Zayn:

It's been two days since Harry left the hospital.

Since I blubbered out to him about one of the darkest secrets of my past, he wouldn't let me get close to him, and I don't blame him.

I knew now how stupid I was, what was I thinking to say that while he just got out from a rape experience and under the hands of my cousin.

My father and my cousin, two people who should've been the closest to me, the ones I should've trusted more than anyone, but they both hurt Harry the most, they hurt me the most.

When Harry was about to check out in the hospital, I told him I wanna take him to my house, he refused at first, but then he had no other place to go.

I know I could have taken him to his old flat, but I seriously didn't want to.

I wanted, no I needed to keep him under my careful eyes all the time, and yes, I wasn't planning to leave him at all, not even for work.. at least until he's better.

However the police, and after they knew exactly what happened, let him leave with me but with one condition;  one of the policemen had to come with us; he would stay out the front door in case I made a move on Harry- which I would never unless he wanted me to.

But if that makes Harry feel safe, I'm up for it.

So two days, and he's staying in his room and I was in mine, well not much in my room, I may or may not have slept outside his room, in case he needed something at night.

He still threw up everyday, and somtimes more than once.

The doctor told me he developed an ulcer after the shocks he's been through. And since then, I started taking care of his diet.

I would try to help him always, but he would flinch away from me every time. It hurts, but I understand.

The irony of the universe, I was the one who wouldn't let him -or anyone- touch me before, and now he's the one who can't stands the feeling of my hand.

For some reason, he spent his days in the kitchen, sitting in a chair and looking out at the garden, I'm not sure why, but I guess because he could see the sunrise every morning, or maybe because he can see the policeman from the kitchen window, standing outside with my house key in his hand.

For the two days that went by, I didn't talk to anybody, I turned off anything that could make sound, since he was gasping whenever a voice was heard.

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The morning of day three, I woke up with pain in my back, the hard floor isn't comfortable at all, but then it doesn't sound good carrying a mattress to the hallway. But maybe I should, before I break my neck or back.

I stood up and slowly opened Harry's door, he was not in his bed.

My heart sank, as I went inside to the bathroom and no one was there either.

"Harry," I said loud, oh god! Where is he?

"Harry!!" I shouted and started searching the house in fear.

Did he leave?

He wouldn't leave me no.

Would he?

I got into the kitchen and I saw a view I didn't expect,

Harry was there, standing by the window, and a dove was resting in his hand, cooing softly.

The sun was shining on his soft hair, that got longer than before, in waves and waves on his shoulders and down his back.

He was wearing a white t-shirt only, his thick milky thighs were in display, and I could see the outline of his bum.

Looking good enough to eat.

"Harry." I said in relief, my voice seemed louder than I intended to be in the quiet kitchen, and the dove flew away in surprise.

Harry turned around to look at me, "You scared him away." He breathed out and I felt so guilty.

"I'm sorry, I was worried when I didn't find you in your room." I bit down my lips, watching him sit down on the usual chair he sits on.

He didn't answer, but kept staring at the sun that was now fully up in the sky, illuminating our garden.

"Do you want something to eat?" I asked, and he shook his head no.

"Okay, let me give some milk then, the doctor said it's good for your stomach."

I said and grabbed a mug, filling it with cold milk.

I put it in front of him in the table. And he took it, and started sipping slowly like a kitten.

Uhh.. some milk rested in between his lips and I... I shouldn't stay any longer looking at him like that, with all these dirty thoughts in my mind.

I turned around to leave the room and maybe to also jerk off, since I could feel my cock straining against the shorts I was wearing.

You don't know what you're doing to me Harry.

"You could sleep in your room you know," he spoke in a very soft tone and god! I missed that voice.

I smiled widely as I turned around in delight, "What?" I replied back for him to say what he said again, I heard him and I felt my face turning slight red at the embarrassment that he saw me today sleeping like a dog outside his room, but I wanted to hear his voice again.

"I said you should sleep in your room, sleeping in the floor isn't good, believe me I tried it."

And that's when my smile disappeared.

Hearing him saying that he used to sleep on the ground, on the street made me feel like crying.

I wish I knew how to help him back then, but.. I was fighting my own demons on that time.

Anyway, the thing I was sure of.. he didn't leave my mind at all, not even for a second. Not then. Not now.

A tear left my eye but I wiped it away fast so he wouldn't say it.

I looked at him and opened my mouth to say something back, but everything I wanted to say flew out of my mind when I saw him looking at my crotch.

I was hard.

He darted his eyes away with a frown and I panicked.

That doesn't look good.

I didn't want him to think the wrong thing, to think of me as a pervert, or a sick fuck so I quickly tried to explain,

"I'm sorry, it's just.. just my morning wood." I lied, it's you. I should've said. He was the reason of it.

"Sure," he replied, not meeting my eyes. But I could hear the playfulness that I missed so much in his voice.

I fumbled with my shirt, and went to change in my room. My face felt so hot. But a smile was there.

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My phone vibrated in my shorts' back pocket as I was making breakfast for Harry.

I could have let the maids come as always, but I wanted him to feel as comfortable as possible. I may not be the perfect person for him, but I thought that if he saw many people in the house, he'd panic.

And seriously I wouldn't be able to function if I couldn't see him, and check on him, every hour at least.

He was still looking out the window, and I still didn't know why, as I looked at my phone.

Tom was showing in my phone.

What does this fucker want? I thought.

