Dating the bad boy (Boyxboy) (Zarry). *P R E Q U E L*

Day Four- part II

Harry's POV:

What's taking my Zee so long? I hope he isn't in any shits, what if he is? Oh God, I don't know what I would do if anything happened to him. I wonder why he wanted to come over...

I just have all these racing thoughts in my head, I don't wanna cut again... If Zayn ever found out, he would be devastated.

*tap* *tap* *tap*

Is that Zayn? How did he know where my bedroom was?

I quickly check the window pane, Zayn has already climbed up as soon as I have already opened my window. He has a backpack on his back... Oh no...

"Did you get kicked out?" I involuntarily asked out loud. I mentally face-palm myself... "Sorry... I um... it just came out... I shouldn't have said any.." As soon as I tried to finish my sentence off... A pair of pouty warm lips go on top of mine...

"I've missed you, baby."  He said, something is definitely wrong here...

"Okay, I may have not known you for long, but I sense something is wrong here, so what's wrong?" I say, crossing my arms.

He starts to laugh really loudly, and then they turn into fits of giggles... Bipolar much? No... This is something else...

"Are you high?!" I exclaim. He starts to look into my eyes, as if he doesn't have any regrets in his life.

"So what if I fucking am?! Nobody fuckin supports me and this will obviously be the next step to actually fuck everything, every opinion, every feeling..." He exclaims, shrugging his shoulders in his last sentence.

"Listen, I have been there, done that, and trust me things may get better. You have me now." I say, sympathetically smiling.

"Really? Your parents kicked you out after coming out?" He asks with sad eyes.

"This is what it's about? C'mon Zee! Of course I did! Well for a week anyway... My father really wanted me back... Well that's before he was murdered anyway." I say, wiping a stray tear from the corner of my eye.

"The reason why I am like this, is because I honestly don't give a fuck about life anymore. Seriously. It's actually that simple..." He replies with a small smile.

"Well, getting high wont solve anything!!" I exclaim.

"Oh yeah? What about you cutting yourself?? How will that fucking solve anything!!!??? You're only causing pain to yourself and I understand that many people deal with pain in different ways, but seriously, I believe you should stop. I know you still do it, Haz." He yells. Thank God my mum wasn't here yet...

"How did you know?" I ask gently.

"Don't worry about how I know!  I need another pill man!!!" Yells Zayn.

"Zee?" I say.

"What?" He replies.

"Please stop." I whisper.

"Stop what?!" He asks in a pissy mood.

"Please stop getting high, Zee baby." I reply calmly.

"As long as you stop fuckin cutting yourself!" He exclaims.

"So, it's a deal?" I ask.

"Okay, deal!" He exclaims with a smile.

"Shall we seal it?" I ask.

"Of course!" He replies. "Lets seal it with a loving kiss." He continues.

"Okay" I reply

"Okay. Come here." He replies back.

I do as I say and he leans in, I lean forward. Our foreheads are touching, his hands are in mine. I tilt my head a little and close my eyes to cherish this moment. He kisses me passionately. After 10 seconds we pull away.

"How long will you be staying?" I asked.

"Perhaps maybe about a week, and I swear I will try to get my own apartment to rent or something." He replies.

"It's fine, I guess, I mean my mum will always be out drinking or something like that, she wont even notice." I reply back.

"Harry!!!!!!" An indistinct voice comes from downstairs.

"Mum's home, already?" I say out loud.

"Well, who else could it bloody be?" Replies Zayn, with his strong Bradford accent.

"COMING 'MUM'!!!" I reply back to her.

"Guessin duty calls eh." Says Zayn.

"Yeah, fuckin hate it!" I reply.

"HURRY UP!!!" She yells.

"See ya later, I guess" I shrug and kiss Zayn's cheek.

I run downstairs to see what she wants...

"What is it?" I ask.

"I want you to meet somebody!" She says excitingly.

"Who?" I ask.

"Harry, meet Yasser. Yasser, Harry. Harry, Yasser." She introduces.

"Okay?" I say, unsure why she's pretending to be all nice.

"Oh! Sorry! He is my fiancé!" She exclaims. What the fuck? Fiancé?

"Fiancé?!!??" I yell.

"Harry! Manners please!" She exclaims.

"Can I talk to you for a sec?" I ask mum.

"Sure, honey!" She exclaims. Fake bitch!

"You didn't tell me you were engaged!" I said.

"Didn't think it was important, I will have much better kids than you anyway! Yasser has such beautiful daughters." She says, sighing.

"How can you move on so quickly?!" I ask.

"Not for you to judge, fag!" She replies. Ouch!

"So you're just gonna get married again, that's it?!" I ask.

"Yep!" She replies, popping the 'p'

"You make me sick!" I reply, and with that I ran up to my awaiting boyfriend...

Zayn and I just stayed in silence for a bit, laying in my bed. Falling asleep on his chest and closing my eyes, not having a care in the world...