INSANE ||Zarry||~ON HOLD~

Snowflake

Waking up with the sounds of little children laughing outside after a restless night of fighting the urge to not let Harry linger on his mind, he felt muddled and cold.

He pulled the curtains to see the glass pane of his window wiped clean off the dust of factories and gun powder and replaced instead with something that neither he, nor Holmes had seen in couple of years.

It was beautiful outside. The scenic view of the white snow hiding away the grubby naked roads and the concrete roofs across was indeed breathtaking.

An mellow smile made its way on Zayn's face as he got on his knees and peeked through the hazy wet window at the children playing outside, their mum and dad laughing as they clear out snow together. A perfect thing for perfect happy family.

He could've had that. He dreamt of a perfect family with his Harry once. Everything snatched from him right when he had it all.

He was startled and turned his head when he heard a loud, desperate knock on his door.

He knew that knock. The rhythm. They came up with this when they were kids. It was Harry.

He struggled to untangle himself out of the ratty old bedsheets he carried around for years and ran to the door, managing to almost put on his shirt by the time he reached for his door.

Opening it he saw there Harry standing with a brown packet in his hand, cheeks and nose red and wet from the snow outside, huddled in atleast three coats and his favorite old floppy hat, emitting the largest smile he has seen in years.

Unlike last night, Harry looked happy and excited, budding with energy he couldn't control.

Zayn had always noticed Harry being like this. Angry and then happy and then upset. Changing moods as per requirement was something Harry specialized at.

Pushing the brown packet into Zayn's hands, he asked, "Not going to invite me in?"

Zayn shook his head and opened the door wide open for Harry. He didn't know how Harry could possibly have his address to the new house when he just met him after years for the first time last night.

Harry removed his coat and handed it on Zayn's arms, walking into the kitchen like he always lived there. Zayn smiled shyly remembering how Harry always dumped his coat on Zayn to be hung up behind the door and so he did the same and followed Harry into the kitchen.

He saw water being boiled in a pot already, Harry humming slightly as he got ready to prepare morning tea.

Zayn opened the cabinet and took out a plate, placing all the toast from the packet on it.

He was nervous and yet very much at comfort. This felt right, him and Harry preparing breakfast in the kitchen as the snow slid by on the window. This felt like a home. A family.

Zayn chuckled and looked up to see Harry leaning on the counter and looking at him intensely. He sighed and asked, "What are you doing here Harreh?"

"Mornin' to you too pretty face!"

Zayn took out the cups and waited for an answer.

"I'm here to pal up to you, of course. We're old friends remember?", asked Harry, the hint of anger edging on his voice.

Harry poured out the tea in cups and handed one to Zayn, walking into the living room, pulling back all the curtains enlightening the dark dingy room with a flash of winter sunlight.

"Look at all the kids playing outside Zayn. Don't they remind you of us?", laughed Harry.

"I remember. I also remember us stacking up all the snow safely in our tree house to make a snowman later..."