Two Months (Zarry Stalik)

Let me recover

The funeral was one hour for guest, family members and friends. But for Harry, he stayed

nearly four long hours in the rain staring down miserably at zayn's grave. When his beloved

passed on, his sister notified his friends Liam , louis, and niall who all rushed to get to their

friend to show him comfort and support. The three lads all arrived to a depressing sight of a

dirty, red eyed, tear stained cheek Harry lying on his red sofa that he bought with zayn the

first day they moved in together, guzzling away at a beer. "Hey there Hazza-.." Louis started

but shut his mouth and ducked as the beer bottle Harry was drinking whizzed past his head

and hit the wall, exploding, causing liquid and glass to rain everywhere on the wall and floor

"Don't call me that! Only he could call me that!" Harry's raspy voice screeched at the poor,

startled blue eyed man on the floor, cowering. Niall and liam stood frozen in place. Too scared

to move and agitate their heart sick friend. "W-we'll see you later h-harry.." Niall was able to

croak out as liam gathered Louis off the floor and on his feet. "Go." Harry's voice went deeper

and angrier, but his friends didn't blame him...he had every right to be angry.