Stay With Me

Chapter 18

The three sat in a circle together. Zayn had found them a place to rest for ye night. He didn't think it would be safe for either of them to separate or go to their own places until this thing was solved for good. His eyes would constantly shift to Harry to make sure the lad was alright. He didn't need to lose him again. He had just gotten him back and to be honest, Zayn didn't know what he would do without Harry for the second time.

His hand reached across the short distance between himself and Harry, and laced their fingers together. His warm fingers, interlacing with Harry's slightly cold ones. They were in a sucky motel room, on a slightly deserted street. It wasn't the safest place probably, but it was better than nothing. Zayn had started a fire for them in a small bowl sense the heat was broken. Harry knew that maybe if he hadn't met Zayn then none of this would have ever happened. But then he thinks of how boring his life would be. How he'd never would have met the guy he loves. So he pushed the thought away and scoots closer to Zayn, placing a soft kiss to his cheek.

"Thank you...for saving me I mean. I knew you wouldn't give up..and it just means a lot," Harry said kissing Zayn's jaw then. "You're the best boyfriend I could ask for."

Zayn smiled softly and lifted Harry's hand, so he could place his lips over Harry's knuckles. "I'd do anything for you Harry. All you'd have to do is say it, and I'll do it for you. You've been my everything for a while now....you're the only thing that I'm scared of loosing."

Harry felt a burst of fondness exploded inside of his chest. Nuzzling his nose into Zayn neck, and taking in the sweet scent of his boyfriend. Harry sighed contently, being happy that he was finally able to be held after so long. Harry's thoughts slowly turned into how much he loved Zayn. Poets often describe love as an emotion that you can't control, one that overwhelms logic and common sense. Well that's what it was like for Harry. He didn't plan on falling in love with Zayn, and he doubts if Zayn planned on falling in love with him. But once they met, it was clear that neither of them could control what was happening. They fell in love, despite their differences, and once they did, something rare and beautiful was created. For Harry, love like that will happen only once, and that's why every minute he and Zayn spent together has been seared in his memory. He'll never forget a single moment of it. So as the thoughts of actually officially saying those three words to each other invaded his mind. Harry couldn't help his light giggle and blush.

Zayn raised a questioning eyebrow at him, and Harry just shrugged before leaning up and pressing their lips together. Harry could feel Zayn smiling into the kiss, and couldn't help but to smile himself. Teeth bumped, and fond laughs were exchanged through the kiss. They almost forgot about the other lad across from them, that was on the verge of a meltdown. Harry pulled back from the love drunk kiss when he heard a soft puppy like whimper from across from him.

"Ni.." Harry said with a frown on his face. Leaving another short kiss to Zayn's cheek, Harry got out of said lad's arms and went to go comfort Niall. Pulling the blonde lad into his arms, and letting his best friend cry into his chest. Harry bites his lip worried as he looks up at Zayn.

Zayn shrugged not really knowing what to do either. The golden brown eyed lad moved over to Harry's side though, and wrapped his arms around Harry's waist. He understood that his boyfriend needed to help his friend, but Zayn also need Harry. Its been almost three full weeks of not having Harry with him. He might be being selfish, but he couldn't care less at the moment. He could feel Harry trying to get Zayn off of him, so that he could be able to hold Niall better. Zayn guesses that Harry got the hint that he wasn't letting go, and smiled happily when he felt the green eyed lad relaxing into him.

Throughout the room, the only sounds that could be heard, was Niall's weeping, all three of their off breathing, and the howling wind from outside. Red-hot tears ran down Niall's face, each one carving furrows on the tender flesh. Each new wave a hot trail of agony as slim, bare shoulders shook in each rake of emotion through his frame. He can feel it, building like an unstoppable snowball in the pit of his stomach. His heart racing, brain turning into a mental soup of confliction, in the grip of silent panic.