Too Much To Ask ( Zarry fanfiction)

Is He Okay?

Harry's words still echoed in the Zayn’s head. "I've already promised I’d go out with Isaac tonight." Zayn accelerated his car, the stereo was already at the loudest volume; Zayn thought it could help. But the sound of Justin Timberlake invading his car did not help at all, all that Zayn could hear was Harry’s voice. Harry was in every part of him, in his mind, in his tears, in the tremors of his hands, Zayn cursed Harry in his head.

Meanwhile, Louis was following his friend, worried about the high speed.

"I'm going to get fined, this guy is driving really fast. I cannot do this any longer." The taxi driver told Louis.

"I'll pay you triple the fare and also pay for the ticket if I have to, speed up!" Louis bellowed.

Zayn could have never imagined that his best friend was in the cab following him. All of a sudden, his car started skidding, he was losing control of it. The car crashed briskly into a large tree.

"ZAYNNNNNN" Louis yelled desperately opening the taxi door.

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"You were great, Harry." Isaac said to Harry raising his glass. They clinked their glasses in a toast.

"Thank you." Harry said without much enthusiasm.

"You don’t look good, what happened?"

"Zayn was at the studio today…" Isaac opened his mouth pretending surprise. "When I saw him, I realized…I realized, Isaac, that I…"

"What did you realize, Harry?" Isaac asked, smiling hopefully. He expected Harry to say he was never in love with Zayn, or that it would be easy for him to get over Zayn. That was the answer he wanted to hear from Harry.

"I realized that I'll never be happy again..." Harry murmured, taking a sip of his drink. "When Zayn left the studio, it felt like a movie was playing in my head. As if I was seeing the future right before my eyes, my future without him. I saw myself at my mother's house, at Christmas dinners, my aunt with her husband and children, and me alone. My mother looking at me with pity, wondering if there is anyone new in my life. And you know what’s going to happen when she asks me? I won’t answer because I wouldn’t know the right words to tell her. I cannot tell her that I will never find another person like Zayn, another hand that fit perfectly in mine. I know there's no one I belong to besides him, Isaac." Harry felt tears forming in his eyes.

"Don’t be dramatic, Harry." Isaac ran his hands up and down Harry's back. "Besides, you already made your decision, and I assure you that was the best choice you could make." Isaac, at that moment was hurt, he had never imagined that Harry's love for Zayn was so strong. Harry did not look like the kind of guy who could ‘die for love’, but looking at Harry in front of him, Isaac realized that he was already dying.

"Do you really think so?" Harry asked, his eyes watery. "Niall seemed to agree with me but not anymore. He thinks that I'm wrong, that I have to fight for them because they are the ones I chose as my family. "

"I think you made the right decision. It’s going to be easier for Zayn to get Emma back without being in a relationship with you."

"It's so good to hear that. Thank you so much." Harry pulled him into a hug.

It was difficult for him, but Harry only wanted the best for the Maliks, even if it meant him not being in their life.

"Sometimes I think I'm going to wake up and realize that this was all a nightmare." Harry ran his hands over his face trying to keep his tears from falling. "I wish this was all a nightmare."

"Unfortunately, it's not…" Isaac said and raised his hand to the waiter for another round of whiskey. "You're a hero, you're keeping your happiness aside so that the ones you love are not unhappy. Only the best people in the world can do that." Isaac said sincerely. Seeing Harry so sad might not have pleased him as much as he thought it would.

"I miss his eyes on me, he looked at me as if I were the only person in the world. He used to tell me that I was a limited edition." Harry smiled remembering Zayn's words. Isaac also smiled regretfully seeing the smile come back on Harry's lips as he remembered Zayn. "At one of the breakfasts, he said to Trisha, ‘Mom, have you ever seen someone wake up as dazzling as Harry?’" Harry looked at Isaac, showing his dimples. "I love the way he makes my pillow and tucks me into bed, I love how he discovers things that even I don’t know about myself. I don’t just love him, Isaac, I love how I am with him… "

"Harry" Isaac interrupted him, rising from his chair. "I need to tell you something…”

"Just a moment." Harry told him, feeling his cell phone vibrate in his pocket. "Liam?” Harry said to himself. "Hello?" He rose from his chair looking apologetically at Isaac. "What happened? What do you mean…why did you just call me now?"

Harry kept asking questions, he could hear people talking on the other end of the phone.

"Who are you talking to?" It was Louis' voice. "Turn off the phone, I do not want him here." Louis's voice was hard, he sounded very upset.

"Liam, I'm coming there."

"Listen to me, Harry! I really like you, very much, but after today, I think you'd better stay away from my friend. He’s already suffered a lot, Harry, and I do not want suffering any more. Understood?" Harry intently listened to Louis' voice, tears streaming down his face. “Like I told you, I really like you, I'm your manager…but I love my friend more.”

"Louis, I love him too." Harry said, angry at Louis's words.

"I also thought you loved him, Harry."

"You're being unfair to me!" Harry yelled as some curious glances landed on him.

"Am I, Harry? Then answer me, where are you?" Harry did not answer. "As I imagined, with Isaac, isn’t it? Bye, Harry." Louis hung up the phone.

Crying, Harry ran out of the bar; Isaac ran after him.

"Where are you going?" Isaac asked, trying to reach him.

"I need to know where he is."

Harry did not care if his presence in the hospital was unwelcomed by Louis. He knew that Louis was only trying to defend his best friend, the point that Louis did not understand was that Harry had tried to do the same. But at that moment, Zayn needed him, or better, Harry needed Zayn.

When you meet that one person who connects you to the world, you become someone different, someone better. When that person is taken from you…what do you become then?

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AN: Please leave comments ..
What do you think happened to Zayn?
Does Isaac seem sorry or not?
I'll wait for the comments, until next time. ♥️