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one hundred nineteen

gemma started to plan a funeral for their mum. as much as it hurt her, she had to do it however. their mum deserved at least a proper burial, and so that they could say their final goodbyes. it would, however, take a couple days to finalize the funeral. she had to make arrangements for family members to come out and attend, pick out a casket, and other details.

it was going to be an emotional week for both her and harry.

harry, on the other hand couldn't really help. he had helped a bit with deciding on what she'd be buried in, but everything else, he left up to his big sister. plus, he was still feeling very weird with the stage he was going through. he found himself extremely clingy towards zayn, having followed him like a lost puppy everywhere he went. cuddling and holding onto him like zayn was planning on walking out the door and never returning. he just wanted to everywhere zayn was.

and aside from his hunger, he also discovered his sensitivity to light sources, mostly the sun. he attempted opening the curtains, wanting to let in sunlight, and it irritated his skin so bad, he had to move away from it. not mention, he still felt emotionally torn over his mother, and everything was just contributing to his very confused mood. as sad as he was for his mum, he also felt a deep contentment with zayn close to him. somehow, this made it easier to deal with the death of his mother and he couldn't imagine how gemma had been feeling.

he just hope she didn't think that he didn't care. he cared, he cared so much. harry loved his mother more than anything, she was his world. he had always been close to his mother and his sister. losing her was the worst pain imaginable. but, he felt he could cope with it better because he had zayn's comfort and his love and affection. he felt all of his worries and fears fade away. it was a feeling he couldn't help, it started from deep within him. harry's pretty sure it had something to do with him being soul bonded with zayn. they haven't really talked about it, because of anne's upcoming funeral, but harry felt like he needed to know more about it.

after all, this is what he would deal with for the rest of his ever lasting life.

currently, harry is holding onto zayn like a koala, while zayn was sleeping, or at least trying to sleep. it was the middle of the night, and harry was having trouble sleeping, which in return made zayn also have trouble sleeping. for the past two hours, harry's been moving and squirming all over the place. constantly repositioning himself, to lie on top of zayn with his face buried in his chest, or moving to cuddle into his side, then he'd switch over to the other side. he kept nuzzling his face into zayn's neck and sniffing him, and moving zayn's arms to wrap around himself, or tangle their legs together before he detangles them and instead wraps his legs around zayn's waist. he was like a cat. not that zayn minded, but he couldn't really get to sleep with harry's squirming, he knew what was keeping him up. zayn turns to face harry, who's eyes are already wide open when he looks at him.

zayn tightens his arms around harry's waist. "baby."

"zee, i can't sleep." harry says. zayn nods.

"i know, i can't either. you're so loud, love." zayn says, caressing his side delicately. harry frowns in confusion.

"i haven't said anything." harry points out. zayn smiles slyly.

"i know," he leans in to kiss harry's cheek. "i meant, in here." zayn adds, lifting his hand to tap harry's temple briefly. harry's eyes widen in curiosity.

"y-you can, hear me? my thoughts?" harry asks. zayn nods slightly, humming softly.

"yes, and you're really loud." zayn chuckles, brushing his fingers through harry's hair. harry bites his lip.