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Zayn opened his eyes slowly, the room was semi dark now. It's almost evening.

His headache was worse than before. Due to the drugs the doctors put in his system; but anyway that didn't make him feel any better.

He looked around to see his mum in the chair beside him, she was half asleep on it, Zayn felt bad for the worry he gave her.

"Mum," his voice was throaty and low, but it was enough to wake his mum up.

"Zayn, are you okay baby?" She sat straight so fast and looked at him with puffy eyes.

"Yes, I-,"

Then he stopped mid-sentence; or more like the beginning of it, and his eyes went wide, he literally couldn't believe his ears right now. Did they drug me something that's playing tricks on me now? He thought.

She smiled warmly, knowing what he's thinking.

"Mum! You're speaking!" Zayn couldn't help the cry of joy that left his mouth, reaching his weak arms for his mum to hug him, and she did gladly.

"Yes sunny boy, my voice is back now.. because of you." She kissed his head lovingly. 

"How?" His smile was contiguous, cause now she couldn't stop smiling.

"After I knew you were okay, I don't know what happened, but I felt words leaving my lips. Your sister made me see a doctor here and he told me I'm now as good as new."

"That's wonderful, mum."

A minute of silent went between them, Zayn was back to his own thoughts in that minute while Trisha was admiring him, seeing her son awake and fine in front of her.

"Mum," Zayn broke the silence, "Do you mind bringing me my phone?"

"Sure sweetheart,"

She stood up and went outside to get it. A couple of minutes later, she was back and she handed it to him.

Trisha watched Zayn opening his contacts and looking for a name.

"Look baby, whatever you're doing, I think it's not the right time, you have to go see Harry."

Zayn looked at her in shock, like he wasn't expecting her to say this, or wasn't ready to hear Harry's name again.

He didn't answer but instead he dialled a number. "Do you mind waiting outside for a minute?" Zayn mumbled without looking away from his phone.

"Zayn! Were you listening?, I said you have to go to your husband, he's been through a lot, we both know that."

"Yeah? That's why you're trying your hardest to convince me not to marry him?" Zayn snapped at her, and she shifted in her seat uncomfortably.

"I just didn't want you to marry a stripper." She defended back, but Zayn wasn't having it.

"Although you know I was the one who got him that job, I was the one who got Louis to make him work for him." Zayn hanged up on the number he was calling and turned his body towards his mother.

"I know but.. You asked Louis to find him a job in the club, not for him to be a stripper."

"He didn't have a place to live, or any money to support himself! What did you want him to do? Clean bathrooms and get 40 pounds a day so he won't be able to eat?"

Trisha looked at her son's flushed face and clenched jaw, staring hard at her.

"Okay sun, calm down. I know I'm wrong here."

Zayn was still staring, wanting to continue being angry at his mum, but he knew now wasn't the right time. He needed to think fast, Harry needed him.

"Please leave me alone for a minute, I need to make a phone call."

She nodded before kissing his cheeks then she stepped outside.

"Double-standard!" Zayn said under his breath before he dialled that number again.

Two rings then that cheerful voice welcomed him,

"Zayn, it's been a while since I heard from you, lad!" Louis' voice was loud but breathless.

"Hey, I need a favour." Zayn asked fast.

"Su-sure what is it?" Louis' was breathing hard on his ear. But Zayn decided to ignore it.

"I want someone to be behind bars for eternity, can you do that?"

"Sure I can, I- I have lawyers that ca-can do anything. Who's that- uh- someone?"

"Holland. My cousin."

"Consider it uhh- done. Do you want him to have- an accident fight with- with someone inside as well?"

"Yes, severely."

"Be my guest." Louis laughed followed with an Ohh.

"Thanks I own you. What are you doing anyway?" Zayn couldn't help ask.

"Now, I'm- umm- in, in the gym yeah, I'm in the gym."

"Sure. Work hard." Louis' laugh was loud.

"You need to tell me later what's this for."

"I will, but this need to be done fast, so I'll send you Niall's number, he's my assistant, he'll tell you some necessary details."

Zayn and Louis said goodbyes and Zayn sent Niall's number to Louis fast before he tried to stand up.

He was still feeling a little sour, but since he knows now that Holland will be taking care of, he can go and check on Harry, not caring about that asshole anymore, because Zayn for sure, wasn't going to leave Harry's side ever again.

.

He was there, lying like an angel on his hospital bed, no one around him like always.

His mind was blank, his face was emotionless. Maybe that's how he felt all along. Maybe he had to get reminded that he would always be alone.

A knock on the door wasn't enough to get his attention, he didn't even flinch, he was still staring at the night sky from the window.

