Heal [a Zarry story]

Chapter 33

                      -Harry-

Perrie left the kitchen to go greet her brother and son, and I remained where I was until I couldn't stand it anymore.

I stepped into the living room, first looking at one of the biggest men I'd ever seen in my life. Including those blokes that kidnapped Zayn.

He had a sweet face, but he barely smiled as he greeted me.

"Hey."

I nodded a little. "Hi."

Perrie stood up, smiling. "Harry, this is my brother Jonnie, Jonnie this is my friend Harry, he knows Zayn." She introduced.

"Oh, so you know the bastard who broke my little sisters heart." He said, more than asked.

Therefore, I simply nodded.

Jonnie grunted to himself, muttering a few things.

I looked at Perrie as she crouched back down, and watched her fingers run through the boys head of black hair.

"Mummy missed you." She said softly, holding him at arms length and messing with his hair again.

"He talked about seeing you the entire ride down." Jonnie smiled.

Perrie stood up, and Daniel stood next to her, shyly looking up at me while hugging her leg.

He looked up at me with eyes the same colour as his mother's. I couldn't help but notice his eyelash length, and his facial features in general. Awfully familiar.

"Danny, can you say hello to Harry?" Perrie asked him.

I crouched to his height, smiling at him. "I'm not scary." I assured him.

He bit his lower lip as he looked at me, and it hit me like a train. I saw it now. His eyebrows, his eyelashes, his jawline.

Zayn.

Perrie had blonde hair, yet Daniel had hair blacker than her eyeliner. It explained his eyelash length as well.

He waved a little before burying his face in Perrie's leg and turning away.

I stood up, feeling a little shaky. "Harry?" Perrie asked, watching my every move.

"Hm?" I responded, panicking on the inside.

"Are you okay?" She asked, looking at me like she knew my thoughts.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I should...just be getting back to work." I said, looking down at Daniel again.

"Wait, does Zayn work on Sundays?" Perrie asked me.

"No." I answered, not thinking at all. Zayn would be working tomorrow.

"Nice to meet you all." I mumbled, hurrying out and to the lift. My head was spinning with questions, and I was in no condition to attempt at organizing them.

A couple major ones begged to float through my lips. Such as, was that boy Zayn's son? What else was I not being told? Did Zayn lie to me?

                       -Zayn-

Maybe two hours after Harry left, my nausea faded and I was alright to get up and move around.

I spent the day painting, and wishing I would've went to work. I didn't feel very productive just painting.

So, I cleaned up around the flat and straightened a few things up. I also prepared dinner and had it ready when Harry came through the door.

"Hey." I smiled at him, my smile fading at the sight of his puzzled frown.