Fame

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Harry had been looking at the cards for hours. Zayn's face looked so different since he last saw him. Bearded, short hair, he looked like, well like a man.

And Harry, Harry has thought so many times in his many days of thinking that he would be alone forever. But that has now changed he had something boiling up inside of him, something called hope.

Harry smiled and swore to himself that in the morning, when he's done breakfast and the wind has settled, he will pack and walk into the great Rot and Ruin to find his best mate. Mo matter what obstacles were in his way, he would find his brother and be happy again. Have one part of his heart back.

He slept on the couch, falling asleep with Zayn's zombie card in his hands. A smile rested on his lips from the thought of seeing him not in a drawing, but in person.

ZAYN MALIK

Zayn looked at Liam as he sat on the couch. They both had told their stories, Zayn was shocked to know that Liam lived with monks all his life. Surprised that he had the same thought about zombies as he did. But he didn't like the name of how he called the zombies, 'Children of Lazarus.'

It was like Liam didn't want to admit that they were in fact 'zombies.'

But Liam told him how much he hated the rules that the monk family gave him, how they thought he was a sinner. Zayn felt bad for the lad.

Zayn told Liam about his new life after First Night. Liam's frown deepened at every sad part, Leah, the man killing himself, the mother killing herself. But at the end Liam seemed to smile.

"It looks like we both have totally different lives." Liam had said and Zayn chuckled and nodded.

But, Zayn still hasn't told Liam about Harry. Just having finished a cup of tea. He thought that now as the best time. And he pulled out the zombie card of him from his pocket and set it on the table. Harry's card hidden beside him.

Liam furrowed his eyebrows in confusion and picked up the card, starring at it and reading it over. Then looking up at him.

"You famous again?" Liam asked and Zayn chuckles. "Apparently, some kids showed me it. They said I was their favorite bounty hunter... And Harry Styles." Zayn said and starred, waiting for the reaction.

Liam froze, his mouth slapped shut and his brown eyes starred into his honey eyes. Liam started to look from the card to Zayn, his breath rapidly increasing. "Wh-what did you say?" Liam asked and Zayn moved over towards Liam, sitting beside him on the couch and hugged him close. Liam sobbing into his shoulder.

"Harry's alive, Liam, Harry is alive and I have proof." Zayn said and pulled out the card, handing it to Liam.

Liam looked at the card and gaped. A small gasp leaving his lips as he smoothed out Harry's face in the drawing.

"God, just last night I was crying thinking I would never find you." Liam said, and sniffled.

Zayn smiled and a silent tear slipped from his eye. "I want to find-" but Zayn cut him off quickly.

"We're together now Liam, I was planning on finding Harry when we met, I was looking for him. Now that I have you, that's just another set of eyes. We're stronger now." Liam smiled.

"When do we leave?" Liam asked and Zayn looked up from the living room window, seeing the sun already setting. "Tomorrow morning, we leave straight away." Zayn says and Liam nods.

They both hug one last time before heading off to bed. Liam having to sleep on the couch, because of how Zayn never expected company.

And as Zayn fell asleep. Think as he always did. He thought about the future. He thought about him, Harry, and Liam walking in the great Rot and Ruin searching for their lost brothers. Zayn felt hope inside his heart that he thought had died and broke into millions of pieces. Thought that Harry was dead and never coming back. Thought that Liam, Louis, and Niall were all gone as well. Thinking he was alone in this world, never to find his best friends ever again.

But look where he is now.

Alive.

And with one of his four miracles that just happened to show up.

With Liam now, they would be able to find Harry. Find him and reunite with him. Bring him to tears as well as them. Hugging each other.

Maybe even giving Harry a piece of his heart back that they have stolen.

Zayn closed his eyes and had a dream.

A good one.

But not with rainbows and unicorns.

Not of him and his band mates touring the world.

But of his best friends, all four of them. Happy and alive out in the Rot and Ruin. No zoms. No mean men.

All of them were complete.

Everyone was OK.