On a Journey To Find Love. [Zarry]

Chapter 70

Ilyas took a chair and sat next to the bed when Harry told him to stay. If Zarin came back, he didn't have the energy to deal with him, so having Ilyas there made him feel relaxed. 

For a moment he had thought it was Zayn who came to him. He had panicked. He didn't want him to see the situation he was in with the person he called a friend. For the first time he was ashamed to call Zarin his friend, so he was glad that it was Ilyas who came to him. 

They communicated through the necklace and the bracelet which let him know where he was when they needed to meet, so he must have used it. 

"Thank you for staying." Harry told him. 

Ilyas gave her a meek smile and a slight nod. Just like his father, after all the fights, not one hair on his head was out of place. His light golden hair that almost looked white fell to his shoulders smoothly. It complimented his pale skin and his pale blue eyes. He had hollow cheeks just like Zayn and it gave them both a wolfish predatory look. Harry wondered if it was a smoke demon thing. 

"Do you also consider yourself a djinn?" Harry asked. 

"Yes." He said simply. 

"But you don't hate me? I am part witch and the devil's granddaughter."

"You clearly chose a different path than your grandfather, and you didn't choose to be born as a witch." He explained. 

Harry nodded. He was glad that there were demons who thought differently. 

"I know I said I would introduce you to father. I haven't forgotten. I am trying to find a more appropriate time." Harry told him.

"I am in no rush." He spoke calmly. 

After a while, Ilyas left so Harry could take a bath. He couldn't fall asleep being dirty. It bothered him. 

While bathing, he thought about Zarin and Zayn. He wondered if Zayn knew that it was Zarin who send Rose. He probably did, and yet again he felt ashamed. Then he remembered when Zayn told him to trust him. Was he speaking of Rose? And what was it that he wanted to tell?

Unable to contain his curiosity, he teleported to his home after bathing and getting dressed. 

When he came to his room, he was surprised to find him sleeping. Why was he sleeping during this time of the day? He walked closer and looked down on him. He seemed to be sick again. His face was pale. He wondered what was happening to him. Last time he had broken all the furniture in his room. 

Harry touched his forehead. He wasn't burning like before, but he was still warm and again he slept wearing nothing on his upper body. It must be the heat. 

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Zayn woke up from a familiar scent invading his senses. It smelled like spring, like a warm breeze carrying the scent of blooming flowers. It was a smell that reminded him of greenery and sunrays. 

He opened his eyes, squinting his gaze followed where the scent came from. Next to him, in his bed, he found Harry sleeping. His eyes widened in surprise. He had to touch him just to make sure he wasn't dreaming and Harry would wake up just to kill his family again. But he was very much awake as he felt the warmth of his skin and the softness of his hair against his fingers.