Levirate [Haniaal/Zarry]

Chapter 5

He wakes up in hazzy state. To him it feels like he is floating somewhere where gravity does not exist. He is semi conscious and his mind feels hallow. He turns and checks his phone like he normally does. There are so many notifications and when he opens the first message from Luke it is then that it hits him again. So it wasn't a nightmare. The officers, the call to Fahima and his mother.....Daniaal is really gone. He just left him. It takes a while for him to center himself and find his bearing. When he does, he goes to the bathroom to pee and responds to his messages. There are messages of condolence from Jeff, Niall and the gang. There are also missed calls from them and a few from unknown numbers. He makes a mental note to find out what happened and how everyone found out. Anne walks in as Harry crawls back into bed and she crawls in with him. They lay together under the blankets and Anne updates him on what happened earlier. She avoids asking how he is and Harry appreciates that because he does not think he knows as yet. He zones out once they are sitting in silence and he feels his mother peeking at his face so he closes his eyes and pretends to be asleep. Anne leaves a moment later and Harry rolls over and looks absentmindedly at the ceiling.

When he enters the living room a little later, he finds his mom drinking tea with Fahima. "I want to go to the bank, I need to see where he lost his life  and then I am going to the morgue to see him" he states calmly then makes his way to the fridge to get a water bottle. When he turns around he finds his mom and Fahima watching him with shocked looks on their faces and they keep stealing looks at each other as if they are mentally asking the other if they are also seeing the same thing. Harry looks behind himself and finds nothing there. When he turns back to look at them, the shock on their faces is replaced by pity and it annoys him because they are not making a move and he needs to go see Daniaal.

"Daniaal mom. I need to go see him. Are you coming with or am I going alone?". At his voice Anne seems to be shook to live and promptly stands and walks towards the hallway. Fahima is right behind her. "Harry baby. Don't you think it's too soon?" asks Anne with a look of concern on her face as she places her hands on Harry's shoulders. Shrugging her hands off, Harry grabs his car keys and makes his way towards the garage "I am not a child mom. He's my husband. I need to see him. I need to know that he is okay" he says as he continues walking without looking back.

"Harry, Daniaal is no more baby. What do you mean by he's okay" says Anne as she tries to catch up to him.

"I know he is gone. I am not crazy mom. I want to know that his body is well taken care of and his belongings are returned to me"

He steps into the driver's seat and Anne sits on the passenger side. Fahima silently joins them on the back seat and they make their way to the police station. The officers had left their cards for him when he wakes up. He still doesn't remember much of what happened yesterday. His mother says she got a call from the officers who indicated that they had received her number from the list of emergency numbers that they kept on the fridge door since he fainted while they were talking to him. He assumes that's how Fahima also got the notification seeing that he woke up to find them both in the house.

Daniaal's personal belongings could not be traced by the officers they find at the station. They indicated that the officers that came to his house where not at the station because they were out investigating the shooting and are the ones that would have stored the items. They promised to return the items to Harry as soon as they are found. 

The officers accompany Harry to the mortuary to view his husband and despite his mother and Fahima offering to do it for him, he is adamant that he needs to do it himself. He also does not allow them to go into the room with him and asks the officer to lock the door as soon as he steps in and only unlock it when he knocks.

When he steps into the room, he finds a lone table in the room with his beloved covered up. He pulls back the sheet and grabs a chair and sits beside the table. His hands are cold when he touches him and that finally breaks his walls. He is able to accept it now because he has seen and touched him. He knows he is gone. He has a very long conversation with him while wiping the tears that keep streaming down his cheek constantly. Anne and Fahima watch Harry through the glass and the whole scene hurts because they are unable to comfort him as he cries on the chair.

"Hi baby. I miss you. It has been four hours now since you have slept and I am still hanging on. I wish you were here. Gosh this sucks. What am I gonna tell our baby when he gets here? I am so angry my love. I cannot understand how this happened, how God could just let it happen. You are still so young, we had so much to look forward to. I know that no one has a say in when they leave but you have left at the worst possible time ever. Your art was just taking off, we are expecting our baby, my career is getting busy as well. How am I going to tackle everything without you" he continues to tell him about his day the way that he normally would and says good night as he prepares to leave. 

When he steps out of the room, his eyes are red and puffy but there are no tears in sight. He has wiped himself clean and presents a very strong aura. The ladies do not comment on this and silently walk with him to the car. Anne offers to drive and Harry lets her. He goes to sit at the back and stares out the window quietly as they drive to the pharmacy then go back home. 

Fahima serves him soup for dinner with a dash of sleeping pills and he falls asleep immediately after. Anne and Fahima consulted with the pharmacist and were instructed on the correct dose taking into account his pregnancy. As he sleeps, the ladies finally let the tears flow. They need to be strong for him, he cannot see their tears. They vowed to each other to protect him as much as they can.