Mind Full of Paper ♔ zarry stylik

10

Zain got up and thought of how Harry was doing.

The boy was a mess. He was asleep but the tears left their mark on Harry's face. His hair was messy and his face was wet from all that crying.

"Poor boy...never speaks of what's going on." Zain mumbled.

The boxer went to the room next door to see how his mother was doing, whom had woken up.

"Darling,have you realized that Harry doesn't eat...at all?" Finally she got a clue. Zain picked up the tray of leftovers and placed it on his mother's lap,"he does eat...don't worry about it." Zain lied to his mother and his mother knew it.

"He's going to die if he keeps this up. Zain," she looked at Zain closely,"why is he living with us? Where's his family, Zain?" She questioned her son. "He lived in a slum for crying out loud, Zain!" She yelled,"you don't treat him the way he needs to be treated! He's hiding things Zain. Don't think I'm stupid. The boy has no family. Zain, listen to me. The boy is going to die of hunger or even from other health issues such as mental illness. If you can't take care of him, then let him go. If you do decide to take care of him, then it proves to me how responsible you really are. He's a poor boy. Zain, stop acting like you don't care. If you do care, then quit trying to hide the feeling. I'm trying to treat the boy as if he's your brother, but it's not enough. I'm barely awake to see him. When I am awake, he's asleep. It's bad that he's sleeping constantly. He's becoming sick. The mother coughed a couple of times when she rose her voice, but it went soft at the end.

"I know, but he doesn't dare to eat. His throat doesn't let him swallow it, he throws it up." Zain said as he watched his mother eat. She gestured him to eat as well and he did.

"Someone probably forbid him from eating. He's poor too, he hasn't eaten in so long that his body is shutting down. Zain, you have to try and feed him." Trisha said as she ate.

"He's been crying though. Don't think he's eat today."

"Sonshine, you have to show him affection, show him you care."

"Ma, I know. I think he's a fag though...and if he is...and if he gets fond of me, won't it be a criminal act?"

"My! Zain Javaad Malik," Trisha raised her voice once again,"Lord, don't you ever, I mean EVER call someone that nasty cruel word, don't you dare use it. If the boy was trying to get you, he would be flattering you. Boy, answer me this, is he flattering you?" The mother became stern.

"No Ma." Zain answered.

"Exactly. He's not looking for any intentions. The boy never had a friend! He's clueless of what intentions even are...does he know the word?"

"The word homo? I told him that it's the people who go to Hell. He doesn't really know the whole meaning."

"My! Oh my! Just because your father said it, doesn't make it true. Lord is the most forgiving. It's forbidden in all religions, but who are we to know who gets Heaven or Hell? Oh Lord, who are we to know what occurs when we die without even dying? Don't let faith divide you, Zain. Love is love, okay? Do you hear me clearly? I don't want you ever using those crucial words unless you're homophobic. If you are, I don't need a homophobic son. What does it mean when they say "all men should be treated equally" ? Gay men are not men? This nation is divided, Zain. It's been divided since the beginning. Where are the red skins now? Don't ever speak the way your father does. That's why I left the man."

Trisha had always wanted to be the first female President, but men like Zain's father let her down, telling her that a woman could never lead.

Zain nodded,"I'm sorry," He watched her carefully,"you're my President, Ma."

The mother smiled and placed her warm palm on her son's cheek,"go try to feed Harry. Wake him up."

Zain nodded again, bring a bowl of hot soup into his room for Harry. He placed the soup aside, observing Harry's face. Zain was really bad at using his words and he ends up making everything awkward. "Harry," He whispered, wiping the tear stains from the boy's cheeks.

"Hm?" Harry's tired and husky voice cracked. He fluttered his eyes open, looking at the man in front of him.

"Poor baby...please eat. Come on, I'll eat with you." Zain tilted Harry's chin up, staring into those deep emerald pools,"for me." Zain pressed his lips against the boy's neck, planting a soft kiss. Harry smiled.

The boy took the bowl of soup in his hands, staring at it. His lips formed into a frown.

"Baby, open your mouth." Zain took a spoon full of the soup, holding it up to Harry's lips. The boy stared at Zain for a while. His cheeks began to heat up from how God-like Zain's features were. He obeyed and swallowed the liquid food down his throat. Zain smiled. They both ate and Harry slightly began to feel better.

"Mum was right. He does respond to affection." Zain said to himself.

"I haven't eaten in 37 days. Thank you Mr.Malik, for breaking that." Harry patted his stomach. Zain watched him. He had nothing to say. Instead, he pressed his nose on the back of Harry's neck and said,"Pretty baby, don't ever do that to yourself."

Harry looked down at his lap and whispered,"Mr.Malik, I want to go somewhere. I don't like being home all day."

"You wanna go for a swim?" Zain suggested.

"Swim...? Sure!" Harry simply answered.

(To those whom are reading this story: I love you, I love you, I love you!)