(Trigger Warning.)

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Are you awake? -HS

Yeah Haz, what's up? -ZM

*text delayed.*
I'm sorry -HS
I messed up, I fucked up again, I'm sorry -HS

Harry what's wrong.... What did you do? -ZM

I took too many, I don't want to die, I don't -HS

Harry you have to make yourself throw up. Please don;t die, please don;t. I'm coming Harry -ZM
Why didn't you tell me it was bad again babe? -ZM

*another delay.*

I'm sorry, I threw them up, I promise -HS
I'm sorry -HS

Harry I need you to call me while I drive I just... I need to hear you're okay, can you call me please? -ZM

Tired emerald glance drags along the words, once, twice, a few times before he could see passed the tears long enough to actually read the text. Shaking hands managed a reply. Not a text. A call. The phone rang. First ring. Second ring. He swallowed hard as he heard the phone being answered, a small smile finding its way to his face before fading as his lower lip quivered.
"Hi."

Zayn was frantic and his hands were shaking as he drove, he hit answer as fast as he could, phone pressed to his ear while he waited with baited breath for the boy on the other end of the line. "Oh thank god Harry." he breathed, choking back tears. "M'on my way babes, how are you, are you sure you got it all up?" he chewed his lip as he accelerated to pass someone, needing to be with Harry /now/.

Harry bit at the insides of his cheeks, his jaw clenching, straining to hold back the new tears that brimmed in his eyes. Just hearing Zayn's voice quiver, just.. He took in a breath and let out a shaky exhale, running a shaking hand through his mess of curls. "It's up. It's all up, I promise." He had counted, made sure, praying as he sat there with his forehead against the cold rim of the bathtub. He shut his eyes tight, gripping at his phone. "Zee, I'm sorry.."
Stranger: "Shh, it's okay Haz, I know you didn't mean it." Zayn cleared his throat, nearly sobbing, "Just, we're gonna get you better again okay? But for now, when I get there, i think I just wanna hold you a while, is that okay?" he hummed softly. He had a vice grip on the phone and the steering wheel as he weaved through traffic, his heart breaking for the broken boy on the other end of the line.

Harry nodded frantically, hot streaks making their ways down his flushed cheeks. A small sob snuck its way out and he let a few others follow, a very large weight lifted off his shoulders. He sniffled twice and took in a deep breath, letting out out. "Please?" He managed, once he'd gathered up the composure. He felt very small, but somehow.. Zayn made him feel very big, very real.

"Yeah," Zayn breathed, tears running down his sharp cheekbones. "Yeah babe, and I can make you some of that god awful fancy tea you like, the vanilla chai? And we can watch those sappy movies you love." he sniffed, swiping angrily at his cheeks at the stop sign. "M'on your street now babe," he murmured, not hanging up until the moment he was there.

Harry had his breathing under control, but he knew his heart wouldn't piece itself back together until he was surrounded by Zayn's warmth. His stomach was a bundle of nerves and he clenched onto the phone as if it could disappear at any moment, as if it would just leave like some sick joke and Zayn would back right out of the driveway and -
"I love you," he sniffled, his words quiet as he wiped at the tear stains on his cheek with his sweater sleeve. "Door's unlatched."

"Love you too Haz." Zayn sniffed and shut off his car, locking it behind him as he jogged into the house. He didn't hang up until he was through the front door. "Babe?" he called out, making his way up to the bathroom where he knew Harry'd still be. He just needed to see him and hold him and know he was really still there, he was really okay.


Do you think I could come over? We need to talk.