Harry's hospital room door opened, showing two figures. He stared emotionlessly at the people who identified as Liam and Zayn. Liam was staring down at his phone, like he didn't give two shits about Harry being in a cold hospital bed.

But Zayn... His whole expression read worried. He ran over to Harry's pale body, taking a hold of his hand. Harry slowly turned his head to look at Zayn. Everything hurt, it even hurt to move.

Zayn's eyes travelled down to Harry's wrists. They were heavily bandaged, revealing some splotches of blood on them. That thought came to Zayn's mind and he shook his head.

"D- Did you... " Zayn trailed off, unsure of how to approach the situation. Harry looked up at him with... want? Need? Affection?

Harry's bottom lip trembled. He prevented himself from crying infront of a man who he barely knew, but felt for. There was something about this man that drawn Harry to him.

"I- I—"  Harry started, but was cut off by Liam. He pointed at his ringing phone that flashed Louis' smiling face on it. He mumbled 'I have to take this' before exiting the room, leaving Zayn and Harry all alone.

Zayn swallowed, desperate for an answer. Why was Harry in here? Were his suspicions correct?

"You what?" Zayn asked, concerned. Harry broke eye contact, looking down at the white sheets.

"I tried to kill myself, " He whispered. Zayn parted his lips and leaned backwards in the small chair that he was in. Why would Harry do such a thing? Was it because of him?

"But that doesn't matter. I h- hate this world, I hate my life, I hate myself, a-and I hate my fucking luck! Everyone that I know is dying! I- I don't know what or who it is, b-but this has to stop! I can't be here anymore and be
a-accused of murder! I'm innocent!" Harry wept. He sobbed loudly, hiding his face with the hand that wasn't holding Zayn's.

A wave of guilt went through Zayn. This was all his fault. If he hadn't had a weird obsession with a nineteen year old, then none of this would have happened. His Harry wouldn't be crying in a hospital bed right now.

Zayn looked away from the crying boy with a heavy heart. He didn't like seeing Harry cry. He was supposed to be the reason for his happiness, not his sorrow. He was supposed to be the sun shining on his darkest day, not the bad storm.

"Harry... " Zayn said, his voice trembling.

Harry ignored him though. He continued on screaming at Zayn about what his life has become.

"—My parents died in a car crash when I was only fourteen! My older sister had to take care of me until I was eighteen! When I turned eighteen she told me 'you're on your own now' and flew out of the country! I have nobody Zayn. Nobody at all!  Everything happens to me!" Harry sobbed.

His cries broke Zayn's heart even more. The bad thing about that was that Zayn knew everything. He's had a crush on Harry since he was fourteen, when he spotted him crying in the hospital waiting room after his parents died.

"Harry, stop, " Zayn ordered quietly. He didn't want to witness the love of his life crying his heart out in front of him.

"No Zayn! Let me be depre—"

"Stop!" Zayn yelled frustratedly. Harry yanked his hand out of Zayn's and glared at him. Who was he to tell Harry to stop being depressed?

"Or what!?" Harry challenged. He tried to cross his arms, only to wince at the pain. He was getting annoyed with Zayn trying to act like his father. His father who was long gone...

"Or— Or I'll—"

"Why are you yelling at me Zayn! Why?! I'm here s-suffering and you're y-yelling at m—"

Harry's crying didn't satisfy Zayn at all. Now, as Harry continued to disobey Zayn, he became fed up. He watched Harry's wet lips spit out fast sentences as be cried his heart out.

Zayn took a breath before he cupped Harry's cheeks and pressed their lips together. Harry immediately stopped rambling and kissed Zayn back. His eyelids fluttered closed when Zayn moved his hand to the back of his neck.

Harry didn't know why Zayn kissed him, but he wasn't complaining. He's been fantasizing about this ever since his first encounter with Zayn.

There was no doubt that this man was extremely beautiful. He's had Harry questioning his sexuality, hence the reason why he fucked Justin. His questions were finally answered as he felt Zayn's lips on his own.

Zayn could practically feel his heart beating in his throat. After all of these years, he was here kissing Harry. This time, it wasn't him sneaking into Harry's house late at night and planting his lips onto Harry's.

The older man moved himself so that he was almost laying on Harry's body. Their lips slotted together hungrily. And as Zayn and Harry licked their way in each other's mouth, Harry couldn't help but moan.

The way Zayn kissed him with passion but hunger at the same time drove him crazy. It was as if he'd been holding these feelings in for while and was now expressing them. Zayn's hand blindly found Harry's and laced their fingers together.

Warmth spread through Harry's body, and he couldn't help but grip Zayn's hand harder. Everything felt so right to the boys as they shared a kiss in a hospital bed.

They continued to make-out, hearing the harsh breathing and small kissing noises echo throughout the room.

But, their moment was ruined by two gasps. Zayn and Harry's lips parted, and their heads snapped into the direction of Liam and Louis. Louis' eyes were wide, staring at the two boys. Liam winked at Zayn and gave him an air fist pump.

He never expected to return with his boyfriend and see their friends making out in a hospital bed. Liam was happy for Zayn, but scared at the same time. What if they got closer and Harry figured out Zayn?

Liam shook his head and ignored those crazy thoughts. That could never happen.

"I take you to the hospital, text Liam and tell him to visit you so that I could grab you some McDonald's, and come back to see you making out with his best friend? What kind of universe am I in right now?" Louis pointed out flabbergasted.

Harry rolled his eyes with a small smile on his face. His lips still tingled from that amazing kiss. Nothing could ruin his mood at the moment.

"McDonald's in a hospital? The irony, " Harry teased, panting a little. Louis huffed and walked over to Harry's bed, placing the greasy bag onto the table next to it.

Louis smirked at Zayn who had ragged breathing and swollen lips. His cheeks were flushed, along with Harry's. He raised his eyebrow, saving the questions for later.

As long as Zayn didn't screw with Harry's feelings, he was going to be alright. And Zayn certainly didn't miss the look Liam gave him that read 'we're talking about this later'.

@/N: Zarry make-out  ? I'm not complaining   . Y'all could finally die in peace  , I bless your souls