The Reunion~ Zarry Stylik [Completed]

Memories bring back you

"Fucking Hell", a 16-year old Zayn cursed. He was stuck between all these people in an audition line.

Well the day started with his mom waking him up for the audition at 4 am. He never really wanted to go but his mom was insisting so much and he could not say no to her.

So, here he was standing under the bright sun. He huffed and wiped some sweat off his forehead. His mother and his younger sister, Waliya had come with him. They were sitting under shade of a tree in a corner.

A middle aged man came up to him and he had a list in his hand. He checked Zayn's audition number and then moved ahead.

"Where's number 165998?? ", he asked.

"No idea", Zayn answered and looked back to the front.

" Sorry! I was just helping my mum out there", he heard a voice said.

Zayn turned around and his eyes widened at the sight of the boy in front of him.

He had those curly brown hairs and green mesmerizing eyes. Zayn could feel his heart beat fastening at the sight of the boy.

The man checked his number and went away.

Zayn nearly got a heart attack when the boy flashed him his dimpled smile. He could swear that it was the most beautiful smile ever.

"Hey!! ", the curly haired boy said and Zayn could swear he would die to hear that voice everyday.

"H-hi", he stuttered.

This never happens! Zayn doesn't gets nervous like this.

But there was something special about this boy which made him so nervous.

"I am Harry, Harry Styles", he said, bringing his hand forward for a handshake.

Zayn reluctantly shook his hand, ignoring the tingles that spread across his skin when their hands touched.

"Zayn Malik", he answered.

"Are you from London?? ", Harry asked.

"Uh-no. I am from Bradford. What about you??"

"Holmes Chapel", he answered.

And they talked for what seems like hours. They learned so many things about each other.

That was the first time they met and the moment when Zayn got a crush on Harry.

"Mom", Harry called out.

His mother came towards them. "Anything wrong, sweetie??", she asked.

"I want you to take a picture of us", Harry said.

His mother smiled and took a picture of both of them.

(Present time)

Zayn sighed and put the picture back on the table of his living room.

His Hazza. His first love. The person who made him realise who he really was. His best mate.

It's been 6 years.

Since he last saw Harry. He thought that after leaving the band, his feelings would slowly go away. Well! Guess what?! They never went away. In fact, they grew stronger and stronger with each passing time.
His heart longed for his Hazza. He wanted nothing but to go back to the old days but he didn't have courage to do so.

How can he go back when he knows that his former band mates would hate him??

None of them wanted him to leave. But it was getting so toxic for him that he had to leave for his own betterment.

Liam and Niall still talk to him. They have each other's phone numbers. They talk with each other on call and text whenever they get a a chance to. Everything was normal between the three.

But with Harry and Louis, it was all heated.

Louis didn't want to talk to him because he was not there when he needed him the most. Louis's mother died and Zayn was not there to support him. Louis was still angry with him for all this but he never understood Zayn's situation.

Harry and him never talked after that horrid incident that he never wanted to recall.

He looked at the picture again as he thought about his love. A tear rolled down his cheek as he caressed Harry's face through the picture.

"I miss you. Every single second", he said in a low voice.

"Then why don't you go to him again??", a familiar voice asked. Zayn turned and saw Shelly standing there.

Shelly was his hair dresser as well as his friend. She always helped him whenever he needed help. She was a red head with beautiful blue eyes.

They both met when he went back to Bradford for his sister, Doniya's wedding. Shelly was a trained hair dresser and needed a job so, Zayn offered her to work for him and since then they had been friends.

"I can't S", he said and he peeled his eyes away from her, looking at his feet. "They hate me. Especially Louis and Harry"

"How are you so sure??", she asked and walked towards him until she was standing directly in front of him.

"You know exactly what I did", he said, raising his voice. "I am a horrible person. I have hurt them"

"You had your reasons Zee. Your mental health was not good. You were broken at that time. They don't understand this but if you won't talk to them, they will never know what you have gone through. Once they realise it, they will forgive you"

Zayn shook his head and sat on the couch. He placed his head in his hands to mask away the tears that threatened to spill down from his brown orbs.

"Don't you want your friends back??", Shelly asked and sat beside him. "I have seen you so many times, looking at their pictures and then crying. I cannot see you like this anymore. I cannot see you crying yourself to sleep. You are hurting Zee. If you want your mates back, you have to talk to them. I know you want it so bad, please try for it. I know they will come around".