Enna Sona [Ziam]

Forty Seven

Zayn was grateful he didn't crash his car on his way to the BlueGreen apartment. His vision was blurry even though he kept wiping at his eyes. He had to take a moment in the car before he got out and went to ring the bell.

By now he has calmed down. But his eyes were puffy and he kept sniffling. He is alright though. He just wanted to see Louis.

But it was Harry who opened the door, wearing an apron over his T shirt and shorts.

"Zayn! Hi!"

Harry smiled widely showing his dimples. Zayn nodded.

"Louis?"

"He's not here. He had a meeting with his club. They have a new match coming up, but it's for charity, so they had to meet up to plan. Do you wanna come inside?"

Zayn nodded again. He can wait for Louis, maybe.

"What are you making?"

Zayn walked straight to the kitchen surprising Harry. He was expecting Zayn to sulk on the sofa, whatever caused it.

"Um.. Cupcakes. I also made muffins. When I was in high school, I used to work in a bakery part time. So I'm good at baking."

"Mm-hmm"

Zayn hummed looking at the kitchen. It's fairly clean. If it was Louis making his infamous Chicken, the kitchen would've looked like it was hit by a tornado.

"Can I bake?"

Zayn once again surprised Harry. Didn't he want to eat everything?

"I thought you would want to eat?"

"Yeah. I would eat. But I have heard baking is therapeutic. I wanna try."

Harry didn't ask what happened to Zayn. The way he was sniffling and looking around Harry understood Zayn was trying not to breakdown. And if he asked, maybe he would and Harry didn't know how to calm him down. They were barely friends. So he just smiled and helped Zayn with the baking.

"You're good at this."

Zayn said taking a bite from a muffin Harry had already put away in a plate.

"You can be too. Just need some practice."

Zayn nodded again. He frowned taking another bite. He thought keeping himself busy would help him forget about Liam and Charlie. But it wasn't helping at all. Somehow his mind kept going back to the image of Liam and Charlie hugging and he just can't-

It was when he felt Harry's thumb against his cheeks that he realized he was crying. Harry was wiping the tears away. He looked at Harry before breaking down and for the first time since he has known Harry, he hugged him. Well, if it counted as a hug, that is. Because his arms were limp by his side and Harry was hugging him, while he sobbed his heart out into Harry's chest.

He doesn't remember when Harry dragged him to the couch, but he was leaning on Harry's shoulder tears dried now, but heart still aching. Harry was running his fingers through Zayn's hair. That always calm people down when they're having a bad moment.

"Harry..."

"Hmm.."

"Does it actually hurt here when you're in love?"

Zayn pointed at his own chest and Harry finally decided to ask.

"What happened, Zayn?"

And Zayn told him. He beared with Zayn all this while without any questions, so he had a right to know.

Harry listened carefully to what Zayn had to say and then he asked-

"If Louis walked in right now, and saw us like this on the couch, do you think he will decide we are in love and run away crying?"