Harry:

I took a deep breath as I looked up at the ceiling, feeling Zayn's rubbing my stomach gently, I was having a bit of a nausea to be honest.

My heart started to beat harder in my chest just by the idea that, now, I was going to tell Zayn the story of my life, well what he doesn't know of it.

"You know you don't have to tell me right?" He uttered in a soft voice and I nodded.

"I want to," I swallowed loudly, thinking of all the things I went through, they were so many. It actually amazes me sometimes, was I really strong enough to pass all that? How!

"Okay baby, but how about we sleep now? I'm sure you're tired, and we'll talk when we wake up."

"No, I wouldn't be able to sleep," I let out a long breath, my mouth shaping an O.

And I felt Zayn poking my lips with his index finger.

I turned my face towards him in surprise and he was looking at me normally, okay weirdo.

"Just before you say anything," Zayn said, "I want you to know I'm here for you."

"Not sure of that when you hear everything." I played with my fingers, nervousness started to get the best of me.

He surprised me by pressing his lips to mine in a kiss, slow and calm, just his soft lips moving over mine and I really felt a bit calmer, especially when he lifted his hand to run it through my hair,

"You need a haircut."

I almost laughed at how random those words were.

"But believe me, nothing in this world will make me leave you."

His words were very assuring to me, I sensed sincerity and honesty, but.. he may change his mind, you could never be sure of that.

With his hands on my body; one on my hair and another on my stomach, I felt safe enough to start.

"I don't remember everything about my childhood. No father or mother figure were there when I -for example- lost my first tooth or when I went for my first day of school,"

"But I remember I used to live with a lot of kids, and a different woman every night used to dress us and bath us, and you know take care of me and a lot of other children who were like me,"

"I thought something was wrong with me and those other kids, like why didn't we have a family? but I wasn't really sad about that, because well I didn't know how does it feel to have a family,"

Zayn was silent until noa while moving his hand gently on my hair,

"Until a woman came one day, and then they told me she wants to take me to her home, to live with her."

"I was very scared that day, like she wanted to take me? Why me? And I'll have to leave everyone in here?"

"Later on, I knew she adopted me. The first night I slept in her house, she was alone, just me and her, and she really seemed very excited to have me with her and it was a different feeling for me.. but it felt good. She showered me with care and love and she was so understanding."

"That continued for two days, until her husband came home, and that when I knew I wasn't completely welcomed in that house."

I felt my eyes started to water at the memory of how Mommy and her husband fought every night because of her wanting to have me live with them; as a son.

"Apparently, he was not into the idea of adapting a kid, especially an old one, I was six years old."

"And that also kept happening for a while, and it started to get too much with how cruel he was to me; he didn't hit me or anything, but he was.. not nice."

"Every time he yelled at me or hurt me, Mommy would take me to the lake, buy me some ice cream, and we would laugh together. I loved that lake so much that I was so surprised when you took me there,"

"I saw you there a couple of times," Zayn sent a smile my way, "Sometimes alone, sometimes with a woman."

"That woman was Mommy Anne." I smiled as well, thinking of how happy I was with her.

"She really was my everything, I had some friends in school, but you know, when you're young you feel everyone is your friend, right?-"

"No?" Zayn cut me and chuckled and I glared at him for interrupting me, and he pretended to sew his mouth shut.

"Three years passed and I really was fine, except of some fights between them now and then. But Mommy told me always to leave the room and cover my ears whenever that happened cause whatever I heard, it was not the truth and that she loved me so much."

I witted my lips then continued, "Until she fell sick all of a sudden, I still to this day don't know what happened, she stayed in bed all the time while her husband took care of her, he wouldn't let me see her but I used to sneak out every time he left to the toilet or something and me and her- we both laughed at that,"

"I was having fun, like I was playing hide and seek but it wasn't you know hide and seek, more like.. don't let the big evil gorilla catch you." I joked a bit so I would break some of the tension but Zayn didn't laugh,

He looked hurt.

"And then the most awful day of my life happened, I came home from school, there were a lot of people crying, and I didn't know what was going on. I started to walk around the house, feeling weirded out at people wearing black and crowding the living room and the yard."

"That day.. I went there too? The day..he-" Zayn bumbled, his voice a bit shaking.

"Yes." I felt like my neck was being squeezed too hard by the lump in my throat.

Two seconds away from sobbing.

"Harry, we can stop here, really-"

"I'm okay, I would feel better if you knew everything."

He nodded his head and hugged me, I let out a squeal at the sudden gesture.

"Keep talking while you're in my arms." Zayn whispered.

I sighed and snuggled my face into his bare chest more, the little hairs there were tickling my cheek, and I nodded my head as I felt his arms surrounding me securely.

"It was the day she- she passed away."

"Oh God!" Zayn let out.

"I saw her lying in her bed motionless, and people were standing around the bed, along with her husband,"

"He glared at me when he saw me and I backed off when he came closer, he was a giant man, so I always kinda felt scared of him, and he screamed at me,"

"He screamed at- at me to get out, that I have no room in this house anymore, and that my Mommy died because of me."

"He was lying! I knew he was! But I still felt hurt and I went out from the house crying, having nothing but the clothes I was wearing and my school backpack, and I ran and ran until my legs couldn't carry me anymore."

"And I saw myself in a foreign street, I sat down on the pavement and two moments later, or that's how it felt, two hands picked me up from the ground, I gasped then I screamed at the foreign man, then I started to cry 'Help! Help!',

"But the man said, 'Stop son, you're embarrassing me' and people were passing by me, not even sparing me one look,"

I felt Zayn's arms tightened around me and I started to cry silently,

"No- one helped me. I- I thought I w-was going crazy, he took me to- to his ho-house and-"

"Oh Harry," Zayn cut me and pressed kisses to my head, over and over as I continued to cry.

