Mind of ZAYN ✔️ Zarry

ch. 10 ✏

"How dare he?! Really! I'm so mad right now. I mean, yes, it's two years ago! But that does mean that he needed to say to my face that he regretted us? Why? How? And since when did he regret it? After all those sweet things he said, after those promises we made, after those nights fucking each other! Just how?! F.uck this life! I really really hate him! After that "we never really talked while in the band" he said, and then this? Am I just nothing to him? Didn't I mean a lot to him before? All those I love you's! Shit! I should have known this coming, I shouldn't trust him! I shouldn't have loved him! I shouldn't have met him!" Harry growls nonstop as he slammed the car window. Eleanor and Louis just looked at each other nervously. They drove Harry home. He's been cursing Zayn all the way. He never let the couple say anything. He just shouts screams and complains about what Zayn said.

"And now, you want us back together, with him? Seriously?! How could I deal with that asshole? How could I work with him again? Tell me! Just f.ucking tell me, Louis!" He exclaimed. His chest pounding because of the anger he is feeling right now. Louis' mouth is about to open to say something when Harry speaks again.

"I can't imagine doing the work with him again! How can people love that asshole? If they only knew! He's just good-looking! Other than that, he's just nothing to me now, but a piece of shit!" He exclaimed again. Louis sighed. Eleanor rubbed the back of Louis's hands to calm him down.

"As long as I want to punch him right in the face, Harold, I can't. Besides, it's something personal between you two. Please, there's a reason why he said that. Remember what he did just to make you forgive him? Harold, Zayn isn't just the one to blame, love. Just look at both sides. I know you're just mad now. Because you have the right to. But, I'm sure, if you'll just think of it, you will understand. I'm your best friend. I'm Zayn's too. I love both of you, so I'll not choose side. It's okay if you don't want to be friends with him anymore, I understand. I just want you to realize everything that had happened." Louis explained and leaned to kiss Harry on the forehead.

"Now, you get in and take a rest. Because tomorrow we have a big day." He added. Harry didn't answer, he just sighed. Then nods. Eleanor leaned in too, to kiss Harry on the cheeks.

"You'll be okay soon, sweetie. If he does regret it, you don't deserve him. You're too good to be wasted, love." She sincerely said, smiling and squeezing Harry's hands. Harry smiles.

"Thank you. I'll see you tomorrow, Tommo." He said before going out of the car.

He waved as the car's engine started and Louis drove off. He looked up at the stars. Asking heaven why all of these happened. He got in. Change into PJs. Dropped his body on the bed. Pulling a pillow to hug. Then, all the tears he's waiting to come out fell. He's badly hurt inside. It's like someone is dragging a knife on his chest. He can't breathe. He doesn't want any of these. He admits that he still loves him and that love never fades away.

What did I do? What happened to us? Do I really deserve this shit? Did he really love me? Or I was just a playtoy? He cried and cried until he fell asleep with a broken heart.

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The next morning, Zayn wipes the dust off the bedroom's window. They all agreed that the five of them will clean up the renovated house, they don't need some people to do the house chores for them. Besides, this is one way for them to be together.

"You okay there?" Niall asked him as he handed a water bottle to him.

"Yeah, thanks." He replied. He looked around and the rest is very busy just like him. Liam is busy mopping the floor, Louis is gardening, Harry is doing the furniture, and Niall is very busy eating the pizza that just had been delivered.

His eyes back to Harry. He watches how his hands move, how he is so careful not to break something, how his forehead knots to the seriousness of what he's doing, and how his dimples showed when Harry saw how shiny the lion figurine is.

The smile I've been dying to see every day. He said to himself. Louis saw Zayn watching Harry from the outside. He shook his head. He's thinking why would Zayn say that, and then acts like he is still so in love with Harry. He doesn't understand.

Close to lunchtime, all of them are almost done on the second floor of the house. They all went downstairs to order some lunch. As they made their way to the living room, Zayn saw Harry seriously cleaning the whole kitchen, brushing the kitchen tiles hard. He watches him as he washes the kitchen utensils, puts them into places, wipes the table, puts all the dirty towels he used to clean the kitchen and the furniture in a basket, and brings them into the washroom.

Louis elbowed Zayn. "Him being so mad at you, made him clean half of this house," Louis said chuckling as he drinks from a water bottle. Zayn looked at Harry who is now picking up the empty bags of chips and boxes of pizzas into the trash bin. He is very aware of the coldness Harry is giving him. Even the fact that he's acting like Zayn's not around. He sighed. He knows what he has done. He knows that he should never say that. But, it just slipped out off of his mouth.

Zayn followed Louis in the living room, Liam and Niall are now busy dialing for ordering their lunch. Once their lunch was delivered, they all eat it in silence. Liam and Niall are now wondering what's happening. What's with this awkward silence. Louis just raised an eyebrow indicating that Harry's not okay. Zayn saw that but ignored it. Harry got up when he's done eating. He made his way to the kitchen and put the dishes on the washer. He soon started to clean the comfort room just along with the kitchen. Boys looked at each other. They could feel there is something wrong.

"Why in the rush, Harry? We have all afternoon doing the house chores together, you don't need to hurry?" Liam exclaimed.

"I'm not in a hurry. I just want to be tired of when I got home, I could easily fall asleep, and wouldn't be able to think of anything." He answered. Louis eyed Zayn.

"The balcony upstairs' not yet cleaned, just so you know and you want to clean it." Niall joked as he chewed the chicken in his mouth. Liam elbowed him and glared at him.

As soon as they finished eating, they all got cleaned up and started working again. Zayn made his way upstairs until he saw Harry going down. Harry tensed. He took his step to the right as Zayn did, too. He stepped to the left but Zayn did, too. They both tried to step in a different direction but they bumped into each other.

"Okay, stop. Just let me take my step first. Then you go." Zayn nodded to Harry's instruction. Harry made his way down. Zayn traced him, shaking his head.

Hours had passed, they're all done with the chores. They were all stretching their bodies aching. Exhausted. But managed to smile at their hard work on cleaning the house, their first achievement on being together again.

"Bye, Harry. See you next week." Harry waved his goodbye as Liam and Niall drove off. He got inside his house and cleaned himself before changing into pajamas. Soon as he finished brushing his hair, he jumped on the bed and hugged his pillow. He felt his phone vibrate. He took it out.

Liam: Goodnight, lads. Thank you for today.

Niall: Yeah, Harry did a great job! 😆

Louis: Bet his snoring now.

He smiled. Typed and sent a message.

Harry: I deserve a grammy.

He waited for the others to see it and reply. But it's five minutes ago and it seems they're already sleeping. He was about to log out when a message popped up.

Zayn: You deserve more, Haz. You really do. Have a goodnight.

Lub...dub...lub...dub...lub...dub
"Ugh! F.uck this heart! Shouldn't be beating this way!"

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