Love Will Guide Our Way(Zarry)

Chapter 9

Dedicated to RohaYousaf

Harry's P.O.V

I stared out the window of Zayn's car as he drove, my mind deep in thought. You wanna know where we're going? Zayn is taking me to meet his mum. I am so nervous. What if she hates me? Out of the corner of my eyes I could see Zayn taking tiny glimpses at me. He placed his hand on mine causing me to look at him. "Don't worry hun, I know my mum. She'll definitely like you." he said giving me a reassuring smile, trying to keep his eyes on the road. Even though Zayn seemed so confident that his mum would like me, his eyes held something else. He looked nervous, like if he was trying to convince himself about his mum liking me as well. I guess that he doesn't know his mum as well as he thought he did. After about twenty minutes, Zayn stopped the car in front of a decent looking house. Taking a deep breath, he looked at me. "C'mon, let's go." he said while getting out of the car. Nodding my head, I quickly followed. We walked up to the mahogany door and Zayn gently knocked on it. He turned around and mouthed 'relax babe' to me. A few seconds later, a middle aged woman, whom I assume is Zayn's mum, opened the door. "Mummy!'' Zayn shouted like a little child, while engulfing her in a big hug. "Zayn! I missed you so much." she smiled, while hugging back. Seeing Zayn and his mum like this, made me remember all of the mother son moments I shared with my mum before I told her that I was gay. Even though she treated me so badly after I told her, I still do miss her. I mean after all she still is my mother. I am still a part of her. We are still related by blood. "Who's this Zayn?" his mother asked. "Oh, this is my boyfriend Harry." he smiled confidently, hiding his nervousness. "Okay, Hello Harry, I'm Patricia" she smiled. "Nice to meet you." I replied. "Well come on in." she said. She gestured us to go sit on the couch. "So Harry, how old are you?" she asked. "I'm 19." I replied. She nodded. "And where are your parents?" she asked. "Oh uhhh, my parents are-" "They're in Holmes Chapel." Zayn finished my sentence. I gave Zayn a thankful look. "Okay." she said, getting up "Zayn, can you come help me in the kitchen?" she said. Zayn looked at me. I nodded at him and then he looked at his mum. "Okay." he said.

Zayn's P.O.V

I followed my mum into the kitchen. "I don't like that boy." my mother said. "What? Why?" I asked. How could she not like Harry? "I just don't like him. He seems like trouble. I don't want you so date him. Get him out of my house. You know what, I want both of you out!" she yelled. "What the fuck is wrong with you?!" I shouted. "Get out of my house and never come back!" she screamed.

Harry's P.O.V

I felt the tears welling up in my eyes. I can't believe what I just heard. I ruined a relationship between a mother and a son. I hate myself. I saw Zayn storming out of the kitchen. I quickly whipped away my tears and embraced Zayn, trying to calm him down. "Come on Harry, let's get out of here." he said while grabbing my hands and pulling me outside, slamming his mother's door.