Always In My Heart (Sequel To Love Hurts)

Chapter 37

"Do you need anything?" Harry kissed his cheek. He was on his way to his yoga class and was ofcourse wearing tight yoga pants. As everyone does. But probably once they're in the gym.

"No, thanks babe" Zayn said looking at the design. An old client asked him to create a tattoo design for them, with sunflowers and roses. But they wanted the number six added to the design. He wrote some ideas down as well as doing some sketches, sunflower vol.6 seemed feasible and sounded..classic.

"Are you okay, Zee?"

Zayn had been avoiding the Niall topic. Niall being Amelia's father topic.

"I love you Harry but you're distracting, can you go already.." Zayn said eyes down.

"Okay.." Harry came closer to him till his dick was in Zayn's face, "look up, baby"

"Nope..we've played this game before I'm not falling for it again"

"Look up, come on baby..just for a second.."

"So you can take a pic and update your Instagram page, no thanks.."

"Zaynnn.." Harry whined.

"My dad, your father in law follows your insta will see that and calls me begging for you to take it down.."

"Oh, that's strange..he's never said anything to me.."

"..because he says it to me and it's annoying. I can't tell him its annoying, so I'm telling you it's fucking annoying. Stop it..you're getting old.."

"No, I'm not.."

"Yes you are.."

"..I'm not.."

"You behave like a twelve year old girl but you're not twelve. You're thirt-"

"I'm going out.." Harry stormed out like a two year old throwing a tantrum.

"Bye, Harriet" Zayn laughed as Harry tried slamming the door but it wouldn't it had a delay effect to it. His own doing. Death by his own sword. Ooh, he could add a dagger with the roses..

He had a bottle of water and lucozade ready for three hours of Harry free time. The nanny took the little ones out to the park while the older ones were at school. So, he was having his me time. He was about to get his legs up on the couch and get comfortable when an idea struck. He quickly put thought to paper before he forgot. At the corner of his eye he could see something moving. He didn't react as quick, it was possible it was a reflection on his glasses.

The TV was on in the background, so it could be from that. But his six sense was on high alert. So, he looked where the something was moving from..the floor. Holy mackerel, a massive spider. He froze. He has a fucking spider phobia. He wanted to scream for Harry to come back and kill the spider. All he had to do was jump on top of the coffee table, the couch so he can get to the window, open it and shout Harry get the fuck back.

But the spider would probably run and hide under the coffee table. "Oh my gosh" he whispered when the spider moved around his foot. For four seconds he watched it move before he squealed and jump back on the couch.

His heart was beating so fast but he had to look down and see where the spider was heading. It was moving slowly towards the table. Aren't spiders supposed to run as soon as they sensed signs of danger. "Why the fuck is it moving so slow?" He asked himself.

It was probably not afraid of him or was him incarcerated. He scoffed picking up Harry's slippers, he had to kill it. With a shaking hand, a scream and with one eye closed he hit. His body was shaking as he pressed on it. He has a phobia what is he supposed to do, put it in a jar more like putting himself in a coffin. Its him or the spider. The nature of the law. For thirty minutes he didn't move looking at the slipper hoping the spider was no longer but he couldn't dare look.