"What happened to you?" the green-eyed boy asked, looking at the beautiful broken man before him.
"I was left in the darkness, so darkness is what I became."
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(A/n this is gonna get sad. also listen to song on repeat)
—Harry sits in the royal bath with his eyes closed, back against its cool porcelain wall. The lukewarm water was littered with lavenders, lilacs, and orchids, the beautiful smell corrupting his nostrils, and the water was white from all the milk that was poured in. He could feel the tension in his muscles slowly ease away, but the pressure he felt only continued to build up. Was he doing the right thing? Ravenna had turned the once happy kingdom into a wasteland, she killed his father a few hours after their marriage, she destroyed everything his parents worked so hard to achieve, and she tried to kill him more than once. Yes, he was doing the right thing.
He stood up in the bath, the cold air hitting his skin, and gently stepped out, grabbing a robe from one of the hooks and wrapping it around himself, tying it at the waist. The fleece robe was a beautiful gray color with gold lace at the end of each sleeve, and the softness of the material felt good against his skin. He then walked to the mirror and looked at himself. He had red circles around his eyes, the tip of his nose was blush pink, his skin was as pale as a sheet, and his body was slimmer than he remembered it to be. He never noticed this before but there were light freckles scattered across the bridge of his nose. He didn't know how to feel about how he looked, but frankly he didn't have a choice.
He heard some footsteps outside the door with his advanced hearing and became alarmed. He turned around and slowly walked to the door. Once in front of it, he took a deep breath and opened it. There he saw...
Zayn was pacing back and forth, nervous. He didn't know how to express his love to Harry without messing it up. When he confessed his love for him he was drunk, but now he was sober as ever. He looked up and saw Harry standing in the doorway looking at him with a face of relief. His breathing hitched at the sight of him—he looked beautiful in his robe, his smooth and hairless legs on perfect display; his loose brown curls were damp and some strands clung to his forehead; his eyes were brighter now than he's ever seen them; the tip of his nose was a cute shade of rosy pink; and the freckles across his nose were noticeable now. He looked like a baby kitten in Zayn's eyes. His beautiful baby kitten.
Harry ran to Zayn and jumped into his arms, hugging him as if it were the last time he'd ever see him. Zayn hugged him back just as tight, never wanting to let go. Tears began to stream down his cheeks as he let out quiet sobs.
"I thought you left me." Zayn said, kissing the top of his head.
Harry looked up at him, wiping his tears, "I would never leave you."
Zayn's eyes softened at his words. His boy was truly a gem. He didn't deserve him.
"I-I heard everything," the green-eyed boy said, "You haven't failed me, Zayn. Not at all. I'm sorry about your wife, but it isn't your fault. None of what happened to your wife and your family is your fault. It's Ravenna's. So if you wish to blame somebody, blame that...cunt of a Queen."
