Kerosene ~Zarry~

Chapter 12.

It's been fun. Zayn and Harry together, the growth of their love.

It was strong. Together, they were more brave then they could ever be alone. Almost as if, no one could touch them. Almost as if they're ere invincible.

Almost.

June 9th, summer of 2018.

Tragedy struck down on Harry's life. Which of course, affected Zayn as well. How could it not when they're happily married? Bound by heart and soul.

Harry was getting over the guilt he felt for former firefighter Noah's death. He has found peace within himself, he had found new love that lit up his heart for eternity. But...life wouldn't accept that.

Harry has been hurt before. Scrapped knees as a child, broken arms as a teen, but he has never had something like this happen. Harry knows what pain feels like, and from now on nothing will ever feel as painful as this.

It wasn't human error. Wasn't expected. Harry knows that even with the strength he found in Zayn, he can still get hurt. He just wasn't thinking about that in the moment.

On the morning of June 9th, 2018 Zayn Malik dropped his daughter, Alana Malik, off at the babysitters house at approximately 7:32AM. It was a normal Los Angelos day with shinning sun and singing birds. At approximately 8:10AM Zayn arrived at work, the firehouse of The 118.

Harry finished organizing and restocking the ambulance before hopping out and shutting the doors. He always wakes up before Zayn, and gets to work earlier just because he likes.

Harry smiled widely when he hears Zayn's chatty voice yelling good morning throughout the house instead if to everyone individually. He whipped his head around and smiled even wider once he locked eyes with his husband.

"Good morning, Mr. Malik." Zayn says to Harry, holding his waist has he comes in arms length of the brown haired man.

"Good morning, Mr. Malik." Harry says back, just a sweet and just as flirty as Zayn had. Everyone is the house groans and rolls their eyes at the married couple.

"You guys make me sick!" Niall yells from upstairs.

"Dido!"

"I second that statement."

"I won't say anything but I'm not gonna argue."

"I'm agreeing."

"I'm gonna puke."

"Get a room!" A shout is heard over the other voices that all spoke at once.

Lindsey smirks at them, proud of herself for voicing her command over the rest. Zayn and Harry both look at her with small, amused smiles and shake their heads.

The day goes on as usual, nothing out of the ordinary. It was a normal day, and a beautiful one really.

But all of the sudden it wasn't. The bells ring and the sirens sound throughout the firehouse before the team even gets a chance to sit down after their last call.

The team lets out a tired sigh before climbing back into the red truck and racing off to the call, the ambulance right behind them.

As they pull out of the firehouse, Zayn starts to get a bad feeling. His gut telling him that something isn't right. Something was wrong, he just knew if.

"Typical routine house fire, no different calls alright? We do the same thing we've been doing all, day got it?" Liam commands and they all nod.

"Hey guys?" Zayn calls to them through the headphones.