"Zayn?" He took the cover off.
Sassy and Classy Don't Mix (Larry Stylinson)
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Zayn shivered, but continued to sob. he hid his face in his hands.
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He crooned, and pulled him up.
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Zayn clung tightly to him, and sobbed into his chest.
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"Shh..." He crooned.
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"w-what did I-i do?" Zayn choked out between sobs. "I j-just wanted t-to be nice!" he sobbed.
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"Hes probably feeling protective of his unborn child, Zayn. Hes a cat, and a male. Both have shorter pregnancy terms. He should have a few more weeks before birth, at this rate."
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"well im not helping, since he doesnt want me too." Zayn snapped.
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"Thats your choice, Zayn." He replied.
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Zayn sighed, slumping his body more in his ars. he didnt speak, just lowered his head as more tears began to fall.
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"You realize, both Harry and the child could die if left unattended?" He softly added.
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Zayn jerked awa. "OF COURSE I DO!" he spat. "BUT HE WONT LET ME F*CKING HELP HIM!" he yelled, standing up in anger. he paced his room, tugging on his hair angrily.
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"Zayn!" He whispered as the lad stood. "Hes going to give birth in less than a month. Wouldn't you be nervous, andnot let someone else near you?"
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Zayn huffed. "theres noting I can do if hes not going to let me help." he muttered, turning away and storming out of the room. he walked into the kitchen, and poured himself a glass of milk.
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"You could convince him, Zaayn!" Liam protested, his eyes hard. "While you're here throwing a fit, who know what he might be doing? Cutting? Purging?" Liam knew about Harrys disorder because of Louis. He also knew Harry was cut free, and it may not remain that way.
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Zayn ignored him, tears streaming down his face. He took a sip then set it down. He walked to the living room and slipped on his shoes and jacket.
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Liam followed, and sighed.
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"Leave me alone, ill be back tonight." Zayn muttered, pulling his leather jacket tighter around him. He pulled out his packet of smokes and stepped out the door.
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"Where exactly are you headin'?" He asked, uncertain to let him leave.
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Zayn huffed. "none of your business." he spat, slamming the door closed and heading to his car.