𝐀𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 [Z.S] ✔︎

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He was nervous, his palms were sweating, and he could already feel the bead of sweat trickling down his face and onto his neck.

As he walked quickly through the 'Robot Space' complex where he was in charge of creating advanced prototypes of the technology they could handle, he himself had designed manuals and drawings of how he wanted what he was doing.

He had been with the company for over five years, and for those five years, he was proud to say that he had patented over three hundred and forty-four commercial items, among them: The electronic toothbrush, the famous robot waiters in China (although they stole some of the credit), he was also in charge of making beautiful designs for his own robots in creation. Like all the things he's made, part of those four hundred and forty-four things, was from projects he'd made with other people around him, or from helping out.

Zayn was smart, he was an artist with a lot of popularity for his art, and mostly for being the assistant manager of the company. He had earned that position through hard work, sweat, and many years of study.

And that is why he was now nervous and trembling with his tablet in his hands, looking for some sign that everything was about to worsen his mood.

"I need you to tell me right now what the fuck you did with my prototype 365, where is Niall?" Zayn entered his assigned area shouting all over the place, scaring his employees already nervous about how their boss would react to the news that he would have to stop his work.

"He's in the bathroom, sir." Amelia, a brunette woman looking at him with a severe twitch in her eye, replied.

"I need to talk to him, tell him I'm in my office." Zayn left the place with a scowl on his face and the urge to snap someone's neck.

As he walked into his office and let his back rest on the swivel chair, he let his thoughts about his new prototype float out of his brain.

He had talked to his boss about what he wanted to do, and luckily he let him, of course he wouldn't let him down, it's highly impossible for him to do that if he's the one keeping the company on an even keel. But after everything that had happened with his prototype two hundred and twelve he wasn't so sure about it anymore.

Zayn picked up his sketchbook, looking for the page he wanted to see at that moment, and when he found it, he was stunned and excited by the thrill of his biggest project yet.

The name: h.m36152_ZsTYA.

He chose to give it the name Harry, to keep it short, although the correct moniker was "prototype 365", the first human robot to be created in the company 'Robot Space' patented by him, of course.

Sliding his fingertips across the animated face of his notebook, he exhaled all the stress contained in his body.

Just because he managed to provoke a peace that no one could get out of him.

He promised himself to do his best to get it right this time.

The programme was ready.

The voice was ready.

His brain was ready.

The only thing missing was the support, that is, the body, and that was the problem. There was a lot of expense involved, and he knew the company wouldn't pay for that many parts and wires, so he would do it himself with all his money, which was the most he could spare anyway.

His co-worker, Niall, had stopped everything because of that problem, again, making him angry, again, for being such an idiot for stopping HIS own project.

But that would change that very afternoon when he made it clear to him that he couldn't stop what he'd been longing to do for years.