My dear servant/Zarry

chapter 45

Author's pov:

It's just like life has completely changed only for a man. He came back after six years and now stayed only for three months and left him again. Who is he always to decide to leave? Is he the controller of everything? Is it really easy for him to play with two people's lives? If he had to leave him again then why did he come back only for three months? And in these three months, so many things happened.

Harry grunted as he was driving, going back home, it was a cold December night. Now from today, he will not see zayn's face after going home. He will not get the delicious dinner prepared for him, he will not get the hospitality that he used to get.

Harry was verge to cry, he can't take all this. He had endured so many things, and his heart has just broken into pieces and it can never be fixed. Only he knows what he is going through inside.

He ceased the car after reaching his house and took the drink bottle.

Does he have to make his drink bottle his company again? He gulped the bottle as he walked to his home. He wishes he could meet with the golden eyes boy in his home, waiting for him eagerly, after preparing dinner. He enters the home, with the hope to see those golden eyes boys. But he knows he will not see him, he has to disappoint himself.

On his way home he completed the bottle, which made him intoxicated, he was tripping and opened the door. It was dark, none was in the home waiting for him. He has become all alone again.

"Zayn" he called, the room seems to float around like a boat, making Harry tumble when he try to walk.

"Zayn, where are you? Why didn't you make dinner today? Zayn" he called him again loudly in slurred speech.

He was becoming unbalanced, and he was stumbling as he was walking to the kitchen.

"Zayn, you lazy ass, didn't make dinner for me. How can you do it!" Harry said in a broken anger tune, as he cast the bottle on the floor furiously. He has to take another bottle, he took another bottle from the kitchen and walked out of the kitchen.

He was walking into the room, on his way his eyes caught the red room which he had prepared for zayn to torture. He doesn't know why but something on his mind grabbed him to the room. He walked into the room while tripping, with his red puffy eyes.

He took the rod which was beside him and aggressively started breaking all the furniture in this room while groaning in anger, and disappointment.

"I hate you zayn, I hate you" that's what Harry was mumbling while breaking all the stuff, hot tears were rolling from his eyes.

Suddenly, his eyes caught a photo of zayn hanging on the wall and he stopped breaking things. There was a smile on Zayn's face in the photo which was full of satisfaction. His face was glowing like a moon in the photo, which made harry's heart twist. He cast the rod on the floor and walked toward the photo.

"Zayn, you did wrong" Harry whined as tears fall from his red eyes. He sniffled as he wiped his tears.

"Zayn, what did you think of yourself huh? Who gives you the right to take every decision? I am dying here now. Can't you see?" Harry growled at the photo while tears were continuously rolling down his eyes.

He took the photo frame from the wall, and sit on the floor by sliding down the wall, resting his back on the wall. He was staring at zayn's photo frame for some seconds before kissing Zayn's forehead.

"Don't you love me? Why you are so stubborn? Why do you always like to see me in suffering? And now you are giving me your best smile to pacify me. You know me well right? You know how to soothe me with this innocent smile. Huh? " harry rambled with a weak smile, and soon he broke out crying. He hugged the photo on his chest and started crying, shaking by clenching the photo in his chest.