You Are My Other Half

Part 3

 "Hazza, babe, are you okay?!" Zayn asked, suddenly very alarmed. He knelt down next the couch and cupped Harry's face in his slightly rough hands, just as Harry's tears started to flow steady.

"Zaynie...I had...the worst...day..." Harry managed to get out between sobs.

"Shhhh, shhhh, babe. S'gunna be okay. You're at home with me now, Hazza. I'm not gunna let anything else hurt you," Zayn cooed as he slid onto the couch under Harry, resting Harry's head in his lap.

"What happened, Haz?" Zayn asked as gently as he could, while carding his fingers through Harry's curls.

Being in Zayn's lap with his hands in his curls had calmed Harry down, almost in record time. Honestly, he wasn't sure why he had such a massive meltdown, but, as usual, Zayn was like a warm shot of tranquility to his system.

Harry sniffled and wiped the tears from the cheek not against Zayn's abs, finally ready to tell Zayn about his day. That's when he noticed that Zayn seamed particularly overdressed, especially since he thought Zayn had been lounging around the flat all day.

"Why are you *hiccups* all dressed up?" Harry asked innocently. That's when he remembered it was their anniversary. Harry had been so excited to celebrate with Zayn tonight, until he got to work and all hell had broken lose. Now he felt so stupid for not remembering.

Zayn was about to respond to Harry's question, when Harry started panicking again.

"I'm so...sorry Zee! I can't...believe...I forgot our...anniversary!" Harry squeaked out as he started to cry again.

"Harry, s'okay. Babe, you obviously had a rough day. Why don't you just tell me what happened?" Zayn soothed as he stroked Harry's cheek with the pad of his thumb.

Harry quieted down and leaned into Zayn's touch. Finally, his breathing slowed, and he stopped hiccupping. He looked in to Zayn's hazel pools that shown clear with concern, and his heart warmed. In that moment, Zayn was all he needed.

"Well...it's a long story. So much went down today, I don't even know where to start."

"Just start at the beginning Hazza. I want to hear everything." Harry took a deep breath and started recounting the horror show that was his shit day at school.