Two Months (Zarry Stalik)

Let me be your last breath

It didn't take a genius to see that zayn's strength was decreasing by the day. No matter how

Much harry wanted to believe his husband was okay, he could see he wasn't. He could see

How breathless Zayn was when the walked around a park in Venice, Italy. He noticed Zayn

drag his feet slightly in Paris. He remembered how badly he was shaking in Moscow. All these

Added up more and more....Harry knew...he knew the time was coming...he knew it..he just

didn't accept it. Soon all their little trips were coming to a stop when both of them knew Zayn's

body couldn't take it anymore.

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"Harry?" A voice, so soft that harry thought it was a little old lady before he realized it was his

lover's, called out. "Yes, Zayn?" "I don't feel well..." Harry stared at the black haired male,

well...the black hair he had remaining, "i know love..." Was all harry could respond with...he

chocked back a sob of pain and sorrow when his husband hacked and coughed up a little

blood. "Harry..." Zayn's voice was now weaker. "Yes?" The curly haired man answered his

love. "Promise me something." "Yes, of course, what is it?" Zayn's face turned and his hazel

eyes locked with harry's green ones. "Promise me....you'll live." A broken silence filled the air

as harry took hold of his husband's hamdand&slowly kissed him. "I promise." Harry whispered

shakily, words lost in the dark room as Zayn's eyes closed. "I promise..."