Broken {Zarry Stylik}

Chapter 58

Zayn's POV
After a while, Chris had gotten back after dropping off Harry.

I didn't want him to leave, because now I couldn't sleep without him by my side. I toss and turn, frustratedly throwing the covers off of me, and groaning into my pillow.

I snap my head in the direction of the window when I hear a small tap at it.

The tapping continues, and I slowly make my way over, Bailey just watching from her spot on the bed, no worry at all on her tired face.

I pull back the blinds, looking down to see a dark figure standing on the roof beside the window.

I was about to yell, when I realize that it's only Harry.

I let out a sigh of relief, and open the window, letting him slip through, the chilly breeze from outside sending goosebumps down my arms.

He closes the window behind him, stepping over to me and engulfing me into a tight hug.

"I'm back love."

"I c-c-can s-s-see t-that." I smile.

"C-can w-w-we g-go c-cuddle n-n-now?"

"Sure Zaynie." He chuckles.

I rush over to the bed as flop down on top of the covers, and he laughs at my eagerness, taking of his shoes before lying down next to me and pulling me to his chest.

"I-I m-m-missed y-you." I say quietly.

"I wasn't even gone that long!" He laughs.

"I-I s-s-still m-missed y-you." I pout.

He kisses my pout away, and I giggle, snuggling closer to him.

He looks into my eyes, leaning closer and cupping my cheek. It was a gentle and loving kiss, but it soon turned into a more needy one.

I pulled him closer by the collar of his shirt, and he deepened the kiss. We pull away for air, and he smiles down at me.

"I love you Zayn." He says seriously.

"I-I l-I-love y-you t-too H-Hazzy."

He kisses my nose, running his hands through my hair.

Harry's POV
I watch as his eyes droop, and he leans into my touch. He's exhausted and he needed sleep. I knew I was helping by running my hands through his hair.

That always calmed him down.

I just smile at him while he sleeps, taking in every little detail that he hates about himself, but I think are the ones that makes him absolutely perfect.

"Zaynie your perfect. I wish you could see that about yourself. I can see how much your hurting when I look into your eyes, even when you tell me your fine." I say quietly.

"You don't open up easily but I can see straight through your smile. Straight through that brave face that you always put on." I whisper in his ear as he breathes in and out softly.

"I would do anything to see you shine again, even if it means that my own light would dim."

"But I wouldn't care. I just want to see you happy. You've got the most amazing smile, and I just wish I could see it everyday." I sigh.

"And I know that you've thought about it. But you can't do it. I know you feel like nothing in your life is going right, nothing has been going right and that nobody cares." My breath hitches, but I fight to continue as I gently trace his cheek bone with my thumb.