to open it back up, walking up to me and wrapping his arms around my waist.

"G-go a-aw-away!" I squirm in his tight hold, but he doesn't let go.

"I'm not leaving your side Love."

"I-I w-want t-to b-b-be al-alone!" I shove him off of me, and I see the hurt in his eyes.

I get into my bed, hiding under the covers as I start to think of the best I could do it.

"What's on your mind darling?" Harry's soft voice echos through the room as he gets under the covers Beside me and pulls me to his chest.

"L-leave m-m-me a-alone!" My voice breaks, and he pulls me closer.

"Never." His hot breath sends shivers down my spine, and I'm forced to relax and melt into his touch as his hands go to my hair.

I look up into his eyes, and he leans closer, placing a small kiss to my lips.

I close my eyes, letting myself drift into a very thoughtful sleep about ways that I could do it.

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I open my eyes, and Harry's already awake, playing with my hair and holding me close, our limbs tangled under the sheets.

"Good morning Love. How'd you sleep?"

"F-fine." I look away from him, but he just tilts my head up by my chin, and his eyes bore into mine.

"I love you Zayn." He says this very firmly as if he's trying to prove a point.

"L-love y-you t-too." I mumble, and he's quick to press his lips to mine and let them mold together perfectly, his hand lightly caressing my cheek.

I couldn't get enough of his kisses, his touch, but I didn't deserve him. I pull away abruptly and I can see the hurt in his eyes, forcing me to look away as guilt builds up in the pit of my stomach.

"Why don't we go make breakfast?"

I nod, carefully getting out of the bed and away from Harry as I limp in pain to the door.

"Love stop. Your not supposed to be walking."

Harry scoops me up into his arms and at first I try and get back onto the ground, but he sends me a small glare and I look down as we make our way downstairs with Bailey in front of us.

Harry places me on the kitchen counter, and I start to slip off in attempts to get away, but he stands in between my legs and his hands find way to my hips, where he moves them up and down along my sides.

"I told you to stop it."

I move his hands from their place, and I try once again to slip off of the counter.

"Don't make me call your dad. I'm sure he'd be mad if he got a call in the middle of working." Harry raises his eyebrows, knowing that I would comply so as not to bother Chris.

I let out a small groan which seemed to satisfy Harry, because he left to go start making breakfast.

I just watched as he pops some bread into the toaster and cracks an egg into the fry pan, the glorious smell entering my nose making my mouth water.

"Are you hungry Love?" He laughs at my expression, and I look down embarrassed.

"Y-yeah." I fiddle with the ring on my finger, looking at the words engraved onto it.

I don't believe them.

He walks back between my legs and pecks my lips, moving a stray hair from my face.

"Zaynie it's okay to be hungry."

I nod along to his words even when inside I knew that I shouldn't be eating. I was fat and I didn't deserve to eat food when so many other people could have it.

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As we eat, well more of Harry eating while I just stare down at my plate full of food, the silence is unbearable and I'm trapped in my thoughts as they swarm my mind, drowning me in a sea that I can't escape.

"If it's alright with you Simon wants us to do a live today. Well mostly you but I'll stay if you want." Harry looks up and just eyes me, awaiting my answer.

I shrug, not wanting to do it, but not wanting to disappoint Harry more than I already have.

This chapter isn't the best lmao but I promise the next ones will be better haha.

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