Here's To Us! (A Zarry/Larry Story)
Affection
Harry's P.O.V
I start to gain consciousness hearing the sound of Zayn's broken and deep voice. My sight was kind of blurry but soon focuses properly. I stare at him as he sits across the room, knees tucked up to his chest, rocking back and forth slightly and mumbling to him. I hated seeing him in such a distraught way. It tore me apart inside, all I wanted to do was make him feel better. But I didn't know how.
"Zayn, don't be so hard on yourself it's not your fault" I distinctive voice soothes. I notice my mother in the corner too trying to calm Zayn. Unaware of my awakening they talk quietly and softly.
"this is all my fault! I-I panicked I called you as soon as I could, b-but it's no use! He won't like me anymore, I left him to get hurt. I-I did try but I was to busy crying!" he mutters quickly to my mother.
"Zayn he'll be alright, and so will your 'friendship'" she empathises the friendship trying to hint something.
"Zaynn..." I croak sitting up slightly, I watch as his eyes widen in relief.
"Harry!" he stumbles to his feet and rushes over. He hugs me tightly closing his eyes as he did. I hug him back just as tight not wanting to let go.
"what happened? Where the hell am I?" I ask quietly. Thinking the worst.
"In the hospital. My so called 'mates' attacked you" he mumbles pulling away from the hug. He was so warm I just wanted his body close to mine. He sits down next to me and holds my hand, stroking his thumb across the top soothingly. He seemed so worried, it was was quiet cute.
"I'll leave you two alone" she smirks walking out. Zayn looks back at me once she has gone, his eyes look deep into mine.
I'm convinced I have feelings for Zayn, strong ones. When ever he's near I get butterflies in my stomach and I'm happy around him. It all adds up, the sleepless night thinking about him. Him never leaving my mind. Hes amazing but I know he doesn't feel the same, why would he? He has a beautiful girlfriend and he's a Bradford bad boy. That just doesn't make sense.
"so how you feeling?" he asks politely. Confused, ill, unloved and so much more but I stuck to a simple.
"I'm fine" I smile weakly. He sits on the bed and caresses my shoulder softly. My back is facing him, so most actions I am unaware of. Suddenly I feel the side of the bed dip, followed by an arm wrap round me.
"Harry. We need to talk, it's really important..." he stutters nervously.
"Yeah?" I reply nervously. I hesitate to turn around but eventually got the courage to turn and face him. He stares into my eyes and softly moves my hair out of my face.
Zayn's P.O.V
I stare into his eyes and softly move his curls out of his face. I take a deep breath hoping I'll get the right response to what I'm about to say. It feels like a life or death situation to me
"Harry. The last few weeks I've grown rather fond of you, and the more time I spend time with you the more I grow to like you. I find you intriging Harry, and I-I basically want you." I stutter dreading each word. He stares for a while I start to regret announcing it to him.
"you do?" he mummers back.
"I feel the same, I-I liked you from the moment I met you, but you were with Perrie and your a nothing like me! So I doubted you'd ever like me" he adds looking down.
"I like you Harry Styles. A lot!" I announce proudly, I cup his face and kiss him softly taking him by surprise. He kisses me back, smiling slightly.
"so what does this make us?" he asks happily.
"anything you want us to be!" I chime, happy we're on the same page.
"I want us to be this. Me and you, together." he smiles brightly. I hug him tightly overjoyed he wanted me in the same way I wanted him.
I lay my head in the crook of his neck, pulling him closer to me. I kiss his neck softly, placing kisses in different places on his neck. A soft moan escapes from his lips, turning me on slightly.
"I love you Styles" I state before sucking on a soft piece of skin. Another moan slips out slightly louder this time. He's so sensitive, he a perfect and now he's mine.
I start to gain consciousness hearing the sound of Zayn's broken and deep voice. My sight was kind of blurry but soon focuses properly. I stare at him as he sits across the room, knees tucked up to his chest, rocking back and forth slightly and mumbling to him. I hated seeing him in such a distraught way. It tore me apart inside, all I wanted to do was make him feel better. But I didn't know how.
"Zayn, don't be so hard on yourself it's not your fault" I distinctive voice soothes. I notice my mother in the corner too trying to calm Zayn. Unaware of my awakening they talk quietly and softly.
"this is all my fault! I-I panicked I called you as soon as I could, b-but it's no use! He won't like me anymore, I left him to get hurt. I-I did try but I was to busy crying!" he mutters quickly to my mother.
"Zayn he'll be alright, and so will your 'friendship'" she empathises the friendship trying to hint something.
"Zaynn..." I croak sitting up slightly, I watch as his eyes widen in relief.
"Harry!" he stumbles to his feet and rushes over. He hugs me tightly closing his eyes as he did. I hug him back just as tight not wanting to let go.
"what happened? Where the hell am I?" I ask quietly. Thinking the worst.
"In the hospital. My so called 'mates' attacked you" he mumbles pulling away from the hug. He was so warm I just wanted his body close to mine. He sits down next to me and holds my hand, stroking his thumb across the top soothingly. He seemed so worried, it was was quiet cute.
"I'll leave you two alone" she smirks walking out. Zayn looks back at me once she has gone, his eyes look deep into mine.
I'm convinced I have feelings for Zayn, strong ones. When ever he's near I get butterflies in my stomach and I'm happy around him. It all adds up, the sleepless night thinking about him. Him never leaving my mind. Hes amazing but I know he doesn't feel the same, why would he? He has a beautiful girlfriend and he's a Bradford bad boy. That just doesn't make sense.
"so how you feeling?" he asks politely. Confused, ill, unloved and so much more but I stuck to a simple.
"I'm fine" I smile weakly. He sits on the bed and caresses my shoulder softly. My back is facing him, so most actions I am unaware of. Suddenly I feel the side of the bed dip, followed by an arm wrap round me.
"Harry. We need to talk, it's really important..." he stutters nervously.
"Yeah?" I reply nervously. I hesitate to turn around but eventually got the courage to turn and face him. He stares into my eyes and softly moves my hair out of my face.
Zayn's P.O.V
I stare into his eyes and softly move his curls out of his face. I take a deep breath hoping I'll get the right response to what I'm about to say. It feels like a life or death situation to me
"Harry. The last few weeks I've grown rather fond of you, and the more time I spend time with you the more I grow to like you. I find you intriging Harry, and I-I basically want you." I stutter dreading each word. He stares for a while I start to regret announcing it to him.
"you do?" he mummers back.
"I feel the same, I-I liked you from the moment I met you, but you were with Perrie and your a nothing like me! So I doubted you'd ever like me" he adds looking down.
"I like you Harry Styles. A lot!" I announce proudly, I cup his face and kiss him softly taking him by surprise. He kisses me back, smiling slightly.
"so what does this make us?" he asks happily.
"anything you want us to be!" I chime, happy we're on the same page.
"I want us to be this. Me and you, together." he smiles brightly. I hug him tightly overjoyed he wanted me in the same way I wanted him.
I lay my head in the crook of his neck, pulling him closer to me. I kiss his neck softly, placing kisses in different places on his neck. A soft moan escapes from his lips, turning me on slightly.
"I love you Styles" I state before sucking on a soft piece of skin. Another moan slips out slightly louder this time. He's so sensitive, he a perfect and now he's mine.
11/24/13