Lost - zarry

Spain

"Where are you?" Zain dialed Harry via Instagram. He was standing in front of the same wooden door, holding a tray of chocolate chip cookies he had baked with his bare hands. He had been engrossed in making these cookies for 4 or 5 hours, getting a bit distracted by the TV while mixing ingredients at the same time.

"I'm not home." Harry said quietly, feeling a bit ashamed for not telling Zain about his trip to Spain. He knew Zain had sort of invited him to hang out, but he just had a lot of packing to do, so he forgot to mention it.

"Where're you off to? Supermarket? Nick's place? Or where?" Zain asked matter-of-factly.

"Spain."

"Spain? Harry? Again? And why didn't you tell me?" Zain knew he wasn't Harry's parent or anything, so he didn't expect Harry to inform him about where he was, who he was with, when he'd be back, and why he went there. But he just hoped Harry would let him know a little. He wouldn't be mad.

Here, these were the reasons why he's mad;

Firstly, Harry had just come back from Amsterdam without informing Zain, as usual. It was Louis who called to let him know about Harry's return. Zain didn't mind—at least not at that moment. He was just excited to meet Harry after some time apart.

Secondly, Harry seemed busy on his phone, texting someone, maybe Neil or Nigel or whoever it was. Zain didn't care anymore.

Thirdly, when Zain suggested hanging out, Harry refused, not cruelly turning him down but simply saying he was lazy and tired. Zain understood that. After two weeks away from home, he could understand the need to stay in bed, asleep all day. Especially since Harry didn't seem to have gotten much sleep in Miami and Amsterdam.

Finally, Harry didn't even mention his next trip to Spain, leaving Zain to hang around by himself. Zain even tried to bake Harry's favorite cookies, only to find out that Harry had gone to Spain without mentioning it.

"Look, Zain. I'm sorry. I'm here for my cousin's wedding. I was busy helping her with preparations. So I forgot to tell you." Harry explained. It was true. If Zain thought he didn't want to tell him or whatever. It's not true.

"Okay. Just that. Talk to you later." Zain cut him off. He knew he sounded like an asshole for that. But he's mad. And when he's mad, he didn't spare any time to think.

Zain looked down at his cookies. If this were a scene from a K-drama, a movie, or any novel, he would have dumped this tray of cookies right away. However, he had spent time and poured his love into them. It would be so wasteful to just throw them away. So, when he saw a homeless person, he decided to give her the cookies before heading home.

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"Harry! My sweet cheeks!" Harry's aunt, Dorothy, was the first to discover him standing at the imposing front door, fresh from their long flight. With a warm embrace, she welcomed him inside, offering snacks and skincare sessions with the girls, while Louis busied himself with greetings to his favorite cousins.

"Okay auntie. Let's go!" Harry smiled at her, followed her to their huge kitchen where Cathy, Millie, Joanne, Anna and finally Sophie the soon-to-be beautiful bride were chatting joyfully. This was the night before the wedding day, no one from the in-law allowed here since it was the day Sophie had to prepare herself to be the most gorgeous bride ever!