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Niall felt a rush of excitement running through him "Oh" he said trying to keep his composure. He looked down at his hands, smiling softly "I am, too... But don't tell anyone Lou.... I'd never hear the end of it if anyone else finds out..."
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Niall grinned "Of course I won't tell anyone, silly!" He looked at Louis and winked, his pale blue eyes sparkling "Louis William Tomlinson... Let's consider this our little secret"
Harry leaned over and wiped Zayn's tears away "You never hurt me... Only kept me in reality... I knew from the very beginning that I would never get you... Zayn, you do quite the opposite of hurting me." He kissed his forehead softly "With everyday that goes by, my love for you gets stronger. It's all the little things about you that make me fall more in love... Like when you laugh to hard at something I say, you snort... Or whenever you go out and want to take a smoke, but there's people around, you ask them if it's ok to do so... Or the strong love you have for your large family... It's everything, Zaynie... Everything..."
Harry put his index finger over Zayn's lips, the lips he always wanted to kiss "Shhh... It's ok Zayn... Just... Just let me hold you.. Please?"
Harry layed next to him and gently pulled him into his strong arms. Harry was so soft and warm. He gently and carefully wrapped his arms around the older man. Harry rested his head on Zayn's, his body resting on it's side. Harry sighed happily and closed his eyes.
Harry opened his eyes and hesitantly kissed Zayn's head, hoping he would be ok with that "Yes Zayn?" He murmured, holding him closer. Harry gently rubbed Zayn's lower back, trying to sooth him.
Harry's face lit up, his features going radiant "Zayn... I can teach you.... How to love a guy..." He kissed Zayn's head again "Here... I can kiss you... So you know how it feels with a guy... If you would like..."
Harry caressed Zayn's cheek as he slowly leaned in, never leaving eye contact with Zayn. Then he pressed his rough but sweet lips on Zayn's. Harry was soft and gentle, his hand slipping from Zayn's cheek to the back of his neck. Harry's long kiss was filled with love
Harry smiled happily, his heart pounding in his chest. This was his dream come true.... Harry gazed into Zayn's eyes, pressing his forehead gently against Zayn's "How did that feel?"
Harry sighed happily and said lovingly "It was perfect.... Our first kiss..." He looked so happy and full of life, a look that Harry hadn't had in a long long time.... Zayn literally kissed the life back into Harry, making Harry's broken heart heal.
Harry's eyes were filled with nothing but love and happiness "Zayn... No matter what you do, I can never stay mad at you for long..." He kissed the tip of Zayn's nose "I can never stay mad at Zaynie"
Harry's cheeks blushed deeply "I... I'm beautiful?" He murmured, shocked. Nowadays Harry's was called ugly, stupid, violent and dangerous.
Harry was expecting this "I know... Would you like me to get you some pain killers? You're gonna need it.... It's time to give you stitches...."
Harry slowly leaned in and kissed Zayn, love in his kiss. Just like the last. Harry gently held the back of Zayn's neck, rubbing soothingly. Harry knew Zayn was in pain.. That was normal. Harry knew when he got Zayn all stitched up, Zayn's wounds would start to heal and he would feel better.
Harry smiled and said "You're welcome.... Now please... Lay on your back for me. It's time for your stitches" he said "They will sting, but trust me... In the long run they will save your life"
"And don't worry about the nettle... It's completely sterol. I got some from the local doctors when you were passed out" he left and a few seconds was back with a right sealed jar of surgical nettles and thread "Do you trust me? I mean you could go in the doctors to get it professionally done... Even though I was trained by doctors growing up" he smiled "If being a singer didn't work out, I wanted to be a doctor"
Harry sat on the bed by Zayn's side and got out medical scissors and cut the wrap away from his chest. Harry looked at the wound "It defiantly needs some cleaning before we start...." He said, mostly to himself. He pulled the bag of medical and surgical stuff and pulled out some gauze and disinfecting liquid "This is going go sting... Just talk to me. Tell me some stuff about you I don't know already. Talk about something"
"Mmmmm....." Harry smiled softly "I know that..." He gently started to clean his wound "I'll just ask you questions, and you answer them truthfully... How does it feel being Muslim?" He asked. Zayn never talked much about that... His whole family was Muslim, though they were British too. That explained Zayn's perfect Pakistani tan skin.
Harry frowned and shook his head as he continued to clean "That's ridiculous... Everyone who is Muslim can't be accused like that... I have always loved Muslim people growing up... I mostly had Muslim friends growing up, because they were around all the time because they really weren't allowed in America. Which i thought was stupid... They are really nice people. Theycook amazing food! But my Mum said I couldn't be friends with them anymore... Ever since 9/11..." Harry got tears in his eyes "It just isn't far for you and your people... I see all races as equals. People shouldn't be judged because of what one person in our race have done.."
Harry finished cleaning and wiped away the tears that were streaming his face "Yeah... I never told anyone but... Shortly after 9/11, I found out all my Muslim friends I grew up with were killed by Americans. You see my friends moved over there a week before 9/11 to live "The American Dream" or whatever they call it over there... But instead they were killed a week later. All of them. The Mum, the Dad, the two daughters and their baby boy... All of them dead..." Harry tried to keep from breaking out in sobs "They were like my second family... I would come home from primary school everyday and go to their house and play. Their Mum always cooked amazing snacks and told us stories..."
