My dear servant/Zarry

chapter 39

Author's pov :

"Sir, I am full." Zayn implored quietly but instantly looked down when he found harry giving a death glare on zayn. He just took three bites and he is full which surprised Harry and worried too that zayn doesn't take his meal properly.

Zayn sighed, he couldn't eat anymore, he feels he will throw up if he take another bite. But he doesn't want to disappoint Harry by denying him. For the first time, Harry takes so much care of him. But now he can't take it. He would throw up anytime.

"Sir...." Zayn whined quietly. He was hesitant to say anything before harry, and he was frightened to say.

"Zayn if you don't complete your meal now, you will see the worst side of me " Harry roared and gave zayn another spoon. Zayn couldn't do anything other than obeying but how he can make harry understand he is not feeling well.

Suddenly his face became greenish pale, he could feel food to his throat. He couldn't hold it more, he instantly got up from the chair, ran to the bathroom, throw up everything from his stomach. It hurts his abdomen, he clenched his hand over his stomach and tried to throw up without any pain.

Harry followed him and found the miserable condition of Zayn, he hold zayn from behind, spooning his back.

"Zayn, are you okay? " harry asked worriedly now he is regretting forcing him to eat. But he needs to eat more, the amount he eats is not sufficient for his body.

"I am....sorreh, sir. I...am okay" Zayn apologize weakly with a stutter, he was feeling guilt, he didn't want to disappoint Harry like that.

Harry didn't say anything, he made zayn's face rest on his chest, Zayn was panting heavily, he was tired and weak.

After sitting there for some minutes. Harry hold zayn up and took him to the dining table, made him sit in the chair. Now he can't leave this trembling boy on an empty stomach.

"You stay here, I am going to prepare something for you" harry ordered.

"Sir...you don't need to do......"

"You will not tell me what to do and what to not. You just stay quiet." Harry yelled, pointing his index and walking to the kitchen.

He thought to make soup for him and zayn will love that. Zayn used to love harry's soup, didn't he? Harry doesn't want to think of all of these memories now. Those memories only make him weak and vulnerable.

He made soup and fed zayn. Zayn was quiet all the time. This time he was feeling better. Harry still cook like before, same taste, the same flavour which has amazed zayn. Only he knows how much he missed harry's soup, how much he was craving for it. Thinking about all these, tears fall from zayn's eyes. He instantly wiped it with the back of his hand with a sniff.

Harry noticed it but he stayed quiet. He has no words now.

After feeding zayn, Harry went to the kitchen to keep the dishes in the sink. Zayn still can't believe harry took a stand for zayn and took a leave in his office for him, made soup for him. A wide smile formed on his face, every time thinking of harry makes a butterfly flip on his stomach.

He flinched when he heard harry cleaning his voice, he didn't notice when Harry has come and sat in front of him. He blushed at harry's intense stare and little bit embarrassed for smiling like a fool. His smile quickly wiped, and a frightening face appear.

"Go and take some rest," Harry ordered blankly. Zayn nodded his head at the response.

"Don't forget to take your medicine." Harry again said in a deep voice before even zayn could get up.