"I passed- passed out, after wha-what he did, and then wh-en I woke up it w-was night. And I- I was bleeding-"

"Harry baby, please." Zayn begged as I felt his eyes pouring tears in my hair.

"Let's try to sleep, please Harry." He continued.

"But- I wann-" I let out between small sobs.

"No, please." His voice held so much pain like I was physically hurting him.

So I nodded my head, trying to breath through my sobs, I knew the talk wasn't finished and the chapter was cut in the middle. But Zayn and I, we didn't care now, for once we wanted to let go and not care about anything.

And we drifted to sleep.

.

I woke up alone in the bed, still naked and sweat dribbling from my body, another nightmare, this started to get too much now.

I lazily lifted myself up and walked to take a shower and dress. Wondering why Zayn was awake so early, it was like 8 am or somthing.

While showering, I thought of what happened yesterday, I'm sure I said too much, until he had the need to stop me, I'm not sure also if I should tell him more or not today?

I mean I want to, but what if he stopped me again? I understand he felt hurt for me, which gave him a one hundred bonus in my heart, that he is now as important to me as Mommy.

I let a tear slip at the thought of Mommy. I hope she is in a better place

Anyway, I was glad Zayn stopped me last night, I'll make sure to tell him that.

I went downstairs and heard nosies from the kitchen, so I walked towards it slowly, rubbing my wet hair with a towel.

He was there wearing a 'I'm a sexy chef' apron over his shirtless torso.

Um.. okay.

"Good morning," I greeted and he looked up to send me a heart-warming smile.

"Morning, do you want some coffee?"

I looked at him for a second,

This, all this, really looked like we were a real life couple. Him asking me if I wanted coffee while he was preparing breakfast, standing half naked in the kitchen.

Well, I think we are a real couple then.

"Yes, please." I thought for a second, "You know, make them two," I added.

He handed me a mug with an 'H' on it, I actually never saw this one before, then he said,

"I already had mine baby," oh! Those  pet names still flatter my heart.

"Oh it's not for you." I went to fill another mug myself but he was quick to push me gently and he did it for me.

"Whipped." I whispered as I smirked, but anyway he heard it.

"Yup that's me." He nodded his head and I laughed.

I put my mug down on the counter and took the other and headed to the garden. I could feel Zayn's eyes burning holes in my back. Should I wiggle now?

I opened the door and I saw the guard sitting on the door step. He flinched a bit when I cleared my throat.

He looked up at me and his face turned red, remembering our lovely meeting, aren't we eh? I almost laughed.

"This is for you." I handed him the cup and he took it and thanked me.

"It is black, I hope you like that." I added.

"Thank you." He repeated, looking down.

"You already said that." I teased him.

"Oh, yeah." He rubbed his chin after he took a gulp; I was sure it burnt his tongue.

"So, anyway, I wanted to tell you, that you can go home." I finally said.

"What?" He looked up at me in surprise.

"Yeah, you can leave."

"I can't do that." He shook his head no.

"Yes, you can, I'm asking you too."

He hesitated for a second,

"A- Are you sure Mr. Styles?"

I felt a hand on my waist from behind, and I turned my head to the side, and Zayn sent me a smile as he pressed his lips to my cheek.

"I think this can answer your question." I gestured towards Zayn, who pressed another kiss to the side of my neck.

Okay, why do I sense a possessive Zayn now?

"I mean if you insist and if you're sure, okay."

"I am sure."

I trust Zayn, I really do, no need for anyone to protect me from him, he can protect me from anyone.

I put my hand over Zayn's on my waist and he tightened his grip on me.

The guard drank a large gulp of his coffee before he handed me the empty cup.

"Have a good day, Mr. Styles. Thanks for the coffee." He saluted me, using his index and middle finger.

"You too."

Zayn pulled me inside and shut the door with force that literally made me jump.

"Did you see that?" He nearly screamed.

"Oh for banana's sake you scared me! And saw what?"

"How he acted like I was not there?"

I won't lie but this Zayn was fucking hot.

Looking angry, and acting possessive,  really suited him.

I walked the two steps that were between us, and put my arms around his neck, looking at his pouted lips, and the frown that was between his eyebrows.

A shiver ran down my spine; I was still feeling such a thrill at how Zayn let me touch him, he used to torture me in the strip club every night. Looking like an untouchable god.

"That's better," I whispered in front of his lips, "I want you for my eyes only."

A smile crept on his mouth and I couldn't contain myself in front of this beauty, I ran my tongue over his bottom lip, and he let out a chuckle.

And I noticed he put on a shirt, "Why are you wearing a shirt now?" I couldn't help but ask.

Oh fuck! now I'm sounding desperate for Zayn's abs.

Okay, Maybe I am.

"I'm not really that comfortable in, you know being shirtless in front of just anyone."

I smiled as he mumbled this and I was about to tell him how much that thrills me, when his phone rang from his back pocket.

"Oh, shit! That's Louis. He asked me to call him yesterday but I totally forgot."

"You were busy," I smirked and he laughed awkwardly as I saw him walking upstairs,

"Hello." I heard him saying before he closed his- our room door?

Is it our?

Anyway.. wait-

Why didn't he take the call in front of me?

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A/N: I swear I've written three chapters and I haven't told you the news that Louis is supposed to tell Zayn. Lol.

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