Levirate [Haniaal/Zarry]

Chapter 8

Harry laughs, a full well rounded laugh. He laughs until he gets teary eyed from laughing too much. Fahima walks in when she hears that Harry's laugh is not showing signs of stopping at all.

"Fahima, great timing. Listen to this, the Maliks are here to take Daniaal, my Daniaal, my husband of 5 years and father of my Azad. That man! Your boss Daniaal! They are here to take him "home" for his burial. He does air quotes as he says home and continues to laugh. Fahima's head snaps towards the Maliks so fast that Harry thinks she will lose her balance, she does not though. She glares at Yaser who glares back just as intensely.

"Now Harry if you can tell us where you sent my son, we will fetch him and be on our way" he says with a smug look on his face. "That will never happen Yaser, he is not your son remember? How dare you come and claim him in death when you couldn't be bothered by his well-being while he was here?! You have a nerve" Harry is pacing back and forth with his hands on his waist and keeps pointing at Yaser.

"You will not talk to my father like that nor point at him. Do I make myself clear?" The one named Doniya finally speaks. The other girls and the mother also glare at him as she reprimands him. Harry laughs bitterly and makes his way upstairs. He grabs his phone from the night stand and calls his mom.

He does not wait for greetings when she picks up.

"Mom" and the tears flow out freely as if well finally broke in his head.

"Harry?! Baby, what's wrong? Are you crying"

"Mom the Maliks are here. They want to take him"

"What do you mean baby? Why would they do that?"

"They say he belongs at home. I need you Mom. Please don't let them take him, they cannot take my baby"

"I am on my way baby. Please stay calm. I will fix everything"

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Anne calls him from downstairs to let him know that she has arrived. As he exits his bedroom he spots Waliyha standing on the hallway and she says she is looking for the bathroom. Harry points it out and waits on the hallway for her to finish and send her downstairs. He does not want any Maliks roaming around his house at all. When they finally make it downstairs Harry rushes to his mother who wraps him in a warm hug and kisses his cheeks and wipes his tears away. "I'm here now. Shhh" she says. Waliyha runs off to hug a younger male who seems to have joined the Malik family while he was in his room. Harry is annoyed at the fact that they keep inviting more Maliks and opening up for them without consulting him at all but he decides to let it go.

"Glad to see you came out of hiding Harry. But now you are hiding behind mommy's skirt" scoffs Yaser. Anne glares at him and says "You do not speak to my son like that, especially in his home"

"Well it's my son's home as well" comments Patricia.

"Your son?! Really?! That's debatable" says Gemma from behind. No one even heard her come in. Harry walks over to her and they hug for a while. "Hi baby bro. How are you holding up?". Harry starts tearing up again and rests his head on Gemma's shoulder and cries silently. She lets him cry it all out and rubs his back.

"How's my little niece doing in there? Are you taking care of her"

"So you are pregnant?!" comes the shocked voice of Waliyha.

"Mind your own business" says Gemma with a glare. Once they are all calmed down, the Styles make their way to the living room and sit on the opposite couch. Yaser mumbles "finally" under his breath. "Thanks for joining us. This is Zayn, my other - uh son. And I am guessing you are his mother and sister. I do not have enough time here so I will get straight to the point. We are not leaving this place without my son's body and you are delaying us with all this crying and dramatics. So will anyone tell us where he is or what?"

"What do you even know about Daniaal? You all last spoke to him 8 years ago so I do not know how you can even call him that. Daniaal was my son, I raised him and supported him through all of life's challenges. I-" she is interrupted by Patricia's loud voice

"You did not birth him. I did. I carried him for a whole 9 months and raised him for 20 years of his life and you will not tell me how to deal with the affairs of my family. Who do you think you are? You are all so disrespectful and have an air of entitlement. I do not know why exactly you all think you have a say in the affairs of the Maliks because you are not even family."

Harry softly says "I am a Malik"

"Boy did you say something? Speak up if you have a thing to add because we do not have time to try and decipher your mumbles" Yaser glares at him and Harry stands up from the couch and pulls out his wedding photo album. "I am a Malik. I loved Daniaal and he was my husband. There is nothing that you can do to change that. None of you can". As he throws the photos towards the family, he sees a bit of what seems like sympathy from the eyes of Safaa and Zayn  but he could be mistaken because it is the first time he has met them.

"This means nothing at all. Daniaal was not gay, you influenced him with your devil ways and voodoo. My son was a warrior. The Maliks are warrior. You can never be a Malik"

Anne stands abruptly and slaps Yaser hard across his face

"All of you, GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY SON'S HOUSE!" Anne says and points at the door.