I can't live without you (zarry)

Chapter 3

Zayn is watching football when he hears the doorbell ring.


He opens the door to see a man in gray suit, with an intimidating look, standing at the doorway. Behind the man, there are about six men who are in suits too, but their suits are black. Zayn suddenly recognizes the man standing right behind gray suit, he was the strange man who bumped into him at the movie theatre last week.


"Who are you?" Zayn frowns.


"I'm your father." The man in gray suit says.


W-What the fuck? Are they filming "Star Wars" or what? Is it bad that Zayn wants to laugh?


"W-what?" Zayn laughs "Are you filming a movie or what?"


"Are you Zayn Javadd Malik?" The man asks.


"Yes."


"Well, I'm your father Yaser Malik." The man says, still with a poker face.


The fuck?


"Y-You are my father?" Zayn is shocked. What the heck? He has a father? Wait, of course he has a father, duh.


"Zayn, who is it?" Harry rubs his eyes and yawns, walking towards Zayn still in his nightie since he just woke up from his nap.


"He says he's my father." Zayn says in an emotionless tone, pointing at the man in front of him.


Eyes widened in shock, Harry looks at the man Zayn is pointing.

"Oh my Gosh!!!" Harry squeals, "He's your father?"


Zayn flinches at the squeal but nods his head nonetheless.


Harry's eyes rests upon the man who has the same hazel eyes as Zayn, slightly graying hair and built up body. His eyes go back and forth between the man and Zayn. Then he squeals again, "Oh my Gosh!!!"


"Hi, I'm Harry. I'm the man who raised Zayn." Harry regains his composure, smiles showing his dimpled cheeks, and shakes the man's hand.


That's when Zayn notices that his baby is still in a nightie. He frowns, looking behind the man to see if anyone is checking his baby out. He is definitely going to kill whoever looks at his baby's body.


"Come on in, I will make you some tea. You and Zayn can talk in the living room."


Harry turns around wanting to lead the way but gets stopped by Zayn, who now has his arm wrapped around Harry's waist.


"Babe, go and change into something comfortable first and then make us tea, yeah?" Zayn whispers to his ear.


Harry looks down, finding himself in a nightie. He nods his head blushing, and quickly runs to their bedroom.


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"Possessive huh?" Yaser asks, sitting on the sofa in their living room.


"Can't help it." Zayn shrugs, sitting opposite Yaser.


Yaser lights up a cigar, and takes a drag.

"Want one, son?"


"Why not." Zayn has never smoked cigar, but why not try one when he has the chance? So he takes a cigar from Yaser.


"This is your uncle, Taser." Yaser gestures at the man who Zayn bumped into that day.


"Nice to meet you again, nephew." Taser smiles.


Zayn raises his brow.


"Well, what do you want? Get straight to the point." Zayn looks at Yaser. He knows that those men aren't here just to bond with him.


"Well, I want you to come back to your family and join the family business." His father says blowing out smoke.


"What business?"


"We're mafia. What else did you expect, son? If you don't come back, well, I can't guarantee Harry and your safety. Our family has a lot of enemies here. They will find out that you are my son, sooner or later." Yaser looks at Zayn seriously.


Zayn bites his lips. Fuck! That's fucked up! He is just a normal college student, he can't lead a mafia! He doesn't want to do some illegal shit and become a criminal, but then again, he can't risk his baby's safety. Harry is more important than anything else in his life.


"Well, son, there is a family meeting in three days. Come if you want to be a real Malik. Make your decision. This is the address. We start at 8 pm."


Yaser puts a piece of paper on the table, and leaves the house with his men.


Zayn stares at the table in a daze.

"Where's your father?" Harry is holding a tray with cups of tea and some snacks, he is dressed in his usual clothes now, black skin tight jeans and floral blouse.


"What happened?" Harry puts the tray on the table, looking at Zayn with concern.


"Babe, come here. Let me cuddle with you." Zayn pats his thigh, gesturing Harry to sit on his lap.


Harry obeys.  Putting his hands around Zayn's neck, he plays with his hair. He knows better than to annoy Zayn with questions when he is distracted.


He kisses Zayn's jaw and rests his head on his shoulder. Zayn hums, satisfied and kisses Harry's temple.


"I love you babe." Zayn whispers.


"I love you too."

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