I can't live without you (zarry)

Chapter 17

"Harry! Harry, wait!"


Zayn pushes Justin off him as Harry runs out of the room. He's rushing to the bedroom door, when he hears the front door shut.


Fuck!


He quickly pulls on his pants and t-shirt to run after his baby but Justin tries to stop him by putting his hands around his waist, hugging him from behind. "Zayn..."


Zayn immediately pushes him, making him fall on the floor.


"Don't fucking touch me, you son of a bitch!" Zayn yells, his voice filled with anger. "If you touch me again, I'll fucking break your hands. GET OUT OF MY HOUSE NOW!!!"


Shuddering from Zayn's furious voice, Justin grabs his clothes hurriedly and runs out of the house.


Wasting no time, Zayn takes his car out of the garage as he dials Harry's number, but it goes to voice mail.


He drives all around the neighborhood, but can't find Harry. Where did he go? He couldn't have gone too far since he didn't take the car and he doesn't have friends here.


Three hours later.


Getting frustrated, Zayn stops his car in an unfamiliar neighborhood. Fuck! Where is Harry? Maybe, just maybe, he went home already. He doesn't have a place to stay, after all.


Right. He immediately speeds up to their house.


"Please be home, please be home, please, please, please..." Zayn chants under his breath the whole way back.


"Harry? Babe? Are you here?" He yells as soon as he reaches home but no response. There's no one but him. It's empty.


He sits on the bed. He's getting fidgety, and he's tugging his hair. He dials Harry's number again and again, but every time it goes straight to voice mail.


Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck!


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It's been four days, but he still hasn't heard anything from Harry. He has sent all his men to find Harry, the idiots still can't find him. He even called the police. Yes, you heard him, he called the police even though he's a mafia. Ironic isn't it? But he doesn't give two shits, he is just worried for Harry's safety.


He just wants to know if his baby is okay, and where he has been staying for the past four days. Is he still crying over what he thought he saw that day? Is he okay at night without Zayn spooning him and kissing him good night? Is he sleeping well? Is he eating well? Does someone bring him a glass of water in the morning because his throat doesn't feel well when he wakes up? He desperately wants to know where Harry is and how's he doing.


"B-Boss, w-we haven't found him yet." The man gulps, his boss has been grumpy ever since his lover went missing. They are all scared that their boss will lash out at them, and he has to tell his boss the bad news. He is scared as fuck, but he has to...


"You useless son of a bitch!" Zayn yells, throwing all the things on his desk to the floor. "Go! Continue searching until you find him!"


"Y-Yes." The man quickly disappears from the office.


Zayn kicks his chair in anger.


He is angry at his men for not finding his baby.


He is angry at himself for being useless.


He is angry at himself for letting all of this happen in the first place.


And he is mostly angry at himself for making his baby cry.


He still remembers that day vividly, Harry's heartbroken look and the tears streaming down his face. Remembering the tears in his baby's eyes makes him want to punch himself again and again.


He wants to take it all back, he wants to wipe those tears away. He'd do anything for Harry, as long as he's happy again. If he could turn back the time, he'd never accept Justin's offer to smoke the joint and drink. Or better yet, he'd go back to the day Harry and him were having dinner, and he'd tell Liam and Niall to come to their house, just like Harry wanted, instead of meeting them at the bar.


And he would put a tracker on Harry's phone.


"Fuck! Why didn't I put a tracker on his phone? Why am I so fucking stupid?" He shouts at himself, punching a hole in his desk.

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