Cruel {Zarry}

39

"Where the hell did that boy go?" Robin walked into the livingroom, making Anne look up in fear.

"Harry hasn't been home for weeks and it's now that you're noticing?" She dared to ask.

"Well where the hell did he ran off to then?"

"He has been sleeping over at Zayn's. He's getting closer to the Malik's. You know, like you orderd him to." She looked him up in disgust. She wasn't exactly telling the truth.

The day Harry returned from the resort, he told Anne that he really started to love Zayn. And that he wasn't going through with Robin's plan. In fact he wanted to tell Robin this all in person. He didn't cared about the consequences, he didn't cared about the pain. He finally was happy and he wouldn't let his father come in between his first love and him. He wanted to be free. He wanted to run away, move in with Zayn. Of course Anne did all in her power to talk him out of it. Don't get her wrong, she wasn't exactly thrilled at the idea of killing someone either. But she knew that Robin wouldn't understand. Call it her mommabear instinct or her selfishness but she wasn't going to let her own child get hurt even if that meant that someone else's will. So she told Harry to stay a couple of days with The Malik's and promised in the meantime to try and talk to Robin.

"The faggot got brains, what do you know." Robin said after Anne told him where Harry was. "Maybe he isn't as useless as I thought?"

"Stop calling your son that." Anne raised her voice. "He's doing what you wanted, right? Can you at least show some respect to your son."

"I will, once he becomes the CEO of the Malik's Company." Robin laughed. "We need to make our next move. Call him back."

Anne called Harry and told him to come over.

After some time Harry walked in. He had the biggest smile on his face. The last couple of weeks made him a happier person. He thought his mother actually talked to Robin about him and Zayn. So imagine his surprise when Robin patted his shoulder. "Good move on getting an inside view on the Malik's. Smart move."

Harry gave his mother a confused look. Anne flasht back an apologetic smile. It was then that Harry knew that his mother failed. Little did he know, she never tried.

Harry took his father's hand off his shoulder.  Robin hadn't expected anything else from his son, so he continued talking. "Did you already told each other your I-love-you's?"

Harry nodded his head.

"So the fool loves you too then?" Robin asked once again to be sure.

"He isn't a fool." Harry defended Zayn.

"If he fell for your act then yes he is."

"It wasn't an act." Harry argued.

"Fine. Either way, I don't care." Robin took a piece of paper out of his pocket. "The real question is, does he loves you enough to be willing to marry you?"

That was it. How can his father still think that Harry was going through with their plan.

"Didn't you hear what I just said. It wasn't an act. I love him. Truly and deeply. And I will not let anybody come in between that. So fuck you and your little plan. I am never going to let you succeed let alone help you. I'm going to live with them. And I swear to God, if you ever try to hurt Zayn or one of his family members I'll call the police on you and make your embarrasing bankrupt story public. See how you like that."

Harry turned to walk away. He felt like a huge weight left his shoulders. Robin dumbfounded blinked a couples of times before realising what just happened.

"Oh and mom." Harry turned to face Anne. "You're going with me. I'll not let you live alone with that monster. Even Gemma moved out."

Anne was going to decline but before she could say anything she heard a loud noice. In a blink of eye, her son was laying on the floor. Her husband was sitting on top of Harry's chest, choking him with both hands. "How dare you disrespect me like that!" He squeezed harder. "You fucking Faggot! Here I was thinking you finally were useful. Pussy got his heart stolen and now he gets the balls to stand up for himself. Let me remind you want you're worth."

ROBIN! Robin! Please stop!" Anne tried pushing him off her son. She pushed and pulled but couldn't get any movement. Soon she stopped trying. Once she saw Harry unconsciously laying underneath her husband.

"HARRRRY!" She yelled. The tears running down her face. She felt nauseous. Falling down her knees she broke down.

"Stop crying. He ain't dead." Robin stood up. "Yet." He added.

"YOU ARE A FUCKING MONSTER! WHO DOES THAT TO THEIR OWN SON?!!" Anne slapped him.

Robin took her hand and kissed it. "The man who is about to get rich again."

He lifted Harry's unconscious body up and brought it to Harry's bedroom. After he tied Harry's hand and feet to his bed. He left to warn Anne. "I'm going out. I need to handle some things. If you dare to untie his hands, I swear I will not stop until he's dead."

Anne waited until Robin was gone. She quickly felt the side of Harry's neck. Luckily there still was a weak heartbeat. She kissed his forehead. "I am so sorry baby."

Anne closed the door and went downstairs. Acting her best as if nothing happened. It was clear now. They had to succeed their plan. For the sake of Harry's health.

In the meantime Zayn kept waiting for Harry at home.

"Did he say when he was coming back?" Liam asked when he saw the worried look on Zayn's face.

Zayn shook his head. "No, he only said that his mother called him home for something."

"Do you think to maybe discuss their plan?"

Before Zayn could answer,  one of the maids told them that Mister Robin Styles was standing in their living room.