Cruel {Zarry}

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Through Robin's connections he was able to register Harry and Zayn's marriage certificate quicker than it normally would have taken. The forms where Zayn 'unknowingly' agreed to hand over his business if something were to happen to him, also known as his business tastament was legalized too. Everything on the same day, to be exact. Little did Robin know that within 24 hours the ink of the pen will disappear, making both documents illegal.

Almost everthing was going smoothly, at least that's what Robin was convinced to think. There was just one thing left to do; kill the boy.
But there was one tiny little problem. Even if they did killed Zayn, the company still wouldn't be Harry's. Because Yaser hadn't retired yet, meaning that he still was the proud owner of the Malik's Company. Making slighty last minute changes in the plan, Robin came to conclusion that in order for him to get his hands on the Company, he needed to kill Yaser, Tricia and Zayn. He researed it all out, if Yaser dies now, the company will be given to his lawfully wedded wife, Tricia Malik. And in case both husband and wife dies, the company along with the other properties of the Malik's will be under the name of Zayn Malik, since he's legally old enough. Luckily Robin hadn't a heart or the humanity in him to sympathize with even the thought of killing a whole family. I say luckily because every other sane person would get sick at the idea of doing that to another human being, let alone to three human beings. Another person wouldn't get his own family involved with it, they wouldn't force their family to do so. But luckily Robin, for his own sake, was different.

So there he was, calling one of his "men" for a gun. He didn't even cared about how supspicous it looked, Harry marrying Zayn and some days later Zayn and his parents die. Oh no, Robin didn't care. He had 'suffered' long enough, he used to be a man on the top, he hit rock bottom and stayed down long enough. And if anything, he could always frame Harry for the murder. That would be believable since now days people marry people for their money. He just needed to warn Anne or more like 'threatend' her. And once everything is all calmed down, he could use the money to bail Harry out. Or pay the best laywer to represent his son's case, that way it at least looked like he tried. Quiet Frankly, he couldn't care less about what happend to the good for nothing faggot.

Robin got his gun and drove home. He told Anne his plan and slapped her a couple times when she tried to talk some sense into him.

"Is the boy awake yet?" Robin asked. "I AM ASKING YOU SOMETHING!" He yelled when Anne ignored his first question.

She shrugged her shoulders and avoided eye contact. Robin mumbled some curse words to himself and made his way towards the kitchen to grab a glass of water and headed to Harry's room. He splashed the water on Harry.

"Where is your phone?" Robin asked.

Harry gasped for air a couple of times before realizing what was happening. This wasn't a bad dream, this was actual life. He tried moving his arms but couldn't, he tried using his voice, but he seemed stoned. Soon he found out the reason why he couldn't move, in the corner of his eyes he could see a robe tied to his hand. He quickly looked at his other hand, He was tied up to his bed. But why couldn't he talk?

"Where is your PHONE?!" Robin raised his voice this time.

Harry swallowed. His throat felt dry and sour. He wished he could lick some of the water that his father had splashed on him. How was he going to ask for water when his voice was numb and his hands were tied? He never felt so  helpless in his life.

Then it hit him. He nodded over to the glass that Robin still was holding. He purposely swallowed hard afterwards and sticked his tongue out. Begging for water.

Robin rolled his eyes. He was going to decline it but he needed that phone. So he gave Harry the restained water that was still in the glass.

Harry coughed. "My- my pants. The phone is in my pants."

Robin grabbed the phone in Harry's pocket and told Harry what he had to do. "You're going to call that idiot and tell him to meet you at the parking lot of the St. Maria Hospital. Tell him you have been disgarged. If he asks about your surgery, tell him that you want to talk in private about that."

He untied one of Harry's hand so he could unlock his phone and make the phone call.

"I will do no such thing." Harry quickly tried to untie his other hand with his free one.

Robin stopped his hand. "I am not asking you. I am ordering you. If you want to stay alive then you do as I say."

"Then kill me."

Robin took out his gun. "I don't need you anymore anyway. In fact I'll be doing the world a huge favor, one nasty faggot less."

Harry's eyes widened when he saw the gun. Then it clicked why his father wanted to meet up with Zayn. He wanted to kill him.

"A-are you g-going to kill him?" Harry was on the edge of crying now.

Robin chuckeld. "Papers are all legalized. Congratz you're married man. Is this how you pictured your honeymoon?"

Harry was confused. "How?"

Robin sighed. "Had the papers ready, got over to Zayn's house. Told him a sad crappy story about how you were dying and needed surgery but they needed his signature since you changed your emergency contact, blabla idiot believed it, signed it. Along with the testament. I faked your signature and got them registered."

Harry's mouth fell open. "But getting them registered will take upon days."

"I still have some contacts there. People who owned me favors."

"Still, in order to be married, both parties and their witnesses need to be attending."

"No one is talking about a white weddingdress in a church kinda wedding." Robin snapped. "You are married on paper, for business purposses only."

He pushed the phone in Harry's face again. "Now call."