"I'm out." Louis said through his hand and busted lip as he got up, leaving.

"What just happened? I come down from my office for ten minutes to make some coffee and you all are out here making all this noise." Harry's mom compmained.

"We're sorry." Harry said.

"I asked a question. What was with all the yelling? What just happened?"

"Louis came back to bring me some of my old stuff I left at his place and he started saying things that made me upset and Zayn showed up to surprise me and we all argued, they fought, then you walked in." Harry said, tears running down his cheeks.

"I see." She said quietly.

"When did you and Louis break up?" Anne asked.

"I don't know. A while ago? He cheated on me." Harry sniffed, wiping the old tears away as new ones fell.

"Oh. Well, now you have....Zayn?" She frowned.

Zayn nodded.

"Yeah, Zayn. So please stop crying, Harry. That seems to be the only thing I ever remember you doing is crying." Anne said.

"Yeah because- you know what? Nevermind. You wouldn't get it or care anyway. I'll cry if I want to, you hear me? You've never dried a single tear so you have no right to tell me not to cry." Harry said before he turned and stormed off upstairs.

Zayn felt like he could've suffocated from the awkwardness.

"Um, nice to meet you." He mumbled, hurrying after Harry and rubbing his sore knuckles.

"That's it." Harry said sharply, coming out of his closet with a suitcase as Zayn walked into the room.

"What?" Zayn asked, watching him slam it down on the bed.

"I can't stay here anymore. I can't...have any part of this life anymore but you. I'm starting over. I'm moving out." Harry said, going back into the closet and coming out with his arms full of clothes.

"I'll stay in a hotel until I find a place." He cried, turning and stomping back into the closet after dumping the clothes in the suitcase.

"Harry stop." Zayn said, going after him.

"No! I'm sick of being here she wouldn't know if I left anyway!" Harry spat, jerking a few shirts off their hangers.

"I said stop." Zayn said calmly, grabbing his arms.

Harry dropped the shirts, stepping over them and into Zayn's arms as he broke down.

"You're not thinking clearly right now. Where are you going to live? How will you pay for it?" Zayn asked, holding him tightly.

"I'll just- use my card for it all." He sniffed.

"Harry." Zayn said knowingly. "You know you'd need her help. At least financially."

"No, my dad lives in this-this mansion in Mexico, he has more money than we do. I'll get him to transfer enough to my account for me to get started and I'll get a job from there." Harry said shakily.

"You're sure he'll do that?" Zayn asked doubtfully.

Harry nodded, sniffing again and wiping his eyes. "He will. I know I can get him to."

"Well....where are you gonna live?" Zayn asked, reluctantly letting Harry slip out of his arms.

"I dunno, I guess I'll get an apartment in the city." Harry shrugged, beginning to feel excited.

"In the city?" Zayn echoed.

Harry nodded, smiling some. "It'll be great. Maybe I'll get a cat. Fix it up, hang pictures of us? Have plants? Oh! You can come shopping for furniture with me!" He said, fully smiling now.

But Zayn wasn't smiling.

"Harry...the city is a long drive. Maybe you should look for something closer." Zayn said.

"Oh yeah. School." Harry remembered sadly.

"And me." Zayn said, offended.

"Right. I just had it in my head that you'd be with me." Harry chuckled.

Zayn stepped forward, wiping the rest of his tears away and gently kissing his lips. "I am with you."

"I know but...how cool would it be if we got our own place together? And adopted a cat?" Harry smiled.

"Sure, that'd be great. But my mom would never let that happen." Zayn chuckled.

Harry made a face, and Zayn chuckled again. "I'll be over on weekends and holidays. You'll be over at my place every weeknight for dinner. I think we'll make it."

"I guess so." Harry said quietly, smiling some.

"S'your hand okay?" He asked, looking at Zayn's knuckles that were beginning to bruise.

"Well it's not as fucked as his mouth, so I'd say it's alright." Zayn smirked.

Harry kissed him passionately.

"Thanks for that." He whispered, resting his forehead against Zayn's.

"Of course." Zayn whispered back.

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That night the two ended up staying at Zayn's, laying in his bed talking for hours that night after dinner.

"I'm not just using you for attention." Harry said, breaking the silence.

He and Zayn were tangled up together, Zayn stroking his curls while Harry ran his thumb up and down Zayn's cheekbone.

"What?" Zayn frowned, confused because they'd just been talking about ice cream.

Harry sighed, sad that Louis' words were still bothering him.

"I just...some of what Louis said. Talking about how I just use guys for attention. I'm not doing that with you, I promise." Harry explained.

"Harry, he's an idiot. Don't think twice about the shit he said."

"Too late. I've thought about it more than twice." Harry mumbled.

"Well no more." Zayn said.

"But...I mean he was right. I got so caught up in that fake personality I became addicted. I can't help the way I crave attention." Harry said, sitting up.

"So? I'll give you all my attention." Zayn shrugged, sitting up with him.

"I know but, I just..." Harry trailed off.

"I'll make sure it's enough. But even if you want to post selfies for those comments that's okay. Whatever makes you happy, you shouldn't feel bad about it. As long as they aren't harassing or disrespecting you I'm fine with it. I just want you to be happy." Zayn said.

Harry smiled, pinching Zayn's cheeks. "Why are you so sweet?"

"Quit." Zayn chuckled, trying to move away.

He fell over and Harry moved on top of him, kissing his neck.

Eventually the two shared a kiss, lengthy, and tender.

"I-" Harry began when their lips parted, stopping himself immediately.

"You?" Zayn smiled, reaching up and touching his cheek.

Harry smiled down at him.

"I'm so lucky to have a boyfriend like you."

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A/N: So I've had an idea for a Zarry stalker story, not because I'm a stalker in real life or anything (ha) but because I think it'd be fun to write.

Check out the cover!

Here's the description, however brief:

["Harry this isn't healthy. You're obsessed. I can't believe you go to all that trouble just to look at him."

"Of course I do,"

"I have to."

"I love him."]

Questions? Ask away :) thanks for reading this story.

-Zaydrian