A Prince's Never Told No (Zarry)✔

Epilogue.

A Third Person's POV:

Harry was chopping the last tree he had for today, so he could collect the firewood and take them to the public market to sell them.

He was a woodman now.

Harry left his castle the morning he admitted to his people that he was gay. Running away with Zayn.

First, he didn't know what to do. He didn't know where to stay. But finally, He and Zayn decided to go to the big oak forest on the outskirts of London.

There were houses there that no one had lived in for years. They, together, transformed one of the houses to a great home. And on their first offical dinner in their new home, Harry proposed to Zayn.

Harry was a married man, he and Zayn married two months ago, and less than three months since they ran away.

Harry had never thought one day he'd be a working man but he didn't mind working. He was happy to have his husband beside him. He was true about who he was. Towards his people first, but most imortanly toward himself.

Harry got inside after finishing the last tree, to get a cup of water, but he laughed his ass off at what he heard.

"I told you, you can't get pregnant, Zayn. That's impossible." Harry heard Dr. Tomlinson's voice so clear.

"But I heard some men can. Maybe I'm one of them." Zayn replied and Harry made himself visible and lauged so hard.

Harry got closer to Zayn, whose face turned red. "How long have you been here?" Zayn asked, clearly embarrassed that his partner heard this somehow awkward, private conversation.   

"Long enough to hear about your daddy dreams." Harry mumbled, hugging him closer to his chest. And pressing a kiss to his temple. And then he shaked Dr. Tomlinson's hand

"Didn't know you were coming to visit, Doctor." Harry smiled sweetly while sitting and keeping his arm around his man.

"Well, your news is all over the country, so I came to check on you and Zayn, it's been a while." He explained.

"Oh right that's so kind of you.  But...hmm Doctor, what do you mean by my news?" Harry asked, a little bit nervous. His husband noticed and put his hand in Harry's.

"About you and Zayn getting married without a priest, living alone in a poor area, you working... and they're still talking about how you dropped your kingdom for your lover." He replied, moving a strand of his light-brown hair that fell on his left blue eye.

"I didn't drop my kingdom," Harry sighed, "but they deserve a better leader, and until Gemma get married, my mother is better than any king."

Dr. Tomlinson put his hands up in defeat, "Hey, I'm not judging, Am just telling you the news." Tomlinson said and Harry smiled.

"Do you still communicate with her?" Dr. Tomlinson asked and Harry frowned.

"Well?" Tomlinson wondered.

"Not really.. she didn't want me doing what I've done. It was a rough time for her, and for me." Harry said, then turned his head to press a kiss on Zayn's soft cheek. "But I'm glad I did."

"I am happy for you both. Life isn't worth living if you're not true about who you are." Dr. Tomlinson smiled.

"And we really treasure your support." Harry said and Zayn nodded his head, agreeing.

"But speaking of news," Dr. Tomlinson said, "I have another thing to tell you."

"What is it?" Harry and Zayn asked in union, and they both looked at each other, fondly smiling.