Too Much To Ask ( Zarry fanfiction)

The Last

AN:I can not even believe it came to an end. I really cried when I wrote this last chapter. When I write a fanfic, I get very attached to the story, and  whit  this story  could not be any different. I am also very much attached to you readers who leave beautiful comments always motivating me to continue, I have a great affection for each one of you ... even for you silent readers, I know you love the story too and anonymously continued with me to the end. Thank you very much to all.

Well in this last chapter a lot happens, so it was so long ... I hope you like it;)

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Harry should have been happier—his mother had come to see him, tomorrow was the day of the world premiere of his film, he had Zayn, Emma and some good friends. But Harry could not lie to himself…he had never imagined that seeing his father would mess him up so much, and most importantly, he never imagined that he would attach so much importance to it.

"Harry?"

"Hi." Harry replied.

"Your mother is talking to you, my love." Zayn said gently, he knew that Harry's head was somewhere else.

"Sorry…What were you saying, mother?"

"I was telling Zayn how excited I am to watch your movie."

"I'm glad you're here, mom"

"Which one do you think is more beautiful for Harry's movie premier, Anne?" Emma asked with two dresses in her hands. Celine was behind her.

"I think the rose colored one will look lovely on you." Anne answered, and Emma smiled in appreciation. Celine ran after her as she ran to her room. "She looks so much like you, Zayn."

"Really?" Most people don’t think so."

"She is. Maybe she resembles her mother lookwise but from inside, she’s just like you, her personality is so much like yours. And I think that's the most important thing, isn’t it?" Physical appearance changes with time, but essence doesn’t. "

"You are right." Zayn said, smile forming in the corners of his mouth.

"Harry is a lot like me when it comes to physical appearance, but he takes a lot after his dad."

"Mom." Harry stood up as if warning her that the subject was not welcome.

"You never let me talk about your father, Harry. You're a man now, you have a family, you have to overcome that anger." Harry rolled his eyes as Zayn watched him closely. "Your father was so much like you, a dreamer. He dreamed of so much that..." Anne was thrilled to finally have that conversation with her son. She never held any hatred for Daniel. "He wanted to change the world, he wanted to be rich, give the best to us…but at the same time, he never belonged to us." Daniel could never find a place where he belonged, just like you. Every time you told me that you were not happy in London, that it wasn’t where you belonged, I saw things repeating itself again...I saw your father in you. "

"I'm not like him, mother." Harry shouted.

"Harry, calm down." Zayn said, holding his shoulders.