The Beautiful Escape [ZARRY]

8

"How should I know why he was up a tree? Maybe he's a tree surgeon...?" His elder sister had a very suspicious nature and seemed to have jumped to the deeply bizarre conclusion that Zayn was trying to cover drug dealing with some sort of secret assignation.

Zayn couldn't help but wistfully wonder what life was like with a few secret assignations- unless he could rid himself of his wholesome image and get himself a bit of glamour it seemed unlikely that he would ever find out.

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"My name's Harry Styles." So much for anonymity.

Nobody started in recognition at the sound of his name. Maybe I'm not as famous as I think, he wondered. A self-deprecating little smile made his mobile lips quiver as he relaxed a little.

"I don't need to trouble you; if I could just use your phone..." His firm words only elicited a few fleeting glances of generous dismissal.

Harry wasn't used to having his opinion dismissed and he found the experience irritating. It was even more irritating that he didn't have enough functioning brain cells to demonstrate to them how very much in control he really was.

"Shouldn't we call an ambulance?" a worried Yaser Malik appealed to his eldest child.

"Was he out long?" Doniya asked his brother.

"I'm not sure..."

"I wasn't unconscious at all." Harry's jaw tightened; he might just as well spoken to a brick wall beside him for the notice anyone was taking.

"It would probably be quicker to take him to Casualty ourselves." Zayn held out his hand expectantly as young Safaa returned empty-handed.

"I can't find it."

Zayn gave an exasperated sigh and glared at his sister. "Do I have to do everything myself?" he wondered witheringly.

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