I picked it up anyway, but waited for him to speak,

"Zayn?" He sounded like he had a lot of people around him and he's whispering.

"Yeah."

"Hey man, how are you recovering?"

"I'm fine. What do you want?"

"Can't I check up on you?" He chuckled.

"I don't need you to check up on me! In fact, I don't want anything to do with you or any of your family." My voice rose and I saw my favourite green eyes looking at me in fear so I lowered it down, "Don't call me again." I went to end the call but he stopped me.

"Zayn, wait!"

"What? I said I don't wanna talk with you."

"Hear me out first, or let me see you, can you meet with me?"

"No, I can't leave Harry alone," I whispered the last part.

"Then can I visit you?"

I hesitated for a second, should I say yes or no?

Should I ask Harry? I think I should.

"Hold on for a sec."

I put my hand over the speaker as I said,

"Harry, baby."

He turned around to look at me,

"Tom wants to come here, do you mind if he comes?"

He didn't answer but looked at the ground in thought.

"I'll make him sit in the living room," I uttered again, "He won't dare to even look at you. And the policeman is still outside and you have the whistle with you don't you?"

He nodded and showed me his hand, he was grasping it hard between his small fingers. My heart ash for him.

"So..? Look baby if you say no, it's a no from me too, so don't worry." I assured him softly. And I heard mumbles coming from the phone. Well, Harry can have all the time in the world to think and Tom can fucking wait.

"Okay," he finally said, "I guess he can come."

I nodded my head as I told Tom, who replied that he'd be here in half an hour.

As I put Harry's breakfast in front of him, I thought what Tom would need to talk with me about, but I had a feeling.. it had something to do with that fucker Holland.

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Tom sat opposite of me uncomfortably, it was one of the most awkward scenes I've seen.

"So how's Harry?" He finally asked as I was staring at him.

"Peachy."

He started to look around again, and I started to lose my patience.

"The guard outside for Harry's safety right?"

"What do you think?" I asked back sarcastically.

"I think he is."

"How smart!"

I knew I was making fun of him, but honestly, he should be grateful I let him even inside my property.

Then I heard him sighing loudly, "Look," he said, "You know why I'm here."

"I, in fact, don't." I crossed my legs as I replied with half a lie, since I didn't know why exactly he was here but I definitely had an idea.

"It's for Holland. I want you not to press charges against him."

It took everything in me not to break the coffee table while using that useless head of his.

"How stupid you are to think I would listen to you. He raped Harry!! And you're asking me not to press charges! Believe me I will do way more than pressing charges."

"Zayn, listen to me, I will give you everything.. anything! Just name it and it'd be yours"

I laughed that he thought he could bribe me.

"It's just.." he spoke again, "He's my baby brother."

And I saw red.

"He's a fucking rapist!" I screamed.

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Harry:

I couldn't help listening to what Zayn and Tom were talking about, and it surprised me to hear Tom trying to convince Zayn to let go of that man, I thought since he helped me before he will stand in my side, but I totally forgot, they were brothers.

And Tom's probably a dick.

"Stop Tom, stop! I don't wanna hear anything else." Zayn was tired from Tom who was still begging Zayn.

Zayn's phone vibrated loudly on the table, making both of them stop talking, Zayn was about to walk out of the room to get the call after he saw the caller ID but then he stopped in his track.

"What?" Tom wondered when Zayn was looking at him, I nearly laughed from behind the door -where I was hiding- at the stupid look on Tom's face.  He probably don't know weird Zayn.

"I want you to leave before I answer my phone."

"Wait, why is that?"

"Harry is here. I don't want you to go and get near him."

"C'mon man! Don't you trust me?" Tom put his hands up in the air in wonder.

The look on Zayn's face was even more than just, I don't.

"Okay, okay I'm leaving. But let me tell you, I'm not leaving Holland alone in this."

"I would like to see you try." Zayn let out a chuckle.

He stood up to leave and Zayn went upstairs to answer.

I looked at Tom who opened the front door and to Zayn's garden.

I went after him.

"Tom." I shouted his name as the policeman looked at me in confusion.

He turned around, clearly surprised to see me, or to see me dressed like this?

"Harry, hi. How are you?" He asked, his voice sounding more tired than when he was talking with Zayn.

"I wanna ask you something."

"Go ahead."

"That night, when we met on Zayn's family home, your brother was about to tell Zayn something about me, and you stopped him,"

"That's true." He sighed.

"Why?"

That question was in my head for a while now, why would he help me? When we just met. How did he even know what that shit wanted to say.

"Listen, Harry. There are a lot of things you don't know about Zayn, and I mean a lot you don't know."

"What does this have with what I asked?"

"You mean a lot to Zayn, if he knew that you and Holland hooked up, he won't blame you, he'd blame Holland."

I looked at him in disbelieve, "How do you know that?"

"Cause Zayn loves you Harry, he has since a long time ago."

My mouth opened wide.

"You may not know, but I was worried for my brother. I was worried of what would Zayn do if he knew that Holland touched you. I didn't wanna lose him you know. I still don't."

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Zayn:

"Louis, what do you have for me? Hopfully good news." I said immediately after I picked up my phone.

"Well, not really." He sighed, "Did you know that Harry and Holland hooked up before?"

What!

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A/N: sorry for being late but here is THE LONGEST CHAPTER I'VE WRITTEN.

I just also spend extra time to make the conversations in bold, I think it's be easier to read right?

what do you think so far? What do you think Zayn's reaction will be to the hookup news?

Tell me what u think.

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