Should We Just Keep Driving? [Zarry Stylik AU]©️

Chapter 33

Zayn had the most peaceful face when sleeping.

Harry loved feeling the weight of Zayn's head on his chest, listening to his soft breathing.

They were sitting on the sofa watching a show on TV to distract them from what had happened that morning.

After promising Harry that they would go somewhere together, Zayn became quiet - still digesting the traumatic event of that morning. Niall left and it was just the two in the flat and Harry saw his love become increasingly quiet. Still. And distant. Harry suggested they order something, but Zayn didn't feel like eating. He seemed exhausted, as if a ton of weight had been lifted off his shoulders and he could finally breathe. Harry sensed he just wanted...to be. To be Zayn in a quiet moment.

Of course, Harry was eager to have him. To feel that he was right there and alive. They sat side by side, with some distance, which Harry didn't force to break because he felt Zayn needed his space. He kept looking over at him, seeing him with a distant look on his face. Barely moving.

Harry didn't even know what to say. He kept his hands to himself, sitting in the corner of the sofa, waiting for Zayn to reach out.

Then, quietly, the young CEO came close to him, nestling under his arm and finding an advantageous position. Harry welcomed him, holding him close and feeling his weight on him. Zayn's hand found the inside of his thigh with a tight grip, anchoring himself to the moment.

So, they sat together, watching this lame TV show, happy to be alive, but still with so much happening within.

If he hadn't looked down, he wouldn't guess Zayn was sleeping. He was quiet that way. Zayn rested his head on Harry's chest, his face hidden from sight. Harry looked at his dark hair, full of waves and smelled it. His hand caught Zayn's curling around his fingers, rubbing his thumb in the back of his hand. Zayn was warm, with a sweet scent and perfectly nestled against him. Harry even lowered the volume of the TV so he could hear the slow breathing.

To think that he had been close to losing Zayn that morning made his heart clench. He thanked the Universe for giving him such a blessing and protecting his most precious gift. Whenever he closed his eyes he would reminisce about the Malik house being up and flames and that feeling of complete inadequacy to do anything. He held Zayn closer, fighting the memory of the panic. He promised himself that he would take care of Zayn always and never leave his side.

The young driver couldn't imagine his life without Zayn now. It had been so dark, bitter, and sad without him. It almost seemed like a distant life. How sombre, distant, and cold he had been. With Zayn life had colour, laughter, and passion. The future was exciting, with the idea of them somewhere in the world. Who would've thought he would find love? Who would've thought this rich prince would now own his heart?

Harry cuddled and let Zayn sleep on his broad chest. As he slept, Zayn coughed a little - still with an itchy throat due to the smoke inhalation. Zayn assured that he had been seen and the doctor told him this might be normal for the news hours, even another day. Still, every time he coughed or cleared his throat, Harry would peek over at him in concern. The young driver kissed his dark waves, losing his nose in his hair.

Harry's phone buzzed on the coffee table, and he saw his mother calling. As gently as he could, he moved away from Zayn and let him fall on the sofa.

Quietly, Harry moved closer to the window so he could talk.

"Hi, mum..."

"Hi, darling." The mother responded. "I saw on the news what happened. Is Zayn okay?"

"Yes, he's fine. He's with me."

"Oh, that must've been awful. I read they had that house for years, now. I can only imagine the memories they built..." Trisha lamented. "Please, let him know that we are thinking of him and wish him nothing but good thoughts."