Harry's eyes fluttered open momentarily and he found himself on his back, his head supported by a fluffy pillow in an unfamiliar all-white room. He began feeling dizzy and groggy as he tries to sit up then he squeezed his eyes shut, taking a deep calming breath until the feeling subsided and slowly opens his eyes again.

A low groan escapes his lips as he pulled himself up to a sitting position, using the rails from the bed, then his frightened eyes roamed about the room, clearly confused by his strange surrounding's and without warning, a vivid flashback of last night events flashed through his mind, jarring his eyes wide open.

A tapping at the door startled him, and his heart began beating furiously.

Then the door opens and a young woman enters, wearing what seems to be a nurse uniform and carrying a tray of water.

"Where-where am I?" He asked, his mouth feeling dry and his voice barely a whisper.

The woman avoided his gaze as she set the tray down on a small table next to him and handed him the glass of water to drink. He gulps down the water without thinking while she touches his forehead with the back of her hand.

"How is he doing?"

Harry's breath hitched, hearing the familiar voice and the glass nearly topples from his hands.

"Surprisingly he's doing well, compare to what we know" The woman replied, taking the empty glass from Harry's hand.

Mr. Tomlinson hums, leaning to one side of the door with his arms folded across his chest, staring intently at him. Then Harry turned pale and whimpered, shaking with fear as the memories of last night renewed.

The nurse left the room, leaving them alone and Mr. Tomlinson stepped inside, closing the door behind him. He came closer, causing Harry to shift backward with tears streaming down his face but soon Harry felt the surface of the wall against his back.

Mr. Tomlinson sat on the edge of the bed then Harry hugged his knees tightly, after drawing them to his chest.

"Don't be scared, I'm not going to hurt you. I'm a good guy" He said calmly, ignoring Harry's revulsion and fear.

"Where-where am l?" Harry asked with a shaky breath.

"A special hospital for my kind" Mr. Tomlinson smiled, revealing his fangs among the neat row of his white teeth.

Harry let out an audible gasp at the sight of the fangs resting on Mr. Tomlinson's lower lips and suppressed the panic, threatening to overwhelm him. He shut his eyes tightly and choked back the sob threatening to erupt from his throat. "You-you're a-a vampire?" His whole body trembled as he spoke.

"Yes and I'm not going to kill you, so calm down" Mr. Tomlinson assured him with a light chuckle.

Harry peeked at him with a paralyzing fear. "What do-do you want?"

"To talk to you, and also, I bought you here to check on the baby since you were oblivious to it"

Harry stared at him with an unbelievable expression.

"You're pregnant" Mr. Tomlinson stated as he drew out the paper from his pocket, unfolded it, and reached to give the paper to him but Harry flinched away, thinking Mr. Tomlinson was about to hit him.

"Take it, it's a sonogram," He said.

With shaking hands, Harry reached for the paper and stared at it, seeing a small dot in what seems to be his womb. He took a deep breath and slowly touched his stomach, caressing it, and gaze at Mr. Tomlinson.

"What do-do you want from me?" He asked.

"The well-being of Zayn" Mr. Tomlinson murmured.

"You and I know this pregnancy is going cause a lot of problems for him and that's why I want to make a deal with you"

Harry stared at him with a questionable look. "What deal?" He asked and a small devilish smirk played on Mr. Tomlinson's closed lips.

"I want the baby, after you give birth, you will give me the baby and we'll pretend this whole pregnancy thing never happened"

The corners of Harry's mouth pulled into a deep frown and he shook his head. "No, I will never give you my baby," He said, making no attempt to hide the disgust in his eyes.

"Harry" Mr. Tomlinson whispered his name with a sigh, looking at him a raised brow. "Have you ever thought of what your parents will do if they find out you're pregnant and Zayn is the other father"

Harry gulped down nervously and lowered his gaze.

"Remember what happened a year ago, when they found out you're dating an immigrant from the middle east, and how they nearly made Zayn lose his scholarship and falsely accused him of trying to rape you?"

"Stop" Harry whispered, squeezing his eyes shut as the agonizing memories he tried so hard to bury wriggled free and played through his mind like a frenetic video.

It was after their date around 8 pm, then Zayn and he drove to their usual spot at the park, cuddling at the back seat of the car, listening to their favorite songs on the radio then Fabolous feat Ashanti song *Into you* came up.

It was one of Zayn's favorite songs.

They were nodding their heads along with the beat and sounding of the music, then Zayn leaned close, singing softly in his ear.

