The Story of Our Lives (Zianourry)

7

"Hey Harry?" I asked and knocked on his door. It flung open and a very happy Harry was facing me. "What is it Zayno? It must be important because you're talking to me!" He told me with a cheerful tone in his voice. "It is...it's about what you did a couple of days ago. I know that I told you thank you, but I want to tell you personally. May I come in?" I asked and he nodded, opening his door wider.

Louis wasn't in the room, so it made this conversation a bit better. Harry sat down on his bed and I sat next to him. He smiled at me and I just grew shy. I filed with my fingers before he stopped it by placing his hands on mine. "You don't need eo be shy, Zayn. It's just me, and I'm pretty open to everything. Just tell me what you want to say, okay?" He told me and that erased the shyness from my system.

"Okay...um...when you saved me out there...it just shocked me and you just have no idea how thankful I am for that, but why did you do that?" I asked and made eye contact with him.

"Well I'm going to tell you something different then I did with everyone else...I just know that you would've done the same for me. I did what I did because that's what I believed was right. I couldn't just leave you like that because if I did, then you would've drowned. I didn't want that to happen, so I had to save you. You have a beautiful soul Zayn. God doesn't need you just yet, we do though." He comforted me and he rubbed my arm.

"That's what you actually think?" I asked, tilting my head. "I don't think Zayn, I know that you're special Zayn. You make those boys happy, and you actually make me smile too. You don't talk, but you do certain things that make you special, you know? You stick up for those boys I've heard, and you make us all smile without even using your words. Actions speak louder than words, and you are a great example of that," He said and gave me the most heart-warming smile.

"You are the first person to ever say something like that to me..." I told him and he shook his head. "Those boys may have not have said it, but I know that they're feeling it. If I'm feeling it, then I just have a gut-wrenched feeling that they feeling the exact same way," He said and patted my back. Yeah, but you're the first to ever actually say it to me...I thought in my head as I stared at the boy sitting across from me.

"And you're absolutely welcome Zayn. It's no problem actually. I was going to be fine nonetheless. You guys helped me and I'm out there to search with you guys again. I'm okay and I'm all healed again, and what's even better is that you're okay too." He smiled and brought me into a tight hug. I smiled to myself and hugged him right back. "You are so special too Harry," I said when we parted and he giggled. "Louis told me the same thing, and I don't think that's correct," He sated.

What?!? How can this baby boy not feel special? I'd this some type of sick dream or something? I mean hell, he is like that one prize that you would want. I see him as the greatest gift that the world has ever received. He's fhe greatest gift that no one deserves to have because he is just that special. I would spoil this kid so badly m, even if it means that I go broke. This past week has been the most nicest and relaxing week ever.

Usually your boss would have you work at every minute under your shift, but not Harry. If anything, he would make our jobs even more fun and easy going. If we were feeling sick, then he would've had us take the day off and he would make sure that we get better before the next day arrives. When we done bring anything back, he would tell us that it's okay. Seriously if he was my permanent boss, then I would've been the most happiest employee working there.

He's friendly, cute, beautiful, cute, hardworking, cute, kind, cute, special, and cute. Did I mention that he's cute? Yes? Well that's because he is very, Very, VERY cute. He's like a cute kitten that you want to protect for the rest of your life. I know that I can't say all of this out loud, but I'm free to think of it. He can't read my thoughts, or anything like that.