The name 'Harry' was forbidden at the mansion, at least when Zayn was home. This was one of the rules that Zayn had imposed on his family and Louis since getting discharged from the hospital. But the fact was that Harry still invaded Zayn’s thoughts without his name being mentioned. Zayn could still feel the taste of Harry’s lips in his. He felt the emptiness in his room every time he looked at his neat bed and remembered how he and Harry would always leave it messy.
Since the day he came home from the hospital, he felt the need to be a new version of himself; a stronger, braver version and a better father. The thought of having Emma back in his life, bringing her home, was the sole reason for all his strength.He still shed some tears for Harry, he still loved him. But if Harry was the first to leave, why should he be the last to stay? Maybe "forever" was not one of the mottos of his life. And maybe, it was for Emma that he did not let himself fall apart.
Harry, on the other hand, was a total mess. The shooting was nearing its end. He would note down each day he had spent without Zayn. It had been 32 days. He still wondered how he was surviving without Zayn. The truth was that Harry never thought love really existed, but when he met the actor, it was as if Harry had received the best friend and best lover wrapped up in a bow.
"Brothers in Trouble" was his new favorite show. Megan, Zayn's teenager fan, was right…the show was addictive, and that was the only way Harry could feel even a bit closer to Zayn. Niall told him that he was a masochist, and that he liked to suffer. Maybe he was right, Harry thought. Or maybe love had a very thin line between pain and pleasure. He felt that he already had his share of pleasure, now it was the turn of pain. And he had never thought love could hurt so much. He still blamed himself for abandoning Zayn, for doing what he thought was right for Zayn and not bothering to find out if Zayn thought the same.Harry tried to call the actor on his cell phone several times but every time he got the same response that the number was non-existent. Then, he would call the home number. Monica answered but she always said the same thing, "I'm sorry, my son, but he does not want to talk to you.", until he gave up and stopped calling. He had then sent Niall to the mansion to make sure Zayn was all right. Niall's response as he came back from Zayn’s place gave him both relief and frustration."He's fine. When I reached the mansion, he was laughing with Louis, then he took me to see his greenhouse…what a beautiful place." Harry was glad that Zayn was well, but at the same time, it was devastating to know that his absence might not have affected Zayn as much as Zayn’s absence was affecting him.
Harry heard the doorbell. Zayn's image faded from the screen as he turned off the television. He walked towards the front door.
"Emma." Harry exclaimed at the sight of the little girl he had missed so much. "Are you alone? What are you doing here?" Harry asked, looking around, scared.
"I thought you missed me." Emma smiled, making grabby hands at him.
"You can’t even imagine, my princess." Harry took her in his arms, a beautiful smile on their faces. "How did you get here?" Harry asked with Emma still in his arms.
"Long story." Emma replied, tapping Harry's hand to be put down. Harry understood and put her down gently. "I came here because I need answers." Emma walked over to the sofa and sat down.
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Too Much To Ask ( Zarry fanfiction)
RomanceA first meeting that probably will be the last. That was how Harry Styles thought. Zayn Malik was the most arrogant man he had known in his life...But the destiny had other plans. "Sometimes love worth it. "
