Too Much To Ask ( Zarry fanfiction)

This will pass

AN: Guys..., I have noticed that some old readers are no longer commenting, I hope I have not disappointed you. Thanks to all the new ones, thank you very much, I'm very happy.
I hope you enjoy this chapter

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Harry took the first cab, not knowing where he was going. He had called every hospitals in Los Angeles. The fare was already over 200 dollars.

"Try Albert Einstein Hospital, you have not called there yet." The taxi driver told Harry, looking in the rearview mirror. Harry smiled at him.

Harry looked for the hospital phone numbers section in the phone book Danny, the taxi driver, had given him. Harry had never ridden in a taxi with a driver as pleasant as him. Harry was crying the whole time, and Danny looked at him with compassion.

"Good evening! I'd like to know if you have a patient named Zayn Malik. Okay, I'll wait." Harry said politely, waiting for the receptionist to look up Zayn's name on the hospital admission checklist. "Is he there? Are you sure? Room 507? Thank you." Harry smiled widely at Danny who nodded at him. "He's there."

"If we don’t get stuck in a traffic jam at Boyce Avenue, we can get there in 15 minutes." Danny told Harry as Harry leaned his head back against the head rest of the back seat of the car.

"Thanks. I need to get there really fast."

"Love does not wait, does it?" Danny asked smiling and Harry nodded. Harry was now sure that Danny, besides being a nice gentleman, was wise too.

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"Cherish the ones you love before life takes them away from you." Danny told Harry as he got out of the taxi. 
 

"Thanks for being so nice." Harry said, walking to the driver's seat. "Here's your money, 250, right?"

"You don’t have to pay me, courtesy of the house." Danny smiled as he slapped the side of the car.

"I'll be offended if you don’t take it." Harry smiled widely. There was something about Danny that somehow reminded him of his childhood house, maybe it was his smell.

"Be happy, Harry." Danny started the car, getting ready to leave.

"I don’t remember saying my name." Harry was confused, the money still in his hand.

"See you later." Danny smiled, driving away from the hospital parking lot.

Harry stood there for a while watching the car leave, recalling the conversation he had with Danny, trying to remember if his name had had been mentioned. No, he was not crazy, Danny had no way of knowing his name.

Harry looked at the big hospital in front of him, his heart so agitated that the young actor thought it could stop any moment. Harry rubbed his face with his hands, tidied up his T-shirt, and entered the hospital.

"Hey, I know you!" A teenager said to Harry, she had long black hair and smiled amiably. "You're looking for Zayn Malik, aren’t you?"

" Yes, how do you know?"

"I recognized you. Everyone knows you and your story with Zayn. I'm a fan of his, and I'm glad he's happy now." Harry smiled at her who was looking at him sincerely. "Newspapers and magazines are very bad about you two; some are talking too much while some are barely talking about it. Zayn is back on twitter because of you. He is happy now because of you. You must be a good boyfriend. "