Always In My Heart (Sequel To Love Hurts)

Chapter 54

This was written listening to, no judgement, the following songs on a loop de loop.

'I don't mind' - Zayn
'Get me', - Justin Bieber ft Kehlani 'Watermelon sugar -Harry Styles
'In your eyes'- The Weekend (disclaimer, I'm his side bitch. No one can afford me)

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Amber alert signals rang in his brain as Zayn turned around to face Harry. Two years he hasn't seen him. Twenty four months of not talking. With six children and yet they never talked. That was on him, he avoided Harry like a plague. He couldn't cope seeing him. Luckily Harry never pushed the issue, Mary became his voice whenever Harry picked up the kids. Zayn studied the space between them before his eyes sweeped Harry from his toes all the way up to his head.

The fucker. Zayn cursed in his head. Harry came prepared for war, wearing black tailored trousers, white buttoned down perfectly ironed shirt, Kendall pressed it for him then. Pftt. The shirt was a nice fit, tight at the right places, the shoulders, chest and fucking toned stomach. Zayn had to suppress some parts of his body from tightening. Harry has been looking after himself well. He was lean, lost some pounds and stones. He seemed taller than when he last saw him. His hair was surprisingly long, who the fuck he think he is, Tarzan? He might as well be, his body looked liked he'd been in the jungle fighting for his survival, muscular. Zayn clenched his jaw, two years of no contact, of hating him, and yet Harry still makes his heart flutter. Louis was right about one thing, Brooklyn will never replace Harry. No one can. Yes he was angry when Harry left, went apeshit cutting all of Harry's clothes in half, but he could never cut the strings Harry has tied to his heart. He loves him. Still. They stared, seizing each other, no words.

Pink hair, Harry has been informed by Mason that Zayn had taken dyeing his hair as hobby. But he never pictured it pink, of all colours, but god damn. He changed his stance, feet wide apart, hands covering his crotch. Zayn not only make his heart fill up, but his dick.

"Have you seen the kids yet?" What else was there to ask, Zayn backed himself up to the wall he just had Brooklyn against. Life is a fucked up bitch. You try and get yourself together, something or someone comes back from wherever the fuck they've been for a year and turned it upside down.

"Not yet. I've not long arrived and wanted to say happy birthday to Niall before it's midnight.." Harry shifted on his feet, "did he have a good day?"

Zayn stared at Harry for few seconds, he hadn't heard his voice for a while and it sounded deeper than usual. His heart jumped a bit, he shook the feeling that came over it and smiled thinking of Niall instead, "I would like to think so, he had two beers..that tired him up.."

"You went crazy on the presents as always.." Harry chuckled seeing Zayn putting both hands on his hips.

"Don't you bloody start. Your children had me running around the shops. You know much I hate the mall. Well, I hate it even more now.." Zayn said in a huff, then looked away, "that's always been your job, you know, shopping with the kids.." he finished quietly.

Harry was distracted, eyes on Zayn's hand. His left one. He was wearing his wedding ring. Still. He never it took off? Harry instinctively touched his, it was hooked on his beloved necklace Zayn bought him for their tenth anniversary. He wears it around his neck, still. He's got a chance then, Zayn could forgive him. "I'm sorry about that. How are you?" he asked voice gentle.

Zayn had the urge to punch him in the face, but Niall's room was not the place nor his birthday the time for that. Harry had no right to talk to him like that, like he still matters to him when he clearly doesn't. He waited for Harry to come back to him, but he's moved on and getting married again. Whats left of them but to be civil to one another, he can be civil for peace sake. For their children, "Never been better. You?" He asked coldly, he couldn't help it, the thought of Harry with Kendall irked him. The irritation was made more by the fact regardless of his brash reply, every fibre in his body was edging him to kiss Harry.