Broken {Zarry Stylik}

Chapter 83

Zayn's POV
"So your not worried about me touching your son then?" Harry smirks, and I flinch at his choice of words. Last time I saw Chris I told him to not call me that.

"I trust you enough Styles and you better not break that trust that I'm giving you."

"Calm down I won't."

Chris rolls his eyes, taking a step close to my spot on the counter and placing a kiss on my forehead while moving a stray hair from out of my face.

"I'll be up later to tuck you in Alright?"

I look away and nod my head; Harry places his hands under my thighs and I wrap my legs around his waist, my arms around his neck.

He lifts me up off of the counter and brings me up the stairs to my bedroom; He sets me down on my back when we reach my bed and he kisses my cheek before walking to the bathroom.

I hear the water start and I whine, already wanting to get into the hot water and be able to relax. Harry comes back a few minutes later and I hold my arms out to him with a pout; I didn't like being out of his arms.

He lifts me up and I immediately let my legs wrap around his waist like before as he takes us to the bathroom. He sets me on the counter and I let out a quiet moan as my eyes land on the bath already made, bubbles floating innocently at the top of the steaming water.

"It's all yours Love." Harry chuckles at my expression and I give him a pouty face which he just kisses away.

"Now let's get you undressed yeah?"

I nod eagerly, impatient to feel the warm water on my skin.

He lifts up the bottom of my shirt and pulls it over my head, placing it on the counter beside me. I look down at my scarred torso but quickly look away in disgust.

"How-kiss-many-kiss-times-kiss-do-kiss-I-kiss-have-kiss-to-kiss-tell-kiss-you-kiss-that-kiss-your-kiss-beautiful?" He places small kisses between his words on my lips, trying to prove his point. I honestly don't see it though.

"Your perfect Zayn, never think any less of yourself." His tone was serious, but he still held a small smile.

I give him a lop sided grin, and he boops my nose, before lifting me off of the counter and placing me onto the floor.

"Pants." He places his hands on my waist, waiting for me to take them off. I try to undo the zipper of my jeans, struggling with the pain in my arm.

I stop and look up to Harry, and he just chuckles, taking his hands from my waist. He starts to unzip my jeans and at that moment a feeling of lust runs deep through my bones; It wasn't a powerful one, but I still wanted him.

As if he could read my thoughts he starts to tell me off.

"Zayn I know okay? But your dad said no and you need to relax. I'm going to help you though if that's alright with you?"

I stick out my bottom lip and give him a small nod.

"Can I ask you something first?" He gets nervous, not meeting my eyes.

"Erm so like what are we?" He fiddled with his hands, and I wrap my arms around his waist.

"I-I-I'm s-s-st-still y-yours I-I-if y-y-you'll h-h-have m-m-me?" I'm worried for his answer, but I'm covered in relief when he lets out a small laugh.

"Of course love. You'll always be mine. And I'm sorry. For not being with you and not giving you the attention you needed and wanted. I just had a surprise for you and I thought you'd really like it and I had no idea that you felt that way and you should've told me because then you said I did something wrong and I didn't know what and I thought you didn't love me anymore and I was scared and you were yelling at me and I didn't know what I did wrong and you wouldn't tell me." He finished his rant, and I felt really guilty.

I could've just told him how I felt and all of this would've been avoided.

"Hey, If I'm doing something you don't like then you can talk to me alright? If somethings wrong I want to know so I can help and we can talk it out. Okay?"

"O-o-okay." My voice cracks and he puts his hands on my neck, moving his hands around and putting pressure.

"Where does it hurt?"

I wrap my hand around his fingers and move it to the spot where it hurt the most. He feels around for a bit, trying not to press down to hard.

"Hopefully it will go away. If not we'll have to take you to get it checked out to make sure it's nothing serious."

I didn't want to see a doctor, but I knew Chris and him would drag me there anyways, so I reluctantly give him a small nod.

"Now cmon, the waters going to get cold." He slips down my jeans and I step out of them, holding onto his arms for support.

"Here you get in and all go get a wash cloth." As I'm about to grab onto him and stop him from going, he holds me back.

"Love I'll be right back okay?"

I sulk and slump my shoulders, but he just laughs and walks out of the bathroom. I look back at the water and slip off my boxers, stepping in and sitting down cross legged.

A loud sigh escapes my lips as relaxation runs through my veins, calming me with every passing second. I close my eyes, enjoying it.

I open my eyes when Harry comes back in, and I give him a weak smile.

"Comfortable?" He chuckles at me, and I give him a brighter smile, unable to move my head with how relaxed I am.

"C-c-come I-I-in w-ith m-m-me." I plead to him with puppy eyes and a big pout, and just when I thought he was going to give in, he proved me wrong.

"Love we need to get you cleaned up alright? Then we can go cuddle later."

"B-b-but I-I w-ant c-c-cuddles n-n-now!" I reach out to him from where he was sat on the floor beside the tub in only his jeans, but he leans back and away from my hands.

"H-H-Hazzy n-n-no!"

At first I thought I'd gone too far when his smile disappears, and I lean away and look down at the bubbles.

"I really like it when you call me that." I look up to see him holding a big smile.

I like girls who eat carrots

😌

-Emma