I ain't concerned what other men would do now

As long as when I slide up in you, you growl

And any dude with you, he better be kin of you now

And I ain't jealous it's the principle now, I'm so into you

He blushed furiously and reacted immediately by slapping Zayn's chest playfully. Zayn laughed softly then he raised his gaze to Zayn's eyes and started singing along with the chorus.

I really like
What you've, done to me
I can't really explain it
I'm, so into you

I really like
What you've, done to me
I can't really explain it
I'm, so into you

Zayn gave him his usual handsome smile, that gives him butterflies then Zayn's gaze slipped down to his lips and moved back up to his eyes. He bit his lower lip and Zayn leaned forward, kissing him ardently and he kissed Zayn back with no hesitation, just pure passion.

When they broke the kiss, his lips were wet and red, then Zayn brushed his thumb across them with a soft caress that increased his pulse. "Can we try something, I promise not to do anything you're not comfortable with" Zayn whispered looking into his eyes.

He nodded and gulped, nervous of the next action that will be unfolding.

Then Zayn's mouth returned to his lips, kissing him again, slowly, savoring the feel of each other.

He found himself pinned on his back, his thighs around Zayn's body, and almost instinctively, Zayn started rocking his hips back and forth slowly, then he broke their kiss when he felt Zayn humping him, and gasp, feeling the stirring between his legs.

"You like that baby?" Zayn whispered softly against his ear and he moaned with a nod, panting lightly.

Then in a split second, the back seat door was pulled open, startling them and Zayn was yanked out like a rag doll and thrown onto the ground.

He screamed, thinking they were being attacked by robbers. He got out of the car and saw two men mercilessly beating Zayn up. He yelled for them to stop and just as he was about to intervene, someone grabbed him from behind and circled their arms around him, holding him back. He fought with all the strength he had, wrestling with the person holding him as Zayn screams in agony from the beatings.

"No Stop!, Please stop!" He screamed with a loud cry.

"Please don't hurt him, please, please, please stop hurting him!" He cried out, tears bursting forth like water from a dam, spilling down his face as one of the men smacked Zayn with a wooden board while Zayn laid crumpled on the ground, barely moving, coughing out blood and groaning in pain.

"Enough boys," A familiar voice said aloud and the men halted their assault.

A loud gasp escaped his lips at the sight behind the familiar voice and his lips parted, his green eyes wide in shock as he stared at his father standing behind the men.

"Dad?" He whispered in disbelief and his father looked at him with a calm expression.

"I told you to stop hanging out with this immigrant but you won't listen"

He gulped down and kept quiet, in fear of saying something the wrong way and incurring his father's wrath. The last thing he wants is his father ordering the men to beat Zayn again.

His father isn't homophobic, no, but he's against their relationship because he believes Zayn is a Muslim and an immigrant from the middle east, even though Zayn no longer considered himself a Muslim and he's of English and Pakistani descent.

His father tsk, looking down at Zayn and made a sound of disgust then averted his gaze to one of the men. "Take him to the police station and tell them I caught him trying to rape my son. I will be there in a few minutes to press charges"

His eyes widened and immediately spoke. "Dad no! He wasn't attempting to rape me. It was consensual"

Before he knew it, his father closed the distance between them and slapped him across the face, so hard that four fingerprints glowed in red on his cheek.

"I raised you better!, I didn't raise you to be a whore and open your legs for immigrants like him!" His father yelled at his face, fuming with anger.

Tears run silently down his cheeks, while inside, he was burning with rage but he kept quiet.

"Take him home and make sure to lock him up in his room" His father ordered the man holding him and he was a drag to a car, ushered in the back seat and the man drove him home as the feeling of heartbreak and grief bubbled inside of him.

The following day, Zayn's parents came to their house to beg his father to drop the chargers but all his father did, was to yell at them to go back to their country, and how he blames the government for bringing in immigrants who take advantage of their children.

It was horrible, and he never felt so ashamed and disgusted with himself for having a father like him.

But Zayn's parents were persistent and continued begging his father, and in the end, his father agreed but on one condition, that Malik's move out of the state within a week and Zayn's parents agreed.

His father made a call to the police station and within a few minutes, Zayn was released. He never got to talk to Zayn because all of his electronic gadgets were seized from him.

He sat in his room sobbing like a child, knowing he has to live the rest of his life with this pain and heartbreak.

Five months passed and he heard nothing of Zayn again, no matter how hard he tried to contact him, not until Zayn resurfaced back in school with a whole different look and personality.

