Cruel {Zarry}

48

11 Months later

It was a cold December night. The night that Yaser Malik's ever so famous December Party was being held.

"How do I look?" Zayn turned around and showed Liam his outfit. "Should I lose the tie?"

Liam placed the folden red handkerchief in Zayn's black suit. "You look fucking sexy."

"You are just saying that to make me feel better." Zayn turned back around to face the full size mirror. "I don't know why today, out of all days, my hair decides to act up. Like I literally grew you myself and this is how you repay me? I can't afford to have a bad hairday today."

Tricia walked in. "How is everything going?"

"He's nervously rambling again." Liam rolled his eyes. "Maybe you can talk to him."

Tricia stood behind Zayn. She looked at his reflection in the mirror. "My Lord, Zayn! You look so good." She grabbed his arm and made him turn around. "I can't believe a year ago, I literally had to drag you with me to your father's December Party, and look at you know." She started to tear up a bit. "Time flies."

"Mom. Don't get too emotional on me now. You know, If you cry then I'll cry." Zayn took her hands in his.

"I'm sorry baby. You grew up way to fast." She kissed his head. "But into a very handsome young man."

"Now hurry up! We can't be late to our own party." She flicked a tear away and looked in the mirror. "I'm good to go."

"When is Harry arriving again?" Liam asked.

"Euhm..." Zayn looked at his watch. "In about 10 minutes."

"He'll meet us there, right?" Tricia asked.

Zayn nodded his head while searching all his pockets. "Shit! Where is it?!"

............

"Good evening everyone and thank you for coming to our annual December Party. We have this party every year, yet today's going to be a bit different. As you know my son, Zayn Malik,  has graduated two years ago and since that day I have been preparing him for this day. The day I hand my son the great Malik's Company. So son, please come up here." Yaser spoke into the microphone.

Zayn swallowed hard. He hated to speak in front of public. "Go babe." Harry squeezed his hand.
Surprisingly it worked, because Zayn walked towards the stage.

Zayn awkwardly hugged his father. "Now I have come to understand that you prepared some words for us."

Zayn nodded his head and his dad handed him the microphone. Zayn looked in the crowd and searched for Harry. He smiled once Harry blew him a kiss.

Zayn coughed before speaking. He breathed in and out, he was really going to do this.
"Uhm.. hello everyone. I just want to thank you all for coming and celebrating this big event with us. I also like to take this opportunity to thank my father, Mister Yaser Malik. Without you dad, this company wouldn't be at it highest. All the succes we owe to you. Your amazing business skills and great leadership. If I only have the half of your qualities in me then without a doubt I'll consider myself lucky. Over the years, you have not only been a great role model but also an inspiration to not just me, but I think to everyone here tonight. And I promise to keep the business at its level and I hope to never let you down."

Yaser hugged him again. "Thank you, son."
Everyone started clapping and cheering. Tricia and Liam both looked so proud. But there was one person who looked the most happiest, it was Harry. He wiped away a tear.

Zayn smiled. "But I'm not done yet. Since I'll be running the Malik's Company from now, it will be a whole new start for me and the company. A world that I have to adjust in, but I know I'll be fine. You know why? Because exactly one year ago, I was met with the most beautiful green eyes I had ever seen, in this exact same place." Harry's eyes widend but Zayn continued. "Me, being the prince charming I am, had him interested in no time-"YOU THREW UP ON HIM!"
"Ahum, thanks Liam for your contribution. As I was saying, I'm going to be just fine because I have him on my side.  He has been nothing but supportive of me and stands by me in every step of my life, so I would like to take this opportunity to call him on stage."

Harry's shook his head once the spotlight shined on him. Where was Zayn going with this? Liam pushed him towards the stage. Zayn held out his hand and helped Harry walk further. "Since I'm going to start something new, I need you with me, to help me. To guide me back when I back down." He was still holding on Harry's hand. "We have been through a lot and I guess it's safe to say we survived everything. You are my bestfriend, my lover, my cheerleader, my motivation, my rock. But now," Zayn got down on one knee, "But now I want you to be my husband too." He took out the black velvet box. "Will you please marry me, Harry Edward Styles? Will you please do me the honour of being able to call you mine?" He opened the box and looked up at Harry.

Everyone in the room was holding their breath.

He nodded his head unable to speak. His face was covered in tears.

"Yes! God yes! Yes I will."

Zayn glided the ring on his finger before standing up. Harry jumped right on him. They kissed and Zayn carried him off the stage to the cheering and whistling crowd. His parents and Liam immediately hugged them.

"I'm so happy for you guys!" Tricia cried. Yaser patted Zayn's shoulder, "I'm proud of you, son."

Zayn put Harry back on his feet. "Are you happy?"

"Of course I am."

"Are you sure?" Zayn asked again.

"Are you sure you want to marry me?" Harry playfully asked back.

Zayn kissed him. "I have never been more sure about anything in my life."