"You look like shit," Harry chuckled.
I sent him me best death glare but it didn't seem to faze him considering he just laughed. I hate to admit it but he seemed to have a genuine smile right now and it was absolutely adorable. With his dimples and his gright green eyes, I couldn't help but smile back.
"You look good with a smile," I blush.
"I tell you that you look like shit and you tell me I look good with a smile?"
"Well, in that case, you look like shit too. It's not my fault I look like this."
"Yeah... I'm sorry about that-"
"Did you know?"
"Well, Zayn said we are mates or something?"
"Oh- that... Yeah, I knew-"
"And did you know this would happen? Referring to me feeling everything you felt and getting the bruises and then blackout?"
"I've heard about it but I didn't think it was true-"
"Why didn't you tell me we were... mates?"
The way I said mates seemed to effect Harry. His eyes fell and he seemed hurt that I said it in such a disgusted way. I didn't mean it in that way though!
"Harry, I'm sorry- I didn't mean to say it like that... This is all just so knew to me and I have no clue how to comprehend it all and-"
"No, I get it- I should probably get going."
He begins to stand up to leave but I don't let him- I can't. I force my body up more, ignoring all the pain shooting through me, and grand his wrist to stop him. He stops and turns his head slightly to look at me.
"Please don't go..."
"I wat you to stay-"
"Yes, but why?"
"I-" I let go of his hand because I just wasn't gonna do this. We may be mates or whatever and I may want him to be here so that I don't feel alone and can feel like I'm wanted byt someone, other than my brother, for once in my life; but I don't wanna deal with the headache. "Nevermine, it's clear you don't wanna stay."
I lay back down onto the bed and turn onto my side away from Harry. If he doesn't wish to stay, then I won't force him to.
I feel a single tear slip from my eye and fall onto the bed just as Harry walked around to the side of the bed that I was facing, "what's wrong? What did I do wrong?"
"Nothing," I mutter burting my face in the pillow.
He brings his hand to my face and uses his pointer finger to turn my face towards his. I want to refuse to look at him but I just cant and now he see's that I let something so stupid get the best of me. He want's to leave and I am acting like a baby about it.
"I just didn't want you to leave-"
"Then I'll stay."
"You don't have to, you probably have things to do- and people to see."
"I do't know- maybe a date or something? How would I know about your life?"
"The only person I'll be taking on a date anytime soon, is you, love."
"Because you are adorable, and sweet, and beautiful, and did I say adorable?"
Before I am able answer him, he presses his lips to mine and embraces my small body, compared to his, and presses me dow to the bed. His body is pressed to mine on top of me but not letting his full weight on me. As the kiss becomes more heated, I feel my body begin to react to him and get slightly excited.
My hands are raking through his hair and tugging slightly when I hear a moan escape his lips. I smile into the kiss and press myself closer to him. Both of our tongues fight for dominance but he ends up winnining that fight but I glady let him as long as it means he won't let go.
"Okay, seriously guys?" My brother huffs from behind us.
We break from the kiss and look at Zayn. I can't help but to laugh because this is now the second time he has walked in on us kissing in less than 24 hours. Though, the first time, I was pressed up against a shelf full of hamburger helper; this time, Harry is on top of me and I'm pressed to my brothers bed.
"I came in for a set of clothes cause I was gonna shower," he mumbled. "But I would appreciate it if you two wouldn't sneak in a snog on my bed, yeah?"
"I wouldn't say we were exactly trying to sneak it," I giggled.
Harry looked down at me and smiled as he gave me a quick peck on the lips, "we could always go off into your room and 'sneak' a snog in," Harry winked.
"Oh god, keep it to yourselves!" Zayn yelled walking out of the room.
Just as Harry was about to pick me up and carry me into my room, Zayn's phone rang. Zayn came running in to grab the phone off the nightstand and looked at the screem funny.
"Blocked number?" He asked more to himself. "Hello?"
Both Harry and I watched my brother on the phone. At first the conversation seemed fine from our point of view but then Zayn's face became hard and his eyes almost black. His hands were balled into fists and his knuckles were fading to white. He didn't seem to like what the person on the other line was saying. When he hung up, he threw the phone across the room causing it to bounce off the wall and onto the floor. From what I could see, the phone wasn't broken thanks to the case he had on it.
"What's going on?" I whisper afraid of his reaction. He has never been this angry in front of me. Last night he was bad but not this mad and this mad was scaring me.
He let out a few hevy breaths while his hands were balling in and out if fists before he looked at his. His eyes were now a mixture of anfer and worry, "we need to leave, now." He says turning towards his dressers.
"What? Why?" Harry and I both ask.
Zayn stops and looks at us, "Harry, he knows and he's not happy.
I look over at Harry ans see him as pale as a ghost, not his typical tan and full of life looking skin. This seems to trigger something in him because he picks me up quickly and takes me over ti my bedroom and setting me down on the ned.
"What's going on?" I as as he grabs the small bag I got here with and began stuffing my clothes into.
He stops packing for a second before looking at me, "they know where you are."
"Your dad and grandfather."