I'll Give You My Heart(Zouis)(boyxboy)

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Honestly, It wasn't Zayn's fault.

The black haired lad was just extremely excited.

In his defense, he had just returned back home. So his feelings and excitement were entirely justified. In fact, from his perspective, it wasn't even that wrong. Harry just worried too much. So what if he forgot his meals a few times. He was just exceptionally preoccupied.

Okay maybe it was more than a few times, and he didn't even realize until he started feeling dizzy. As a matter of fact, even then it was Harry who figured out how he must not be eating. Now, Zayn loves Harry, and he loves how Harry knows everything he's going through. But right now, with a big ass spoon shoved in his mouth. He couldn't be so sure.

"Come on, Zaynie. Eat up." Zayn couldn't help but groan. He wanted to get off and run but the dumb island was too high for him. He was pretty sure that Harry had sat him on that thing for the same reason. Zayn felt like a little baby trapped in a high chair.

"Harry.." He whined. Harry shoved another spoonful of soup into his mouth.

"Stop kicking your feet! and Don't force me to call mum." He wiped Zayn's face with a cloth and filled another spoonful of soup.

Zayn swallowed the stupid soup in his mouth. He could swear he had eaten the entire thing three times now but whenever he looked in the bowl it was still full. Zayn knew he had had enough If Harry fed him another spoon he was surely going barf. He tried telling the older lad, but he wasn't have any of it. So,he did what he had to.

He clenched his teeth tightly and placed his left hand on his mouth.

"No Zaynie!" Harry put the spoon back in the bowl and tried prying Zayn's hand from his mouth. Zayn shook his head, purposefully.

"Come on now, Just a little more left." Harry tried to reason with him, but the younger lad was relentless. He kicked his legs and sprawled out on the table, to get away from his brother.

"Okay! Okay! Don't move too much; you're gonna hurt your ribs." Zayn stopped as Harry threw his arms in the air, indicating he meant no harm. He sat up and saw the curly haired lad as he started doing the dishes.

"But no more skipping meals, Okay?" Harry turned around a bit to look at his younger brother, concern bright on his face. Zayn could only pout at his brother's words.

"But I told you I forgot!" He did, but apparently Harry was deaf in this particular matter. Zayn sighed, heavily, as Harry continued with the dishes.

It wasn't like he was deliberately not eating. He was just so absorbed in being back home and all that he simply forgot to eat. He didn't get what was so wrong about that.

Now Zayn knows he needs to get his priorities straight but with only having a little amount of food for the entire last year of his life, he was used to not eating. How was it his fault, that his body didn't remind him to eat anymore. He didn't get it.

Still, Harry was sort of mad at him and he didn't like that at all. He saw as the curly haired lad settled the dishes in the dryer and started cleaning the shelves. He wasn't even looking at him anymore.

"I don't like this very much!" He tried crossing his arms, but of course that big-ass cast got between all of that. So it looked like he was cradling his cast, instead. Zayn could feel the tears stinging at the back of his eyes. He hated how much he cried these days. He hated how he was happy one second and completely miserable the other. He turned his head away from Harry.

"You can't forget about eating, bub. It's not healthy." Zayn looked at him again and saw that the worry in his eyes had softened to concern. Harry placed the cloth on the table and helped the smaller boy down. Zayn could see the genuine concern on his brothers face and suddenly he didn't feel so guilt-free.