Destacar Lover | Zarry

Chapter : 15

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I stood outside the airport, the chill of the early morning wind nipping at my face. With a weary sigh, I checked the time - 5 in the morning. Eleven long hours of flight had left me feeling like a zombie, desperate for a warm bed.

Fumbling for my phone, I sent Harry a message: "Where are you?" Moments later, my phone rang, and I picked it up.

"Where are you, babe?" I asked.

Harry's voice came through the phone, raspy from fatigue. "Can you see the black car in front of you?"

I furrowed my brow and glanced around. There it was, a sleek black Mercedes with tinted windows. "Yeah," I replied.

"I'm in that car," Harry said, his voice filled with intrigue. "When you take the cab, I'll follow you closely. I want us to go together... but in a different way."

I rolled my eyes at his cryptic message, but before I could respond, my Uber arrived. "Okay, the Uber is here," I informed Harry, ending the call.

I heaved my heavy bag into the car's trunk and settled into the back seat. As the car sped away, I couldn't help but glance back to see Harry's black car following closely behind.

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The car came to a stop in front of a black oak wood gate, and I let out a relieved sigh. I opened the door, retrieved my bag from the trunk, and paid the Uber driver.

A smile crept onto my face as the familiar feeling of being home washed over me. The garden around the house was a sight to behold and the patio was adorned with a colorful array of flowers. The cold wind once again kissed my face, leaving me feeling refreshed.

I heard another car pulling up behind me, and I turned to face it. The car door opened, and there was Harry, his cheeks tinged with a soft pink from the cold, sporting a pair of sunglasses.

I couldn't help but smile at the sight of my beautiful husband. I moved closer to him, intending to give him a quick peck on the lips, but he gently pushed me away.

"Can you please take out my bag from the trunk? I need to talk to the driver," Harry said with an awkward smile.

I nodded, taking out two bags from the trunk and rolling them next to mine. As Harry conversed with the driver, I couldn't help but huff impatiently. Once the driver left, Harry stood beside me, running his fingers through his hair.

I stared at Harry and inquired, "What were you talking to the driver about?"

Harry shrugged, replying, "Nothing much, just asked him to arrange a car for me if I need one in the future."

I nodded and asked, "So, are we ready to go inside?"

Harry was about to answer when he removed his sunglasses and exclaimed, "Oh my god, Zayn, I forgot to wear my wedding ring."

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I raised an eyebrow, saying, "It's okay, I have them."

Harry looked irritated and expressed, "You have yours, but I don't have mine."

I rolled my eyes and retrieved the ring from my pocket, saying, "Harry, stop panicking and look here."

Annoyed, Harry turned his gaze toward me, and his eyes fell on the ring in my hand. He exclaimed in joy and swiftly took the ring from me, slipping it onto his finger.