This Zayn wasn't the sweet, shy boy he knew five months ago, everything about him seems different.

They never spoke to each other for two days after Zayn came back, but kept stealing glances at each other across the hallway or the school cafeteria then on the third day, Zayn came to him by his locker, wanting to speak to him in private.

He felt so happy, but nervous at the same time because he didn't know what to expect and they never broke up in the first place so technically they're still together.

They met in an empty classroom, staring awkwardly at each other and not knowing what to say. He made the first move and slowly made his way towards Zayn then threw his arms around him and hugged him tightly, and began to cry.

Zayn wrapped his arms around him and tightened it, kissing the side of his face.

Afterward, he wanted them to talk about what happened, but Zayn didn't want to, instead, Zayn wanted to leave everything behind the past and start over since they still love each other.

He agreed with tears in his eyes and they kissed, however, it wasn't their usual kiss, it was different, more possessive, more experience and something was off but he didn't care.

Then they decided to keep their relationship a secret, away from their parents.

"Take account into all that and think of what your father will do if he finds out that you got pregnant by the same boy he bans you from seeing"

Mr. Tomlinson's voice swept the bittersweet memories from his mind and he closed his eyes and pulled in several deep breaths to calm him.

"You love Zayn don't you?" Mr. Tomlinson whispered softly and with his freshly relived memories in mind, he nodded his head.

"And you want him to be happy?"

He nods again, opening his eyes, wiping the tears from his face.

"And you know how important his football scholarship means to him. Are you gonna let this baby destroy all of that, all of his hard work and dreams?"

Harry looked at Mr. Tomlinson with a slight frown. "I..... He paused for a moment and continued. "They will understand, this is their grandchild after all" He replied.

"With immigrant blood running through the baby, think again" Mr. Tomlinson grinned derisively while Harry seethed with rage within.

"Let me help you.....

"No" Harry whispered yelled. "I don't need or want your help"

"You will give me the baby, a weak, pathetic human like you cannot stop me" As Mr. Tomlinson spoke as his eyes flashed red and his fangs lengthened.

"We can stop you"

They heard a familiar voice then they averted their gaze to the door and saw Liam and Ashton standing at the entrance.

Harry heaved a sigh of relief, seeing his friends, but then questions started flowing through his head when he realized Liam and Ashton weren't intimidated or scared by Mr. Tomlinson's long fangs and red eyes. Rather they look very confident and by their stand, it was as if they already know Mr. Tomlinson is a vampire. Anxiety sets within him, not knowing what the hell is going on, or whether Liam and Ashton are also vampires.

Mr. Tomlinson raised his brow then slowly stood up, facing them with a slight frown. "How did you get in?" He asked.

"That doesn't matter, what's important is Harry coming with us," Liam said calmly, ignoring Mr. Tomlinson's question.

"He's not going anywhere with you" Mr. Tomlinson stated.

"Harry is not part of your deal with Zayn" Liam responded, gritting his teeth.

"Oh he is, he's the reason why Zayn hasn't fulfilled his part of the deal yet"

"Then that's your problem with Zayn, not Harry!" Liam snapped.

Mr. Tomlinson tsk, staring at both boys then chargers towards them, rushing with inhuman speed but stopped abruptly as a force flung him backward and he went flying back against the wall with a stunning force, causing him to bellowed.

The impact startles Harry into a state of panic and he screamed loudly then within seconds Liam was by his side and carries him in his arms. He didn't know whom to trust at this point but he felt secure with Liam and latched tight onto him, whimpering.

Then suddenly, everyone felt weird energy around them.

Mr. Tomlinson stood up from the section of the collapsed wall and dusted his suit then stared at Ashton and chuckled dryly. "You brought a wizard to help you?" He said, averting his gaze back at Liam.

Liam didn't respond and moved to stand beside Ashton with Harry in his arms.

Mr. Tomlinson growl loudly attempting for a second attack but then Ashton made a gesture with his hands, creating some sort of a magical barrier between them and Mr. Tomlinson.

"Stay back or you'll get hurt" Ashton warned with a small grin tugged at his lips.

Mr. Tomlinson stared at Ashton with a glare on his face and slowly smirked. His eyes, sparkling with a devilish thought but he didn't move from his position.

Liam signaled Ashton with a nod then Ashton murmured something under his breath and they disappeared together with the magical barrier into thin air.

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I hope Zayn's character is starting to make sense now 😅

To everyone who waited for this update, thank you for your patience.😊 I will continue writing this book. I just want to complete My Pharaoh then concentrate on this story and Purloiners.

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