On a Journey To Find Love. [Zarry]

Chapter 46

His grandfather?

Harry's mind went blank, then got flooded with many questions. What did this mean? Did his father have siblings? And did he have uncles or aunts he didn't know about? Did his grandmother know anything about this or his father?

No! Harry refused to believe this. His grandmother would be hurt if she didn't already know this. 

"I am sorry." Zayn apologized when he noticed Harry's confusion. 

"No, don't be. I am glad you told me." 

But he wasn't alright. He asked Zayn to take him back home. When they arrived at his room Zayn looked at him with concern. 

"Will you be alright?" He asked. 

Harry forced a smile and nodded. "Yes. I am fine." 

Zayn told Harry not to think much and get some sleep. Then they said goodbye, and he left. Harry went to clean up and change into his nightgown and then came back into his chamber. He was surprised to see Zayn standing next to his bed. Why did he come back?

Harry walked further in with a questioning look. 

"I... It didn't feel alright to leave you like this." He said. "I'll only stay until you fall asleep. I can sit there." He pointed at the couch. 

It was the first time Harry saw him a little nervous. It made him look more human. 

Harry wanted to assure him that, he was fine, but he wanted Zayn to stay, so he went to bed quietly. He lay down facing where Zayn sat on the couch and just stared at his face in the dim light. He smiled at Harry. 

It reminded Harry of what he said earlier. That he was willing to marry him. What would that mean for Harry, his family, or the kingdom? He had never thought of it before, but getting married would mean giving up to rule. 

"Zayn. Do you think I will succeed in becoming a ruler?"

He thought for a while. 

"I don't doubt it. But it will take time and you have to think of it as climbing upstairs. You have to take the first step up to the throne, yield some kind of power before having it all." 

Harry got silent for a few minutes as they both look a each other. Harry from the bed while Zayn at on the sofa, looking beautiful as ever his raven hair silky and smooth, his eyelashes darker than the night. His pump link lips full of life. Nothing like Harry had seen before.

"You are… beautiful," Harry told him. It just came out of him, but it was true. Harry had seen many beautiful men in his life, but no one like Zayn. Any man standing next to him would pale in comparison. 

Zayn was taken aback for a brief moment before his gaze darkened. "You shouldn't say that in the darkness." He said.

Was he displeased by Harry's compliment?

Zayn closed his eyes and leaned his head back, but Harry could see his hands clenching into fists. 

Not understanding how Harry disturbed him, he decided to stay quiet, and eventually, he fell asleep.