Drawn Out Dreams. [A Zarry Fanfiction.]

Chapter Fifty Three

The next beautiful sunny afternoon several weeks after Yaser Malik was arrested was taken advantage of quickly. Harry Styles and his family had been working extremely hard in the case to get Zayn away from his Father’s care, his Mother not sleeping until late at night to try and get more evidence for the case from Zayn. The process was slightly drawn out, with all of the input coming to and from the police and began to stretch over several weeks as the police put in charge of Yaser’s case began to build the information and evidence given by the Styles family and Zayn.

During the tiring process, Zayn had spent most of his time between Harry’s house and his Nana’s house, Harry often dropping him off and picking him up. It was a rushed and busy time for all, and the strain had weighed onto the brown eyed boy a little as his mind tried to keep up with as many of the hard questions that Anne and Harry would have to gentle ask from him. The two boys would have their schoolwork to study, and they all found it easier when Zayn stayed with Harry in the week due to Harry’s ease of transport to take them both to and from school, and the weekends were when Zayn would go to his Nana’s.

Zayn’s Nana would try to help as much as she could, even though she didn’t have much of a word against her old son-in-law. She simply tried to take care of Zayn as much as possible as always, ruling that when her grandson came to stay with her that no talk of the case would be spoken, and that that would be the time that her grandson could relax. This proved effective, even though Zayn still loved being in the Styles household with what had become his second family. Everyone was simply trying to keep Zayn Malik as happy as possible, as well as comfortable and safe.

Almost a month after Yaser Malik had been arrested, they were granted a court case. It was a grueling process that they tried to keep Zayna way from as much as possible, but it was finally ruled that Zayn would be removed from Yaser’s care temporarily. The judge that had sat on the stand and delivered the news then proceeded to explain his decision that Zayn would then be under the primary care of his Nana, his Mother becoming his secondary carer instead.

The judge’s decision was the answer that they had all wanted, and within the space of two weeks they had moved Zayn’s belongings into his small bedroom in his Nana’s bungalow, much to the happiness of them both. It had been a touching moment when Harry and his family had watched his Nana kiss all over her Grandson’s face in happiness, her dream of looking after him permanently being granted.

Of course, even when now living separately Harry still found ways to be completely inseparable with his boyfriend. The carpooling to school continued, turning into more of an everyday task rather than the simple option that it was once before. With Zayn now spending most of his weeks with his Nana, his weekends were now given to Harry, and the two would continue their small adventures, whether it be a spontaneous trip to the cinema or various restaurants, or just a quest to Harry’s bed, where they watched old movies and snuggled to pass the time.

This beautiful new routine started to set into place after a few weeks, but on this particular weekend Harry decided that he should probably share his beautiful boyfriend for once. The nicest weekend that he could get his hands on was now converted into a small gathering, something that was a long time coming for a while. With the huge success of the court case and the events that had followed, Harry and Zayn had decided that it was time to celebrate with their friends. Well, Zayn simply followed all of Harry’s wishes as he always did, becoming very excited when he had watched his boyfriend’s lips explain that they should have a huge BBQ. And so the plan was set, which was why Harry Styles found himself staring off into the sky, watching a collection of fluffy clouds watch the garden enviously.

The food that was sizzling away on the barbeque was sizzling away and providing one of the most traditional British summertime smells. It was warm enough for the lads to be in T-shirts and jeans, but of course there had to be that slightly cold breeze that would come over occasionally. Not that any type of weather could dampen Harry’s spirits as he took his eyes away from the jealous clouds and back to the food, where he quickly turned over a couple of beef burgers that were starting to change colour too fast before he looked across his back lawn. His Mother was by the table set up with the food that was already made, placing a huge bowl of salad onto it to add to the delights that already had his stomach grumbling.