Forget Me Not (Zayn/Harry; Mpreg AU)

11 - His letters

Harry,

How are you, my jewel? I hope you're well. Today, I've decided to start writing to you even with the knowledge that these letters will never find their way to you. I know it seems rather pointless, but somehow, I believe that through this action, I will help myself cope with the sudden turn of events.

I went to see you today. However, you were gone and I couldn't pretend that the pain that I felt was nothing because it wasn't. It was excruciating, crippling, maddening. I was close to tears by the time I got to my bedroom.

Where in the world are you?

Alright, so. For the sake of my sanity, I must ask. Harry, would you think of me as mad if I tell you how much my heart yearns for you? How much these eyes of mine search through a sea of faces looking for yours? We hardly know each other yet I feel as though half of me is missing along with you. Why is that?

God, I sound so hopeless when I'm far from it. I'll look for you, even in the corners of the Earth if I have to. What happened today is a mere hurdle that I will overcome. Just like how I have conquered my metaphorical shackles and got my freedom back when I broke up with my arranged fiancée. It was exhilarating!

Anyway...I'll find you and when I do, I'll never let you go.

Zayn

Harry's hands are trembling. He has just read the first letter that Zayn has written for him during the year that they were apart and it's enough to summon a horde of butterflies to flutter happily in his stomach.

He is home now, quietly sitting on his couch with the box, which Zayn has given him earlier, perched on his lap. As he has promised, Harry has opened the little treasure box only inside the safety of his flat. He is pleasantly surprised to find a small mountain of handwritten letters and notes, which are ranging from pieces of papers with romantic one liners to the two pages long confessions, all by Zayn himself and addressed to Harry.

Excited to find more, Harry pulls another piece of paper, this time a small note.

If kisses were stars, I'd give you the sky.

Harry blushes at that, biting his bottom lip to keep from smiling like a nutter. He finds another letter, a fairly short one, and reads it.

Harry,

There are certain people who come into your life, and leave a mark...Their place in your heart is tender; a bruise of longing, a pulse of unfinished business. Just hearing their names pushes and pulls at you in a hundred ways, and when you try to define those hundred ways, describe them even to yourself, words are useless.

You're that person to me, you know.

Zayn

"Oh god," Harry groans. He clutches the box against his chest, squeezing his eyes shut. There is a noticeable flush to his cheeks, the smile on his lips wide. "I can live up to a hundred with these alone."

The letter that he picks up next looks recent and when he reads it, he gets that confirmation.

Harry,

My precious emerald. My jewel. I finally found you again. Who knew a little mishap with a dog will lead me back to you? I am eternally grateful to the dachshund for disrupting my boring daily routine. It is because of him that I was able to gaze into your eyes again. Oh, what a feeling it is, to be lost in your gaze.

I've missed you a whole lot. Honestly, I've been living with a "Harry Styles-shaped hole" in my heart for a year now. It was terrible, I tell you. I ran around feeling incomplete.

But! All of that is over now. You agreed to go on a date with me! I'm over the moon. I thank my lucky stars for this opportunity and I plan to use it wisely; you'll be mine and I'll be yours.

Soon.

Zayn

PS. You calm my mind and set my heart on fire. You're that beautiful combination.