On a Journey To Find Love. [Zarry]

Chapter 48

Harry went back to the castle, but something didn't feel right. It didn't feel right to leave Zayn alone. Something told him, Zayn was sad. The way Zayn held onto his hand when he was leaving told him, he wanted him to stay. His nightmare seemed to disturb him more than he admitted. 

Was it a nightmare about his family? Or the coffin? 

No. Harry had to go back and make sure he was alright. He had promised to protect Zayn and never let him get hurt again. 

When Harry arrived at his home, he was surprised to see Zayn standing exactly where he left him. Now he got really worried. 

"Zayn" Harry called carefully. He seemed lost in thoughts. He didn't even notice his arrival. 

Zayn looked at him surprised. "Harry, what brings you back?"

"I was worried." He said. 

Zayn shook his head as if waking himself up. Then he smiled. "There is nothing to worry about." 

"Zayn. I just lost a friend because I thought I was protecting him by not telling him the truth. I don't want to lose you, so let's are open with each other."

Zayn sat down on the sofa with a sigh. Harry went to sit next to him. 

"I-I can't sleep well. When I close my eyes, I see things from the past. My wife, my daughter…" He paused, looking almost guilty that he said it out loud. 

Harry took his hand in his own. "I don't expect you to forget about them or never talk about them. I know they will always be a part of you and I am...in fact, curious to know what your wife and daughter were like. If you want to talk about them, I'll listen." 

Harry didn't know how to act in this kind of situation. He thought that maybe if Zayn had someone to talk to about his family, it would be easier than keeping it to himself. Or maybe it was still painful to talk about them.

Harry didn't know. 

"My wife Gamila, and my daughter Micah they... they were my world." He began but stopped. It seemed like he didn't know what to say or where to start.

"How did you meet your wife?" Harry asked. 

Was it right for him to ask? Harry didn't know.

Harry trusted that Zayn would tell him if he wasn't willing to talk about it. 

"I was at the market one day when I heard this female voice arguing with someone. Of all the voices, hers caught my attention. I instinctively searched for her in the crowd and when I saw her when I looked into her eyes I just knew. It was her. The one I was fated to love." 

Harry knew he was lost in his memories from the distant look in his eyes. But he had a smile on his face when he spoke about her. 

"Was she the first woman you loved?" Harry asked, thinking of the long period he lived. 

"Yes. She was. Not all of us are lucky to find the one, and I thought I was one of the unlucky until I found her." He turned to Harry. "And now I found you. Can I be lucky twice? It feels like I am dreaming and I am afraid to wake up."