I Won't Give Up (Ziam & Zarry)

Epilogue

"Hey babe, where did you put the car keys?" Liam shouted into the back of the house. There was no answer, "Babe?!" He shouted again.

A moment later a man with a towel wrapped around his waist and a toothbrush in his hand, came from a long hallway. "We have been married for two years and you still haven't learned to stop blaming me for those damn keys going missing." He chuckled.

"Henry please, I have to go!" Liam chuckled.

"Alright, alright! Check my coat pocket." He walked over to the couch grabbing the remote control and turned on the news. 

"Oh thank god!" Liam sighed pulling the keys out of the coat. "I'm going to be late for work, I will call you at lunch?" 

"Sounds great baby." Henry smiled and their lips met.

"Love you." Liam said as he rushed for the door.

"Love you too." Henry smiled looking toward the television.

"Hey babe wait!" Henry called.

"What?"

"Isn't that one of your old band members?" He asked pointing towards the television.

"What?" Liam asked getting caught off guard by a picture of Niall Horan and a woman talking about how he had been checked into rehab earlier that day for his drinking problem.

"I have to go." Liam said barely audible and was out the door.

~

"So, same time tonight?" The young girl asked, a smirk playing on her lips as she buttoned her jeans.

"Well, I actually am going to my mums for dinner tonight..." The man spoke from the bed.

"Are you going to pick me up at the corner then?" She asked smiling.

"I was actually planning on going alone." He cleared his throat.

"Oh." The girl replied before quickly pulling her shirt over her head and rushing over to where her jacket and phone laid. He got up and followed behind her.

"No... It's not that-" He tried to redeem himself, but she pulled on her shoes and headed for the door, "Sam wait-" He was cut off by a door slamming in his face.

He let out a big sigh and let the back of his head rest against the wall while he looked toward the ceiling. His eyes slowly closed before he cleared his throat moving to the kitchen. He was about to reach for the fridge when his phone began ringing in his bedroom. He ran and answered it before the caller hung up.

"Hello?" He spoke.

"Harry?" The woman at the other end asked.

"Yes mum?" He replied.

"I just wanted to know if you would like me to pick you up for dinner or if you will be driving yourself." 

"I will drive myself over mum." He chuckled.

"Well-" She began to defend herself.

"Well nothing! I am twenty-six years old, I can drive myself over to your house!" He continued chuckling.

"Alright, alright. Just make sure you are here by five-thirty okay?" 

"Yes mum, I will." He replied smiling.

"Love you honey."

"Love you too." And with that they hung up.

He sighed and walked over to the window looking out upon the quiet town and decided it was a nice day and that he wanted to spend it walking wherever the wind took him. As he walked toward the bathroom his stomach growled and he decided the wind would first take him to his favorite cafe.