Miracle [Zarry]✔✔ Under Editing.....

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Third person

Two and a half years later.

Zayn's dad was being released today. He was finally completely sober and fully stable.

In a week he will be walking his son down the isle to give him away to Harry.

Yes they weren't married yet but that was only because they wanted Elliot to be old enough to be their  ring bearer.

He was the most adorable thing ever with his black curly hair and dimples. A year after Elliot was born Zayn and harry had another baby. A beautiful baby girl named Aria Safaa Styles Malik  who they found out about, three weeks into Zayn's pregnancy.

Thats what happens after a romantic  week in Fiji.

Aria had turned one recently, well six months ago and was doing quite good with the idea of being a flower girl.

Zayn and Yaser watched as Anne helped Aria to walk in a straight line with a small basket clutched in her tiny chubby hands as, Harry watched a short distance in front of them. She giggled as her grandmother showed her how to drop the flowers on the path.

"She's really precious Zayn, I'm proud of you." Yaser puts a hand on Zayn's shoulder.

"No, I'm proud of you dad you have no idea how good it makes me feel to see you like this. Waliyah will be home soon. For now I'm gonna introduce you to your grand children, and son in law well properly introduce you to your son in law." Zayn spoke gesturing to Harry who stood in front of them not aware of their presence.

Zayn walked over to him, his father slowly following behind.

Zayn reached a hand out for Harry's and Harry looks down at him lovingly as usual. Zayn turns Harry around and Harry looks up at the man now in front of him.

It was not doubt that this was Zayn's father, they looked so much alike it was almost unbelievable.

For some reason Yaser was nervous, nervous to meet someone who he was probably twice as old as.

Zayn noticed and it made his heart feel so light he was never used to seeing his father this way, not even when he visited him in the center. He would always just smile smugly or give short responses when Zayn would try to have a normal conversations with him. It was refreshing seeing him express real and raw emotion.

Yaser out stretched his arm to Harry wanting to be 'formal' or what ever he was trying to do. "I'm Yaser, Zayn's dad." He introduced himself before Zayn could, but was taken back when a beaming Harry took his hand and pulled him into a hug.

"I know who you are and I'm so happy to finally meet you." Harry smiled widely, these past two years Harry had been the happiest he's  ever been and it shows, his business grew, he's opening another branch, he has a tourist attraction, his son his starting preschool soon, his daughter is starting to talk, well, say words at least and he is getting married to the most amazingly beautiful and over all breathing taking man on the earth though to him he comes in a close second.

"You too Mr. Styles." Yaser smiles.

"Oh, you can call me Harry, I mean we are family." Harry spoke still smiling like the dork he is.

Zayn could see he was not needed thus he moved over to where Anne and Aria were.

"Dada." she hugged his leg dropping the basket.

He reached down to pick her up and she immediately rest her forehead against his.

"How are you Sweety?" He asked her but she only kept smiling at him in response.