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36. Epilogue (2)

After saying their thanks, the Styles family retired to their respective rooms.

"What a day." Zayn said walking back in the bedroom after brushing his teeth.

"You can say that again." Harry agreed looking up at him. He watched him moving, looking around the room as if searching for something. "What you lost?"

"Your neck fan." Zayn stopped searching to look at Harry. He was only in boxers but his body felt like it was being roasted in the oven. "I need it. Where is it?"

"Downstairs somewhere." Harry said. "I could bring it for you but it's battery ran out of steam and needs charging. That's what mom said, she was using it."

"Kill me now. I can't stand this heat." Zayn groaned climbing in bed, plopped down, arms and legs spread out like a star fish. "I should have showered again."

"Why don't you?" Harry rolled over to lie on his side, head propped up on his hand, stared at him. Zayn's face and neck was wet, hair sticking to forehead as a result. Zayn must've splashed himself with water, he suppose. "I'll join you."

Zayn sighed. "I could shower, but I ran out of steam."

"Hey, I see what you did there." Harry smiled. "That was sleek, baby."

"I wasn't even trying. Let that sink in, babe." Zayn clicked his tongue.

Harry chuckled, "Excuse me? Aren't I supposed to be the narcissistic one in this marriage?"

"You must be rubbing on me, babe." Zayn smiled turning his head to look at him. Harry's own fond smile with dimples popping made his heart skip a beat. He loves him with all his heart he does. Life without him he just cannot envision. If Harry dies, he fears his own will to live will die too. That scares him.

"What you thinking about?" Harry asked running his fingers in Zayn's hair, combing it back gently.

"Lots of things are going through my mind actually."
Zayn said his eyes focused on the ceiling. "Like, how I'm lying here sweating like a pig while you look cool as a cucumber. You do realise I only walked the short distance to bed to sweat this hard while when you were running around with the kids earlier you never broke a sweat even in your eyebrows. Why aren't you affected by this heat? That's what I would like to know."

Harry let out a soft chuckle, "I thought you splashed yourself with water, baby."

"Well now you know I haven't, Harry." Zayn puffed. "Do men get menopause but earlier stage to women maybe? Am I menopause-ing now? That'll explains the hot flushes. Did I ever tell you my mom was hit by menopause at 44, her weight ballooned overnight. Oh fuck!" He looked at Harry again. "I'm going to be fat."

"Calm down you're not going to be fat." Harry got off the bed laughing, made his way to the ensuite to get a small cloth, wet it with cold water and used it to cool Zayn's body down, starting wiping sweat from Zayn's face and neck.

"You are forgetting you were in hospital earlier being treated for heatstroke, the hot flushes you're having are likely because of that." Harry continued, "I don't think you're capable of getting fat, like ever. You have never put on much weight even when pregnant, baby."

"I begged to differ, Harry." Zayn spread his legs wider on instinct when Harry started cooling him down his legs with the cloth. "When I was pregnant with Elijah and Mason I was so fat, my doctor picked up on that and said I was huge didn't he? Remember that? I do."