"Harry,"

He heard his name being called, it's been called many times since he woke up, but that tone made him turn his head slightly.

Zayn was looking at Harry and Harry was looking at Zayn, eyes to eyes, like they're alone in the world.

Zayn wanted to ask 'how do you feel?' but he knew the answer to that, he wanted to say 'are you okay now?' but that was a stupid question.

Of course he was bruised, of course he was not okay.

Zayn sat on the chair beside Harry, his eyes started to water. While Harry's ones were stone cold. Almost dead. Almost.

"It's all my fault," was all that Zayn could utter before he broke into tears.

He was squeezing his eyes shut, crying in front of the guy he loved the most, the guy he loved more than anything, and the guy whose life was ruined because of his family, because of the worst Maliks.

Zayn felt Harry's hand on his cheek, softly tapping, and he opened his eyes in surprise.

"It's not your fault." Harry said and the tears came rushing to Zayn's eyes again, as he pressed a kiss on that hand on his cheek, and his lips lingered there.

Zayn felt pathetic that he was the one crying, he was the one being comforted when it should be the opposite.

"It's my fault, Zayn." Harry uttered and his hands started shaking.

Zayn's heart felt like it's been cut to a million tiny piece when Harry said that.

"Don't say that, no Harry it's not."

"You don't know Zayn," Harry was still shaking a little when he said those words.

"I know, Harry, believe me I know more than you think." Zayn screamed back, feeling the worst that Harry was blaming himself.

"No you don't know Zayn!! This happened to me before!!"

Zayn's heart sank as Harry cried.

"This happened to me before! So don't tell me it's not my fault when I made two men do it to me already, I'm just a slut."

Harry never thought like this before. He always knew he was too young.

But now, his mind was telling him things; no one was ever rapped twice, so it's his fault, he was the one who's radiating 'a whore' energy. 

Zayn started crying too, feeling helpless and tied down. He didn't know what to do to help the love of his life.

"You're not baby, you're not."

"You don't know that!!! You wasn't there when I was ten years old and I was dragged in the street by a man who was pretending to be my dad! I was screaming for people to help me," Harry gasped to take a breath, his heart beats were loud, "No one looked at me, they- they thought I was just a rebellious child. They let him take me." Harry sobbed.

Zayn stood up from his chair to hug Harry and to his surprise, Harry let him.

Two boys who experienced rape. They barely got over it.. when one of them had to go through another one, all over again. And the other had to watch it, again.

It was an experience that made Harry scared of strangers, and Zayn was scared to death of 'fathers.'

Whenever Zayn saw a child with his dad, he wanted to ask, 'Does he put his thing in you too?' But even at ten years old, he was mature enough not to do so, or maybe he was also too scared to hear the answer.

Maybe he should've told someone.

But if Harry knew who's that man who raped him when he was a mere child, he'd be scared of the Maliks.

And Zayn didn't think of that when he decided to confess to Harry about the past, he didn't think of the wrong time either; Harry wasn't ready for another shock.

"I was there Harry, I saw you.. I saw all that shit." Zayn sobbed harder while having Harry in between his arms.

Harry felt a cold shiver at Zayn's words and started to shake uncontrollably, "What. What do you mean?" He asked, feeling nauseous.

"It was my dad who did that to you, Harry."

And it was the bomb, Harry started vomiting right that moment. All over the bed.

Zayn gasped in surprise before he hit the nurse call button.

Harry was crying while vomiting, he felt disgusting and dirty, the universe hated him.

He felt betrayed.

The nurse got inside and saw the two men, one of them throwing up, and the other watching him, about to pass out.

The nurse ran to bring the bin to make Harry continue emptying his stomach in it. And the nurse took a mental note that there was blood.

After Harry was done, his eyes were not dry yet,

That's when Zayn got some sense in his head to help him go to the bathroom to clean his mouth, he put his hand on his shoulder but Harry let out the loudest cry and backed off fast, that he actually fell to the floor,

"Harry, let me hel-"

"Get away from me!"

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A/N: Just let me say a quick thing, I'm so so sorry for anyone who ever got sexually assaulted.. it's the hardest thing ever! and let me tell you, it's not your fault! Never!

I'm gonna walk you some of the road of how Harry will feel after, how he'd be back into the world again.

I'm not gonna put some many sad details, only the necessary, but I have to be realistic, this shit stays with people for ever!

Thank you so much for reading again, I hope you like it for a bit at least.

Tell me what you think and please vote, you make me so happy when you do that.

Stay strong cause you are a warrior! Love y'all.💛