Too Much To Ask ( Zarry fanfiction)

Friends?

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Harry was tired of frozen food and greasy fast-food. His friend, Niall, was not a good cook and Harry was a complete disaster in the kitchen. The only good thing Harry could make was pancakes.

The last time he cooked, the two ended up getting a visit from the firemen.

"I don't know how it happened." Harry would tell Niall every time his friend looked at him with a murderous look.

Harry and Niall met at the casting for a famous Los Angeles police show. Neither of them got the part in the series, and since that day, the aspiring actors had become best friends. The dream of becoming an actor was costing them a lot of money, so splitting up the rent turned out to be the best option for both.

"I thought you were not coming home anytime soon, dude." Niall said as he saw Harry entering the apartment.

"I brought food." Harry tossed the bag of Nando's chicken on the coffee table in the living room.

"You're the best." Niall opened the package, it was his favorite fast food. "So then, tell me how it was at Malik's house." Niall said, devouring a chicken thigh.

"It was horrible." Harry threw himself on the couch next to Niall, grabbing a pillow. "I wanted to punch him in the face. He's a complete idiot." Harry gripped the pillow harder.

"Too bad, I think you could have learned a lot from him. Yesterday, I saw an old movie of his. What a movie! He is great. "

"Shut up." Harry got up, throwing the pillow at Niall.

"Son of a bitch. Did you see his daughter?"

"I wish I hadn’t. How could that beautiful, sweet little girl be the daughter of that disgusting man?" Harry thought aloud, taking a beer from the fridge.

"Maybe she takes after her mother." Niall shrugged. "I almost forgot, Louis called many times. He sounded nervous."

"I think I'm giving up. I'm going back to London, I’ll look for a job there." While Harry was drinking his beer, Niall was staring at him, not believing what he just heard. "I left my family and what did I get in return? I’ve been here for years, Niall, and all I’ve ever done as an actor is a shampoo advertisement."

"But that shampoo is really good, and your hair looks beautiful in the ad." Niall laughed.

"I'm so tired, I want my mother"

"Harry, I don't like this loser talk. We need to take a walk." Niall walked over to Harry.

"No, man, leave me alone" Harry took Niall's hand off his arm, trying to push him away.

"Come on, Harry, seriously!" Harry looked at him pouting. "My mother used to tell me 'Happiness is where you want to be’. Your happiness is here, dude."

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Although she did not have her mother by her side, Emma was a happy girl. She was very smart for her age. She had a good perception of the things that happened around her, perhaps, due to spending almost all her time with adults. The little girl had almost no contact with other children, but she never felt lonely.