Mind of ZAYN ✔️ Zarry

ch. 8 ✏

"Thank you for picking me up, Ni. I just need somebody to talk to. I can't even think straight." Harry taps his fingers on the car window that very early morning.

"You're not even straight." Niall shrugs as he turns another block.

"What the hell, Niall?!" Harry groaned at him and Niall just laughed his ass out. He furrowed. Earlier, Harry got a message from Niall saying that he'll pick him and go somewhere after Harry got home from LA. He wasn't busy at all so he just said yes. Plus, he promised Niall some Nandos.

He doesn't know where they're going. He didn't mind asking. After all, he really owes him a lot. They spent their lives going solo. They talked about everything that had happened. They talked about the songs they wrote. They talked about Harry's shows. How it all went. They talked about how fast the night changes. How fame changed them. How the fans overwhelmed them. How Liam and Louis are fathers now. And how Niall being an uncle to Theo.

"Do you think Bear, Freddie, and Theo could start a band?" Niall joked as he slammed the steering wheel. "Why so fast? They should audition first and try not to make their best as a soloist for them to put in a group." Harry rides in chuckling.

"And what do you think for their band name?" Niall giggled.

"Hm. I think 1D Junior fits well on them." Harry laughed at his joke. Niall shook his head.

"Okay, enough. That was weird. It's better to listen on radio than hearing your so-called jokes." He said laughing.

"Why are you so mean?" Harry pretended to punch Niall.

Niall turned on the radio and soon laughed again when they heard the song playing.

I don't wanna live forever
'Cause I know I'll be livin' in vain

And I don't wanna fit wherever
I just wanna keep callin' your name

Until you come back home
I just wanna keep callin' your name

Until you come back home
I just wanna keep callin' your name

Until you come back home

I Don't Wanna Live Forever by Zayn and Taylor Swift is playing on. Niall laughed at Harry's face like he was about to throw up.

"Niall! You really pissing me off." He complains.

"What? I didn't do that on purpose! I just turned on the radio." He defended still laughing. "Okay, let me ask a question. Who is it the most pissing you off? Is it Tay or is it Zayn? Both are your exes. Well, the latter, is a real ex." He teased. Harry punched him in the arm. "Hey! I'm driving!" Niall laughed. Harry couldn't say a word. He just shook his head.

They stopped in front of a house. Niall's house. Harry raised an eyebrow. "I thought we will go Nandos? Why are we here?" He asked as they both got out of the car. "Lads are here since last night. They slept over." Niall answered. Harry was about to say something when Niall puts a finger on his mouth.

"Don't ever say I didn't invite you. You rejected it. Remember?" Niall said before opening the door for them. Harry couldn't answer. As they enter the house, Liam and Louis greeted them. Liam is sipping a coffee while watching TV and Louis is currently opening a bag of chips on the kitchen counter. This kind of scene is what Harry misses so much. He used to wake up every day witnessing this kind of stuff. Simple but, yes. Harry is a sentimental guy.

"Yo! Harold! Come in here!" Louis shouted. Liam waved as well. He bro fists Liam then reached Louis picking a piece of chip. "What yo geysh doinher?" He asked as he chewed the chips.

"First of all, we are not gays. We're fucking straight." Louis commented and rolled his eyes. Liam and Niall laughed.

"All of you really love to piss me off, huh?" Harry again shook his head. Ever since that late Christmas dinner at Liam's house, the boys never stopped teasing him. More like, getting the shit out of him.

"I'll just use the toilet." Harry excused himself.

"Upstairs. To the right." Niall instructed. Louis grinned as he joined Liam and Niall watching Harry go upstairs.

Liam shook his head. "Poor Harry, he doesn't even know." The three laughed as they sit on the couch and watch TV.

Harry washed his face and stared at the mirror. He thought he could just have a nice morning to start his day great, but now he has to deal with those dorks downstairs. He sighed. He didn't get peace of mind since that night his eyes met Zayn. His heart was pounding again. Just the thought of him drives him crazy. What more if he's actually seeing him right now? He shook his head. He fixed himself before going out.

As he got out of the comfort room, his eyes slid on an open bedroom door. He doesn't know but he's walking towards the door now and opening it wider for clearer access to the creature sleeping. His heart skipped a beat.

He's now watching Zayn sleeping peacefully. Such a sleepyhead. He really sleeps a lot. And that never changed. He smiled at the thought. At least something never changed on Zayn, the Zayn he used to love for four years. He reaches for him. He knelt to level himself on Zayn's face. He studied him. From his hair, his eyebrows, his nose, his cheekbones, his jawline to his lips. He gulped. He chewed his lower lip. He wanted to cry right now. He can't stand this. He sees Zayn, but cannot hold him. How long has it been after that last night? All his hardworks moving on, for building the walls, on trying to forget him, or even acting like Zayn never existed, failed. Right now, he wanted to just hug him. To hold him tight. To not let go of him. To kiss him. To make him feel the love that never falls out. A tear already escapes from his eye. He can't stand this. They are in the same place, breathing the same air, but he feels like he's so far away. He wanted to talk to him. To say sorry. That he's now ready to listen. But, it's too late. Everything has changed.

He stood up. Wiping his tears and turning around. He was about to exit the door when he hears him.

"Haz?"

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